<?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-5510769</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:22:43.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dan dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>the dreams i wake up to</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510769.post-116831691768993655</id><published>2007-01-08T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:28:37.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% MaleYour brain is a healthy mix of male and femaleYou are both sensitive and savvyRational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headedBut you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeveWhat Gender Is Your Brain?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/116831691768993655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/116831691768993655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116831691768993655' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-116449530753685525</id><published>2006-11-25T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:55:07.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What the? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/116449530753685525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/116449530753685525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116449530753685525' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-116183193341140653</id><published>2006-10-25T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:05:33.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the most beautiful thing in the world! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/116183193341140653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/116183193341140653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116183193341140653' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-115084178887200568</id><published>2006-06-20T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:16:28.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Websites as GraphsMake a map of your website...this is apparently my blog in spirograph.What do the colors mean?blue: for links (the A tag)red: for tables (TABLE, TR and TD tags)green: for the DIV tagviolet: for images (the IMG tag)yellow: for forms (FORM, INPUT, TEXTAREA, SELECT and OPTION tags)orange: for linebreaks and blockquotes (BR, P, and BLOCKQUOTE tags)black: the HTML tag, the root </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/115084178887200568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/115084178887200568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115084178887200568' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-114973695790590394</id><published>2006-06-07T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:25:58.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" Yesss mom.....I will try to aim high...see how I listen intently(daydreaming). "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114973695790590394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114973695790590394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114973695790590394' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-114740671382289983</id><published>2006-05-11T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:15:59.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you can answer this question correctly then you can be an umpire for CCSA.None, or as many as all four answer statements could be correct. Mark all correct responses.The batter (BR) fully swings at a pitch but the ball drops straight to the ground in fair territory. The ball rolls towards foul territory and hits the bat that BR has dropped unintentionally along the first base line in fair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114740671382289983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114740671382289983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114740671382289983' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-114351672981614802</id><published>2006-03-27T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:32:09.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just read this from the Pulse24 news site about a night club scuffle:Age of Reasons"It's the question all of Toronto is wondering: what in the world was a 12-year-old girl doing at a downtown club at 2:30 in the morning early Sunday?The child was at an all ages establishment near Queen and John when there was some kind of fight, and she suffered at least three cuts to her face."I think they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114351672981614802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114351672981614802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114351672981614802' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-114148598450266659</id><published>2006-03-04T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:28:38.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Triumph your lucky you didn't end up hanging in a Chinese restaurant window.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114148598450266659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114148598450266659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114148598450266659' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-114003945909862336</id><published>2006-02-15T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:37:39.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, the American two man luge team is on fire. They are really flaming it up ; )I dunno in my opinion this sport looks a little too tight for two. More suited for a singles event. What's worse? being sat on while going 80 mph or going horseback riding?   I've noticed that some of the pairings for this event are brothers and I'm sure there are sisters competing too. So as siblings they would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114003945909862336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/114003945909862336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114003945909862336' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113909601824345532</id><published>2006-02-04T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:56:46.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just thought I would voice my opinion about the latest big issue.Darn Danish newspaper had to publish some controversial cartoons of Mohammed. Poor decision on their part, I wonder how they expected Muslims to react. It was just plain stupid. Freedom of speech used with some brain would be a good idea next time.On the otherside.Two wrongs don't make a right.I wonder what all the violent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113909601824345532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113909601824345532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113909601824345532' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113756155781144895</id><published>2006-01-18T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:19:17.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it raining in the middle of January?I would feel much more secure with a nice dumping of white snow. It's just scary to see rain coming down now. If this keeps up the seasons will swap months. Winter will start in June, Spring in September, Summer in December and Fall in March. Was talking to a friend and he suggested that we fill land all along the equator. So that there would be a long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113756155781144895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113756155781144895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113756155781144895' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113630664695023012</id><published>2006-01-03T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:44:07.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new compact NIV Bible I received as a baptism gift from TCBC must be a new version. Moses does not lead the Israelites out of Egypt. Instead Moses is born and then he instantaneously grows old and is on his way to the promised land. Actually the entire part about Egypt is taken out, literally. No pharaoh, no curses, no Passover. Of course this is only in the Bible I received. It's missing 28 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113630664695023012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113630664695023012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113630664695023012' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113512276527400469</id><published>2005-12-20T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:52:45.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think I've done this in awhile, writing about the dreams I've been having. Recently my dreams have been memorable and adventurous, maybe it's because I'm on holidays and my mind is clear of any projects. A couple nights ago I had a dream that me and Jean Claude van Damme(saw bits of a bad movie night before) were going up a big commercial building to see Ted Rogers of Rogers communication</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113512276527400469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113512276527400469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113512276527400469' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113406239240679279</id><published>2005-12-08T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:26:58.