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And from there on, I venture onto who I was last year, and who I am now. The results don't always become jubilant, but it is done by the understanding of the purpose of it all. I may have a certain liking to some sort of debauched mindset, but I also do know that I have my wants and that is some</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/uA-o47K3ydw/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#6675616479893885147</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-4733142357844125734</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-31T01:10:47.395-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>To think about the effect of a decision is scary; it's branches might
touch the littlest parts of yor life and even thought this sounds
totally wrong, it's true. Every single choice we are given is given
because of what we did.

If that didn't kill a brain cell, I don't know what did.

It's getting cold. Put your hands on.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/uBL-OFElG7Q/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#4733142357844125734</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-369012784084255149</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 02:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-31T01:11:09.826-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>I always end up re-reading the same thought that I analyzed for a good five minutes. It's as if life for me is always a re-read; the choices I make, the things I eat, the music I listen to. It's always feels like a cheap remake of something newer, something fresher.

Thanks Giving just ended and now I'm wrapping up the up-in-the-air feeling that I got from all this glee and important stuff. As </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/t45iSg6OMZQ/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#369012784084255149</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-6076340397212415110</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 06:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-28T02:57:58.171-04:00</atom:updated><title>[You You You You You]</title><atom:summary>I plan to make this one of those generic life's crisis-esque entourage descriptions. I sound bitter yet I'm singing a poppy indie song I heard from a commercial like, an hour ago.

My routine consisted of library, home, painting.


Oh.