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*click comic for large formatWhat more could a 22 yearold chinese boy want? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113406239240679279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113406239240679279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113406239240679279' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113364179219328142</id><published>2005-12-03T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T15:30:03.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok last online test. Only found this interesting cuz it is visual friendly, meaning very little reading.Your Personality ProfileYou are nurturing, kind, and lucky.Like mother nature, you want to help everyone.You are good at keeping secrets and tend to be secretive.A seeker of harmony, you are a natural peacemaker.You are good natured and people enjoy your company.You put people at ease and make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113364179219328142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113364179219328142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113364179219328142' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113328746861020615</id><published>2005-11-29T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:07:02.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These online quizzes aren't entirely accurate but it is interesting to see the results. It could be way off, bang on, or close.You scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan. You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113328746861020615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113328746861020615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113328746861020615' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113289037434797949</id><published>2005-11-24T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:46:14.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still no sign of stress but there is pressure.I think there's a difference between the two.One is harmful to your health.The other is temporary and dissolves over time.But Pressure can lead to stress.Pressure to PerformPressure to SucceedPressure to ProduceThings that bug me: - clothes that shrink in the dryer - unreasonably poor service at a restaurant - ocad teachers that don't know how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113289037434797949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113289037434797949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113289037434797949' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113131208451233247</id><published>2005-11-06T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:44:25.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people say that I'm always relaxed and that I'm never stressed. I may seem like that on the outside and I do agree with that observation to a certain degree. I rarely freak out, show stress, go insane or pull my hair out. It could be my inborn behaviour to act like a sloth who likes to kick back and take my time. But I seriously think that stressing out is really bad for your health and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113131208451233247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113131208451233247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113131208451233247' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-113010724649894882</id><published>2005-10-23T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:40:46.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Googlism.com will find out what Google.com thinks of you, your friends or anything! Search for your name.Googlism for: daniel yudaniel yu is willing to tradedaniel yu is the president of sun microsystemsdaniel yu is my frienddaniel yu is quite goodWhatGooglism was created as a fun tool to see what Google "thinks" of certain topics and people. Of course, the results are not really Google's opinion</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113010724649894882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/113010724649894882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113010724649894882' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-112959826798923256</id><published>2005-10-17T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:48:00.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My blog is starting to grow some mold. Better pick those off so its still tasty to read.Seems like its getting colder but it's still bearable. Today I had a meeting with my one and only client at the usual 2nd Mug location that has an outside patio area. Most of the seats were taken inside so I said its sunny out lets go outside. It was pleasant in the sun but when we moved into the shade to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112959826798923256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112959826798923256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112959826798923256' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-112683686823105425</id><published>2005-09-15T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:32:14.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/3rds of me didn't want this to happen and the 1/3 was excited to tackle the challenges that will be dropped onto my table. I had already created a solid weekly routine that was comfortable. My clothes we're used to the daily hardships of the sun, my shoes had broken in, to fit my feet. My eyes had just started to return to their original state. All was well in Dantown until that era came to an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112683686823105425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112683686823105425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112683686823105425' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-112484590459607773</id><published>2005-08-23T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:26:21.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* more VBS pics in Gallery 3 --&gt;Yup! I can't believe it either. It's VBS time again. After a one year break I'm back on the crew, this time in Toronto. Boy is it tiring going from 9-5, it is like work but its much more fun. Just when you think that the kids are tired out from running around they surprise you with a third wind. Some funny moments: kid jumping into wall, volunteers stepping in poo,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112484590459607773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112484590459607773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112484590459607773' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-112364205455581502</id><published>2005-08-09T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:06:50.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*note, picture has nothing to do with the post, unless you can somehow link the two togetherQuick memory of a dream I had, Some woman came up to me to talk.. She wore a hood and when I looked at her she was missing her nose. I could see all the way to the inner backside of her skull. Kinda morbid but it wasn't a nightmare. I dunno what she was saying but I couldn't stop staring at her hollow face</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112364205455581502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112364205455581502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112364205455581502' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-112276287780552721</id><published>2005-07-30T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T18:34:37.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Yummmm"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112276287780552721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112276287780552721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112276287780552721' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-112104893967404486</id><published>2005-07-10T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:44:59.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had a dream/nightmare about the end of the world?Well I had a dream about the world in times are desperation. I don't remember most of the dream but I can remember and visualize the same image. Some how all the water in the world has been drained and all we're left with is what's floating at the bottom of the lakes. Basically polluted puddles here and there. I try to salvage what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112104893967404486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/112104893967404486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112104893967404486' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-111974775957029885</id><published>2005-06-25T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:30:27.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that I have fully recovered from my case of mango madness, what's next?I did finish my summer course, the pre-med biology at OCAD. I can confidently say that I am ready for the MCATS and the way has been paved for me to become the first med student from OCAD. Riiiigght. Chances of that happening are lower then getting hit in the head by a pebble sized meteor.Small case of foreseeing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111974775957029885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111974775957029885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111974775957029885' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-111881106438562224</id><published>2005-06-15T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:08:01.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No more mango for Dango.It took me 21 years to find out that I'm allergic to mangos.I've eaten and enjoyed mango before several times, just not in large quantities like last night. I was hungry, looking for something in the fridge. Find a big juicy ripe mango. Sure why not lets eat the whole thing. Yum really sweet. 30 Minutes later. Not so sweet anymore. It started with the itchy eyes. Then the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111881106438562224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111881106438562224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111881106438562224' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-111776589201810602</id><published>2005-06-02T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:31:32.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm long overdue for a new post.I need some help. What should I write about?Well for now I'll write about what I did today to satisfy the blog bosses. Today I woke up at about 11:30am. I've been able to sleep in that late for the past couple days. It was hard to get into that routine, especially after coming back from HK. It's gonna be just as hard to get out of that routine...once I hopefully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111776589201810602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111776589201810602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111776589201810602' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-111552275704251469</id><published>2005-05-07T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:44:58.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well lately I haven't been working, so money isn't coming in but it is going out. So I've been keeping my eye out for deals. The Blue Jays are having a $2 tuesday game, not a bad deal at all. What else can I do for just a Toonie?$ buy a hot dog$ make 8 phone calls$ take a taxi ride for a few seconds$ trade it to someone for a TTC token and go anywhere in Toronto, but I would have to walk back$ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111552275704251469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111552275704251469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111552275704251469' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-111456901786755982</id><published>2005-04-26T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:33:17.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did have a dream last night. I was outside my Hamilton church and I was chatting with some people that lived in the surrounding area, I don't remember who. As we're talking...I look across to their neighbours backyard and I see a gorilla. Then a couple squirrels run up to the gorilla and started climbing all over him and playing. The gorilla played along and seemed to be having fun. A gorilla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111456901786755982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111456901786755982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111456901786755982' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-111379762057021460</id><published>2005-04-18T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:21:28.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my unconscious world I've been living an intense life. Not really strolling through a field of flowers under the sun. More like running from things, dodging things that are falling, and talking about the end of the world. Maybe this Revelations Bible Study has finally seeped into my brain. Can't wait til I get to the part with the dragon. Just a question. When you picture a dragon, what do you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111379762057021460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111379762057021460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111379762057021460' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-111189380671794365</id><published>2005-03-26T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:23:41.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think its time to blow the dust off my blog. It's been awhile... To change things up a bit, lets talk about something that I do when I'm awake. Lets see... What have I eaten in the past week: eggs canadian bacon toast ice cream pepperoni stick eggplant rice popcorn cheddar cheese oatmeal carrots celery falafel pita bread humous potatos sub pork bone soup miso soup bulgogi bibimbap fish chicken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111189380671794365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111189380671794365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111189380671794365' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-111008384314831774</id><published>2005-03-05T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:42:06.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time for another set of "10 new things" I learned this past month: 1. If you wish for something it may happen in an unexpected way. I wished for a snow day and didn't get it but class was cancelled because teacher hurt his back. So I didn't have to rush to finish my assignment. 2. OCAD students get in for free at the Textile Museum. yay to freebies 3. Wide format inkjet printers are $600. 4. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111008384314831774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/111008384314831774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111008384314831774' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110927761160005640</id><published>2005-02-24T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:42:36.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a slightly disturbing dream last nite.I dreamt that I had designed some sort of large poster for church i think.... and then I put it up on the wall to see how it looked. I don't remember what it looked like but it was a really big poster. And some person (won't name names) pulled it off the wall and crumpled it. And I just freaked out and swore at this person. Then we went to the mall to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110927761160005640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110927761160005640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110927761160005640' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110867603562178313</id><published>2005-02-17T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:07:44.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I haven't been making a conscious and/or unconscious effort to remember my dreams. I do know I have been dreaming though, I just cant recall them.This week is "reading" week for me. I don't know why our school calls it reading week. We should rename to something like inspiration week, or catch up week, or creativity break, or rest your eyes week. Something that actually describes what we do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110867603562178313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110867603562178313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110867603562178313' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110789762566679256</id><published>2005-02-08T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T16:26:23.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scorpio Horoscope for 2/07 - 2/13'This week's scenario is highlighted by teamwork and cooperation in your romantic and social life. Love relationships and friendships are kept on an even keel by demonstrating patience and diplomacy during this time. Your leisure activities may change for the better or will most likely be more interesting than they have previously been. This period can be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110789762566679256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110789762566679256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110789762566679256' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110731164066184044</id><published>2005-02-01T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T10:31:35.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 things I've learned in the past few weeks:1. If you eat too many carrots your skin turns orange. You are what you eat i guess.2. Flavoured coffee tastes the same as regular coffee. its just the smell thats different. its like the coffee is wearing perfume.3. Getting 1.8% interest in a savings account is a heck of alot more then 0.25%.4. A touch of butter goes well with any kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110731164066184044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110731164066184044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110731164066184044' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110660723558626739</id><published>2005-01-24T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:57:00.