Libraries must be destroyed. Let me rephrase that: people who aim for a succesful trip to a libray or a super market needs to plan the whole adventure beforehand </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/Ew-BiSqgOyE/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#6076340397212415110</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-5064112078730569487</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 21:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-07T16:30:46.615-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Wait]</title><atom:summary>Haha, shit.So I mentioned a post back that I was starting over. I just posted that shit and realized that 1. It sounded like I was pulling some Robert DeNiro psychologist-shit and 2. It's sort of a lie.I don't know. I'm beginning to feel that talking about my life as of now (considering my age and experience in life) sort of limits the style of writing. Let me rephrase that: my life as of now can</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/SJ0H1mnrjkY/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#5064112078730569487</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-8198331523909722965</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-07T16:24:13.099-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Brand New]</title><atom:summary>Well, I'm starting a new project with the blogging and stuff. I decided I'll stop telling stories that happened in my life when it becomes more of a burden rather than a fun-factor oriented thing. I don't even know.This new project, can be kind of compared to a supergroup; it's gonna incorporate a lot of things. I said before that I'll eventually move on to a new thing and this is it I guess. In </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/jJR1iT0C0b8/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#8198331523909722965</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-5563934694246850250</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-23T21:35:35.680-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Short #12]</title><atom:summary>So I was looking through my list of posts and there were quite an awful lot of posts that I gave up on writing. Here's one that's from September:The schools going more eco-friendly now. The A4 are coloured. My course sheet was bage. Fucking bage. It basically blends to my skin. I was walking up the stairs, talking to a friend. Then something bone like struck my face. I'm pretty sure it was an </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/5RqtORhbobs/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#5563934694246850250</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-6667479937257552511</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-23T21:40:04.940-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>Photo by Alex Lee @ RMC, Kingston, Ontario.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/d8RvuHtSZ9g/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-sNiSBq6OU/S1uyrPX5quI/AAAAAAAABIs/bDB7quU10rw/s72-c/IMG_3138.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#6667479937257552511</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-7532175039107537247</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-23T21:29:07.339-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Coffee Spoon]</title><atom:summary>Dear mysterious door bell ringing cock mongler.I lied. This isn't even a letter.So I'm just sitting on my chair, feeling good, feeling incredibly sexy just reading my book. The door bell rings and I hear this loud knocking, it was fists on steroids, fuck. I was blasting some music then I thought to my self "That sounded like really loud banging on wood."W-w-w-w-what.No one's there. Random ringing</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/gH-1mO1pRrI/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#7532175039107537247</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-9048910790289721866</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-18T22:28:13.887-05:00</atom:updated><title>[An End Has a Start]</title><atom:summary>I'd like to announce that I will no longer be posting on this blog.It's been fun, I mean, I checked yesterday and apparently I started this shit way back in 2007. What could have I possibly known back then.Anyways, is this for reals? No. Of course not.I love blogging... and I'm wanting to say something effective here but I have school way ahead of me as well as other generic things that would put</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/urOhF6pyrrs/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#9048910790289721866</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-3384107108157931429</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T17:16:47.469-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Nosebleed]</title><atom:summary>Morning.It's cold again and no I don't want the sun to melt everything and all of us can be so warmed up that nakedness and such becomes a want-priority under the sun. All I want is just a microscopic version of that. Wait a minute, this happened yesterday.Shit. So I woke up from my two hour sleep (there was this movie on on the W channel that I haven't seen in ages, so I watched it). After I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/mp9qx9U_AL0/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#3384107108157931429</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-4982296552751880422</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T17:08:10.198-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Woah]</title><atom:summary>Am I going to transit from a lazy fuck to a well-blogging individual? Yeah.Well there isn't much to really elaborate on at the moment except that I've completely forgot about it. No, that's a lie actually. The blogging and all its little shit has been in my mind for a long time but really, I'm just so lazy.So Christmas break, and Christmas in general. Ah, screw it. I'm so lazy.I'm going to now </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/pYrWoXX5xic/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#4982296552751880422</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-1709447754395228204</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T00:31:58.233-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>Oh boy.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/xXLJw61pRPE/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#1709447754395228204</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-1167129919866576121</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T21:19:13.371-05:00</atom:updated><title>[A Short Rant-story]</title><atom:summary>Mom has major anxiety issues.For an example, we were in Walmart and she got really upset for some reason and started bitching at every happening around us. Next stop was the photocentre where we wanted to get prints but my memory card was fucked so all the pictures came out raped with gray-blotch shitfuck and I had to ask like 20 people as to what the fuck this shitty phenomenon was. Then when </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/-ZRz8c01YVE/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#1167129919866576121</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-2858148051222758732</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T21:32:10.879-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Some Desperate Filler]</title><atom:summary>At the War Museum at Ottawa. In it are two good friends, Colby and Jess.I'm going to now try to shape this up to some artistic bullshit blog that features photography and bits of whatnot writing. Probably temporarily (of course it is).Most likely due to my lack of blogging and laziness. My marks fucking sucked by the