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my lame excuse for a post. wait for it to load.....then enjoy!Napoleon Dyanamite(Please rate my quiz)Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?brought to you by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110660723558626739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110660723558626739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110660723558626739' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110533408067399552</id><published>2005-01-10T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:16:50.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been working morning shifts at the java junkie junction.Normally I would never wake up at 6:30am.Walking the streets before the morning rush is a surreal experience. The sky is dimly lit with a pale blue and the stars are still visible. At the same time everything seems ready for the sun to rise up.Maybe everything seems surreal because I'm still half asleep. I dont have any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110533408067399552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110533408067399552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110533408067399552' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110451949052925467</id><published>2004-12-31T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:01:06.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a deja vu experience yesterday.Maybe I've had a dream about eatingin a dimly lit restaurant.The feeling of deja vu is so strange and unique. It only lasts for a few seconds but in that time your speechless and your mind just freezes. Most of my deja vu experiences are triggered from being in a specific place or position with a unique atmosphere, a gesture or even a spoken word helps </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110451949052925467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110451949052925467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110451949052925467' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110392064016214740</id><published>2004-12-24T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:40:12.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not just another Christmas, not just another year, not just another season</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110392064016214740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110392064016214740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110392064016214740' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110349989439990330</id><published>2004-12-19T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T18:46:17.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been doing some real dreaming. Dreaming about what I'm going to do when im done school. Am I really going to be a graphic designer? where will i work? whats my life going to be like?I've had a pretty good fall semester, though some courses could have been better. I ended the semester on a high note which is great, it was the cherry on top to start the holidays. But one thing that brought me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110349989439990330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110349989439990330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110349989439990330' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110280725929047918</id><published>2004-12-11T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T18:22:24.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm definitly gonna miss this guy. Probably the best pet ive had. I think he led a full life for a hamster. Grew up with his siblings, got into fights, had some kids, made a few escapes and at times ran as fast as the wind. He had some funny and strange hair phases, somtimes its super puffy, tangled, short, or crazy. I think he pushed the limits as a hamster, always dared to risk injury for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110280725929047918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110280725929047918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110280725929047918' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110183041728304735</id><published>2004-11-30T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T11:11:24.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toronto needs a superhero to battle the forces of evil. maybe not zebraman. but someone. Zebraman was a funny movie...well made, quality japanese film.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110183041728304735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110183041728304735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110183041728304735' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110122915689711529</id><published>2004-11-23T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T11:59:16.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well i didnt have sweet dreams last nite. It was a nightmarish dream. I was thinking about how we usually feel that nightmares are scary, unpleasant and generally something you dont want to experience. but when i wake up from a nightmare i usually lie there for a moment just to relect and try to remember what happened. of course theres always that lingering feeling that it was real and monsters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110122915689711529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110122915689711529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110122915689711529' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-110014970105558103</id><published>2004-11-11T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T00:16:53.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you just have to be spontaneous. I'm not normally like this but thats what makes this so fun. Do i look 21 years old? This kinda reminds me of the good times going grocery shopping and riding in the shopping cart. zooming around looking at all the colourful foods. And when i was tall enough to actually push the cart that was a whole nother world. so fun to push that thing as fast i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110014970105558103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/110014970105558103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110014970105558103' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109975030474124247</id><published>2004-11-06T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:11:44.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was suppose to have a dream entry yesterday but something was messed with the blogger site. so its going in here, along with the one i just had.   Yesterdays dream had me on a cruise ship. I was going down the elevator with some family. When we got off our floor it was a grocery store. I guess theres a grocery store on this cruise. and then for no reason i start playing tag with my cousins. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109975030474124247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109975030474124247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109975030474124247' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109940558159092140</id><published>2004-11-02T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T09:35:20.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night i had this dream that i was pitching for the Boston Red Sox. I dunno where this came from since baseball is over... maybe my brain is just digesting old material. i just remember standing on the mound looking towards the plate and to my right toward 3rd base. but thats it.i also dreamt that i was waking up in my bunk and there was another bunk bed in the room. My mom and brother were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109940558159092140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109940558159092140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940558159092140' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109848043714790219</id><published>2004-10-22T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T17:31:07.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so last nite i had a dream about me going to the mall to meet an old friend. alot of my dreams seem to be set in the mall. maybe i have a deep desire for shopping. so i'm walking through the mall and i get to the end. i dunno where im suppose to meet my friend so i decide to go outside. instead of having doors, the mall has those rotating bars like in the subway stations. so i get outside and im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109848043714790219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109848043714790219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109848043714790219' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109770420227774762</id><published>2004-10-13T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T17:51:49.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what can i say?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109770420227774762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109770420227774762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109770420227774762' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109624502861678377</id><published>2004-09-26T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T20:33:41.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If i were to choose one song that would describe myself this would be it...When I wake up early in the morningLift my head, I'm still yawningWhen I'm in the middle of a dreamStay in bed, float up streamPlease, don't wake me, no, don't shake meLeave me where I am - I'm only sleepingEverybody seems to think I'm lazyI don't mind, I think they're crazzyRunning everywhere at such a speed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109624502861678377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109624502861678377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109624502861678377' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109603539752152823</id><published>2004-09-24T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T10:16:37.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so i'm too lazy to write my own entry today so i decided to use that annoying blogger bar function "next blog" which goes to a random blog. so this next entry is stolen from some random persons blog. it actually took more time to find this then it would to write my own but oh well."Brother Bear...Brother Bear, yes. I'm working in kindergarden and the kids wanted to watch a movie, with me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109603539752152823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109603539752152823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109603539752152823' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109526632110168704</id><published>2004-09-15T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T12:39:39.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My blogskin jumped off my page.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109526632110168704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109526632110168704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109526632110168704' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109491537113944431</id><published>2004-09-11T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T11:12:36.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last nite i dreamt i was living in rez. What a nightmare.                          </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109491537113944431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109491537113944431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109491537113944431' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109448235457168674</id><published>2004-09-06T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T11:08:12.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a semi-nightmare last nite...I'm wandering around in a dark and foggy forest with my brother (we were probably in thunder bay) and i see some shadows moving around by some trees. Out from the fog a pack of wolves come out along with some rats. I slowly walk back trying not to create any attention. Then i crouch down to pick up a stick while the wolves and rats close in on us. Theres </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109448235457168674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109448235457168674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448235457168674' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109353068912167518</id><published>2004-08-26T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:36:44.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a couple nights ago i had a Rough time trying to sleep...because i kept waking up to run to the toilet. you can probably figure it out and relate.in between those trips i had a strange dream that combined a whole bunch of stuff. It had coffee pots, baldwin st., Perdita Felician, starcraft and one more thing i forget. it wasnt a short dream, but all these things were in it.When i woke up to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109353068912167518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109353068912167518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353068912167518' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109294969425545364</id><published>2004-08-19T16:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T17:13:24.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So i was Wondering, if animals actually dream, What do they dream about?I know my hamster sleeps for about 18hrs. So what kinda dreams would he have? Im guessing that he dreams about escaping from his cage and living in a hamster fantasy land where he can eat whatever he wants. He'll probably dream about some companionship too. but im not really sure if he does dream. he flinches sometimes, does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109294969425545364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109294969425545364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109294969425545364' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109271091346568826</id><published>2004-08-16T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T17:16:22.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think when i day dream, %80 of the time...it starts with me recalling something from the past. maybe something i did last week or something ten years ago. so for example i was in hong kong earlier this summer and i was riding the tram with my dad and bro. then after i have that image in my head i slowly change certain details of that image. such as the setting, atmoshphere, characters, objects</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109271091346568826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109271091346568826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109271091346568826' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109182482845947418</id><published>2004-08-06T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:41:50.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so yesterday i had to make up a dream. But this time i have a real dream.      I was in a rush to get something for a potluck dinner i was going to. i was wandering around some downtown area looking for any source of food. i walk into an asian grocery store. not sure what i would get from it but i walked in anyways. the place was cramped(as all asian stores are) there were piles of fruits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109182482845947418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109182482845947418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109182482845947418' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109176011279892776</id><published>2004-08-05T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:42:52.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm since i dont remember any dreams, lets make one uplast nite i dreamt that i was in japan, sitting at a subway station waiting. as i look around the station i notice that all the people waiting there are gorillas. so knowing that gorillas can get violent i start to avoid them. luckily the subway quickly pulls up and i immediatly step in as the doors pull open. phew, no more gorilla stench. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109176011279892776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109176011279892776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109176011279892776' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109107452257418313</id><published>2004-07-28T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:18:45.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   lets see. so i just realized that i havent really written anything since june. so heres my attempt at getting back on the blogging horse.       some observations about my dreams:            1. i'm usually in a school          2. people in my dream are usually family or acquaintances from years back          3. there is no text, if there is i cant read it          4. if i think of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109107452257418313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109107452257418313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109107452257418313' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-109047176997624807</id><published>2004-07-22T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T00:49:29.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i finally sat myself down to finish this. still not sure about the colours or cropping but the figures and shadows are up to par</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109047176997624807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/109047176997624807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109047176997624807' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108904682513552628</id><published>2004-07-05T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T13:00:25.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been trying to improve my photoshop skills lately. still have to goback and fix some problems but turned out ok. maybe i'll do some other time based photo work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108904682513552628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108904682513552628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108904682513552628' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108785688553314935</id><published>2004-06-21T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T18:28:05.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Find the Hamster</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108785688553314935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108785688553314935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108785688553314935' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108726952963224415</id><published>2004-06-14T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T23:23:26.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has nothing to do with dreams but have you ever looked yourself up on Google? Well i was bored so i did. and this is what i found weirrd. Its scary that there is another dan running around this world. I wonder if we would get along if we met. I would be talking to myself. If you havent done this already and your bored. I encourage you to try it out. This troubles me though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108726952963224415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108726952963224415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108726952963224415' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108629882693846637</id><published>2004-06-03T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:16:30.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hamdines *Whoa. hehe that sums up my dream. Since ive been to HK twice already this summer why not thrice. Well thats how my dream started. I had to go back to HK again with my bro and cousins because of some unfortunate news. after we land in New jersey to catch our connecting flight we're all waiting in an elevator trying to get things organized. and then I remember WE didnt check which gate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108629882693846637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108629882693846637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108629882693846637' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108594341235221369</id><published>2004-05-30T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T14:57:42.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My cousin monkeying around on HK subway</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108594341235221369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108594341235221369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594341235221369' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108544654573436656</id><published>2004-05-24T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:55:45.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yup back from hong kong again. so of course there are pictures.   i think next time i'll leave the picture taking to somone else....kinda getting sick of taking pictures. if i take anymore my index finger will start building a callous. been having troubles dreaming lately. probably cuz of the drastic time changes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108544654573436656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108544654573436656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108544654573436656' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108424005596685118</id><published>2004-05-10T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T21:50:14.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i see blogger has a new look.      i dont like itit seems slower, more clicking to get things done. function before aesthetics people!  i did notice that it tells you how many posts you have posted an mine said 50. So i was thinking because i usually post my dreams this means i have had approximately 40 dreams, minus nonsense posts like this one. i think i can do better then 40 though, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108424005596685118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108424005596685118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424005596685118' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108346545769494251</id><published>2004-05-01T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T22:41:19.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently went to Hong Kong to see the grandparents. check out the pics in the pics section.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108346545769494251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108346545769494251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108346545769494251' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108182382189071277</id><published>2004-04-12T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:41:16.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know.Surrealist painter Salvador Dali confessed to eating large amounts of Camembert cheese before bedtime as a way to make his dreams more vivid. In fact the melting clocks from Dali's Persistence of Memory were said to be inspired by an experience the artist had while observing a slice of Camembert that had softened in the hot sun. " the famous soft watches," Dali said, "are nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108182382189071277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108182382189071277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182382189071277' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108154157672066459</id><published>2004-04-09T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T16:15:43.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i had a dream that i went to some gathering at church. the church was completely different though and it was dark. like a scary church.  i find out that the gathering is for kids as well. so i sit down at one of the tables filled with kids. while people were handing out plates of food i get asked to get something from upstairs. ok so i head out of the gathering room and into a dark </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108154157672066459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108154157672066459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154157672066459' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108084921598492525</id><published>2004-04-01T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:09:27.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm maybe this will help me remember my dreams. Melatonin eh? drugs eh? dreams eh?....  "Many people who take the over-the-counter hormone melatonin have commented on an increase in the "vividness" or frequency of dream activity."   Should I try it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108084921598492525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108084921598492525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084921598492525' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108027798406384230</id><published>2004-03-26T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T00:29:17.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  I have to say something about alarm clocks. They should have never been invented. If we didnt have them then we wouldnt have to wake up super early for anything.  They are also Dream killers because whenever you wake up to the alarm you forget about it immdiately. The shock of the annoying radio music or the nasty alarm just disrupts your concentration. So i say down with alarmclocks and all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108027798406384230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108027798406384230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027798406384230' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-108007540955845496</id><published>2004-03-23T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:59:19.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i dreamt that i was in middle earth. and i was with the fellowship crew, i think i was a hobbit cuz i was mainly hanging around the hobbits. we were walking through a forest at nite and i was carrying a candle that barely lit up the path ahead. as we were nearing the end of the forest everyones pace quickened to the sound of battle. i tried to keep pace. as i exited the forest i noticed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108007540955845496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/108007540955845496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108007540955845496' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107919257321741137</id><published>2004-03-13T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T10:49:46.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i dreamt that i was eating dinner in the bath tub.  and i also dreamt that i was in a pet store and i let out all the hamsters, rabbits and other rodents. fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107919257321741137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107919257321741137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919257321741137' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107837355170197776</id><published>2004-03-03T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:18:54.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>took this test on whether i use my left or right brain more. i would say this summary that i got back is surprisingly accurate:dan, you exhibit an even balance between left- and right- hemisphere dominance and a slight preference for visual over auditory processing. With a score this balanced, it is likely that you would have slightly different results each time you complete this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107837355170197776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107837355170197776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107837355170197776' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107835563313195454</id><published>2004-03-03T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T18:17:20.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i came across this site Dream Interpretation You can interpret your dreams. Basically it just analyzes certain words and tells you what they mean.  For example if the word "arrest" is in your dream explanation then it will tell you what it means (arrest: Misfortune is near.). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107835563313195454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107835563313195454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835563313195454' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107798226086611451</id><published>2004-02-28T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T10:38:55.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i dreamt that i was in Hamilton. everything had changed, alot of buildings i didnt recognize but i knew where i was cuz i would see some older buildings. and apparently they have a new subway system. the dream started out with me riding in a car but i dont remember who i was with. but i get dropped off at a subway station along with some girl. i dunno who she is. so i get out of the car</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107798226086611451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107798226086611451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798226086611451' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107765902831018508</id><published>2004-02-24T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:45:49.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i dreamt that i was riding with Michael J Fox in his Porsche and we were being chased by the  cops. we drove out of the city and into some suburban hicktown. We stopped at a store to get something, i dunno what...but as we look around the store Michael starts to steal stuff. Then the cops track us down and call us out. We run out the back door and head over a hill but the cops chase us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107765902831018508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107765902831018508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765902831018508' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107758122217895676</id><published>2004-02-23T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:09:02.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i had a dream that i was in high school art class but the teacher was my illustration instructor last semester. he was getting frustrated with the class because we werent working. the class was super small too, only bout 5 other students. i had to get something printed, so i leave to goto the printshop. one problem, i dont know where it is. so i decide to wander the halls looking for it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107758122217895676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107758122217895676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758122217895676' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107730646974882868</id><published>2004-02-20T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T14:54:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nites dream was not very eventful. kinda boring. read the rest at your own risk of boredom.    apparently i go into some UT class which looked like an old library. im guessing i was at UT since everything there looks new except their "leeched" on modern renovations. so i walk into the class and sit down at a desk. the room eventually fills with students. i recognize some from grade school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107730646974882868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107730646974882868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730646974882868' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107713843276989163</id><published>2004-02-18T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:10:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didnt have a pleansant dream last nite. it wasnt a nightmare but its not one i want to remember</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107713843276989163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107713843276989163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107713843276989163' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107690959545707561</id><published>2004-02-16T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T00:39:02.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a dream last nite where i was at a rogers video store. and i was just looking around, ya know looking for something to rent. then in one corner there was a shelf that had some small poster prints on sale for 30¢. wow. what a deal! What a steal! i walked up to take a closer look and they were transformers posters but they werent very good so i decided not to buy. when i turned around to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107690959545707561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107690959545707561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690959545707561' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107617574489325066</id><published>2004-02-07T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T12:46:04.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i had a few dreams last nite cuz i kept waking up and falling back asleep. it was actually enjoyable to have so many dreams in one nite. although i'd rather sleep undisturbed. so from what i can remember the first one started when i was leaving from some school like building. me and a couple friends were hanging out by the doorway as we were about to leave. one friend pulls out a cigarette and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107617574489325066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107617574489325066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617574489325066' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107541218311297504</id><published>2004-01-29T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T16:38:53.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im gonna take a nap now. if i nap for over an hour i get really disoriented. its like my brain is still sleeping or still in dream mode. . . nite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107541218311297504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107541218311297504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541218311297504' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107497044444761142</id><published>2004-01-24T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T13:58:35.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so last week i had that funny feeling of "deja vu" and at that moment i could vaguely remember that i had dreamt about what had just happened. it was the strangest feeling. i dunno if i dreamt about the future or not but its kinda scary but cool. and a couple nites ago i had a dream that involved the same people from my deja vu dream. so maybe this dream will become reality in the future. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107497044444761142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107497044444761142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107497044444761142' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107420928327015571</id><published>2004-01-15T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:31:36.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i dreamt that i was climbing a mountain. at first i was looking at the mountain from afar. it was like a scene from lord of the rings. after a bit of walking i find myself at the bottom of the mountain already. its funny how dreams do that. its like they have a fast forward button, or how we just jump from one setting to the next. well as im climbing up i find that im going up pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107420928327015571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107420928327015571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420928327015571' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107359307481237741</id><published>2004-01-08T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T15:21:31.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a dream a couple nites ago where i was riding on the GO bus. but the bus had three rows of seats like a plane. so it was a very big bus. i got up from my seat to use the bathroom and expected the usual cramped bus bathroom stall. but when i opened the door i saw a full sized washroom like the ones at a gym. there were open shower areas, lockers and of course urinals which i needed to use at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107359307481237741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107359307481237741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359307481237741' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107271272992448534</id><published>2003-12-29T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T10:53:26.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a dream that i was on a date with julia roberts. i dont know where that came from. i dont remember too much, just talking to her. hopefully this doesnt mean anything about me. i hope!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107271272992448534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107271272992448534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107271272992448534' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107216245448249579</id><published>2003-12-23T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T01:55:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i had a dream last nite where i had to go through customs+security to see a movie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107216245448249579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107216245448249579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107216245448249579' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107207054913159140</id><published>2003-12-22T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:29:02.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as usual i had a funky dream last nite. i remember playing touchfootball in some busy street with people from high school. it was my turn to be quarterback. i guess it was nite time cuz it was hard to see who was on my team. but in the middle of all the black running shadows i see an open teammate. i throw the ball to him but i was off by a couple feet. i was worried for a split second that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107207054913159140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107207054913159140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207054913159140' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-107064782873236347</id><published>2003-12-05T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T13:11:09.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't had time to dreamblog. But now I do. So i'll slip this dream i had last nite. I dreamt that i was sitting courtside at a Raptors game. During the game the two teams made a trade right on the court. The Raptors got Jason Kidd and he started playing. it was weird cuz he just switched teams in the middle of the game. Maybe they should do that in real life. Just have players switch teams </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107064782873236347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/107064782873236347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107064782873236347' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-106843725809291967</id><published>2003-11-09T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T23:07:35.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last nite i had a really strange dream. as if all my dreams arent strange enough already. basically the setting kept changing. but from what i remmeber, i went from riding a subway, to shooting cars with a canon from a ship, to running to class, to helping my grandma who had no limbs, to several other surreal scenes. i wish i had a record button in my dreams so i can play them back. i think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106843725809291967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106843725809291967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843725809291967' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-106640410723870538</id><published>2003-10-17T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T11:26:19.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> last nite i dreamt that i was at a friends bday "party". well it wasnt really a party..more of a gathering of 4 people. it was weird because his place was actually my old home in hamilton. i remember sitting around in the living room and we were all in our winter coats. not sure what we were talking about, but the bday friend suggests we play this game that involved asking math questions. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106640410723870538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106640410723870538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640410723870538' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-106626816815407989</id><published>2003-10-15T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T21:36:07.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i had a dream about playing softball. i was actually at a softball practice for my church team. i was walking towards the field with someone. we were heading towards our teammates which were grouped together and they were all facing in one direction. i turned to see what they were looking at. from a distance someone had been hitting fly balls to them. so i joined in. the next ball hit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106626816815407989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106626816815407989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106626816815407989' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-106574855626634540</id><published>2003-10-09T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T21:15:56.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  So for last nites dream i tried to remember as much as i could but unfortunately when i woke up i was too lazy to write it down. So i could only recall this much. I was moving into rez at my school. but the funny thing is my school doesnt have rez. i was walking around the school and i noticed that it was different but at the same time it felt normal and i just assumed it was my school. i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106574855626634540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106574855626634540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106574855626634540' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-106434243872180583</id><published>2003-09-23T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T14:43:03.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  10 mins ago i had this dream when i was taking a nap. It was a friday on the second week of school. not sure if it was high school or ocad. but i went down some long stairs and on my right i saw some sort of souvenir shop. there were a few people standing outside. i asked them if this was the right class. and apparently it was. then one of then one of them asked the cashier who was teaching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106434243872180583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106434243872180583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106434243872180583' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-106399629044526897</id><published>2003-09-19T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T14:47:31.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When you do things right, people won't be sure if you've done anything at all."   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106399629044526897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106399629044526897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106399629044526897' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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-5510769.post-106375655584891979</id><published>2003-09-16T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T19:55:55.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite i dreamt of something but it did not stay in my memory. i think my mind has been occupied by school. in the summer i had time to think about what i dreamt about when i woke up. although i only have one morning class, thinking about my dream is not the first thing i think about anymore. i think about what i'm gonna do for all the projects and assignments i get in school. it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106375655584891979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510769/posts/default/106375655584891979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compfire.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106375655584891979' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884859476081623259</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>