way. Change for the good = basic mind retardation. I'll be back soon. Keep up, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/xomDzShk2ZQ/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-sNiSBq6OU/Sw86ETiNo_I/AAAAAAAABIg/5WdEjsjjmFo/s72-c/beautfiul_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#2858148051222758732</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-5212926004062302884</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 03:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T22:49:58.332-05:00</atom:updated><title>[I'm Almost Back]</title><atom:summary>A complete papery mindrape has been ended and now I'm back to this.I apologize for my lack of posting. Fuck, keeping people to read is hard. I'll rape the blog thing tomorrow, for now I need some needed sleep as well as a My dad just turned on the DVD player or whatever media player (fuck it) thinking that some movie disc was in it. Too bad I was apparently listening to some bass-overload big </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/6197F5Hb7-U/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#5212926004062302884</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-8203264882245477195</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T16:11:46.779-05:00</atom:updated><title>[That's Right]</title><atom:summary>I hate you, weird foreign itchy red spot thing on the back of my neck. I, as well as many people tend to pour all of our day's luck and fortune by looking at the weather. One day it will be all sunny and the sun would have a little smile with little birds singing and you'll say, "Holy shit, isn't this day just fantastical? Nothing could go wrong. Yessiree, nothing would go wrong on a day like </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/UkUyYJg05Ks/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#8203264882245477195</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-7261255705204047572</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T16:03:46.586-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Heh]</title><atom:summary>There isn't a vital hint of insult in my books. "What books?" Fuck you, okay. It's a saying. And our "books" has to be somewhere stuffed in our organs and all the nice stuff. Laugh, please.It's almost impossible to choose a good book. They've all got covers, yes. Some of them could be the best book ever but with the most grossest cover ever. Don't judge a book by its cover, screw you. How are we </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/yxU9ztToeBI/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#7261255705204047572</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-180850907054026675</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T15:56:02.036-05:00</atom:updated><title>[Less Point]</title><atom:summary>I'm going to get this out of my way.New start for me. Absolutely new.  I even made a little list of 'to do' and I plastured it on my wall, it's great. So far one thing is checked off and I even gave my self a little dead line to do it. It's done on the 6th. After that, failures.Failures.Ewwww.It's November, everyone's washing their hands, and I need to get back to something.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/xn4aqylCrhE/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#180850907054026675</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-3512172140663700784</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T15:25:04.086-04:00</atom:updated><title>[Heads Will Roll]</title><atom:summary>Because I need to piss really bad at the moment (to elaborate, it's that burning feeling-- ahh screw it you wouldn't know). But I am doing this instead. It's writing over the somehow tingling and relaxing sensation that comes from something irrational.No it's not.If we couldn't produce wastes, I wonder what would happen. Would it just pile inside you? I'm almost back to writing more. I'm actually</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/3zUs_OuaaWQ/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#3512172140663700784</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-5109475544779572436</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 06:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T02:18:41.095-04:00</atom:updated><title>[Same Story]</title><atom:summary>So eversince my brother came back for Thanksgiving, it's all either sleeping, eating, more eating and the cycle juts repeats.It almost feels as if he was here all this time. I'm slowly adjusting to me 'I haven't seen you for so long, I love you' to 'holy shit.'STOP.Now let's see: half finished apple juice, half finished water... times three. I don't know why but this is all I see infront of me. I</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/Q8Z2jaq0NYg/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#5109475544779572436</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-1872875989663213236</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T02:15:59.181-04:00</atom:updated><title>[Huh!]</title><atom:summary>I'm revisiting some other memory.It's definitely a pubescent one. A definite one. So basically this memory clog is the result of my auditioning for a musical. I might have declined any further thoughts about performing arts, oh I don't know, months back. It isn't complete narcissism. Fuck. Anyhow I did because 1. I have faith in my voice (sounds like something some generic Disney star would say) </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/GDUNLnG0rDw/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#1872875989663213236</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-5950094540348824541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 06:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T02:09:29.367-04:00</atom:updated><title>[Perspective]</title><atom:summary>It's been a while.What am I doing?My whole month has been major uplift from my usual routine. I'm not lying. Look at my yes.No there are no pictures of my eyes.Rest assure, my work load and other generic shit like that is up to the maximum. I truly have that feeling in my stomach where I don't blog for a long time. After I rape the shit out of my two tests, I will be indulged in some free time to</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/YG6y9e274Zg/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#5950094540348824541</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-4935398412883495701</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T18:46:38.867-04:00</atom:updated><title>[Short #12]</title><atom:summary>I just realized, I do the most weirdest shit ever.Like for instance, I opened my bag to start my school work, then I randomly started swinging back and forth.Yeah.I just stopped and said "What the fuck am I doing?"Scary. Scary when you realize you're doing something. Something you probably won't do in public, then it reminds you of how different you are at your own home. It surprises you how </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/PX2K-xDKT_o/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#4935398412883495701</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3781587973517270778.post-630625197041120470</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T19:24:51.237-04:00</atom:updated><title>[Cold]</title><atom:summary>Hopefully you aren't dazzled. Because dazzling sucks. It's just like, dazzle. It reminds me of a generic kitchen where you're sprinkling coloured health-destroying candy sprinkles. It reminds you of some generic tight-clothed teen who basically just came back from ass-fucking a nearby Abercrombie &amp; Fitch store, and if you are where I am, that's one hour for you.Hopefully you are not dazzled, nor </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ICuN/~3/T_QOU_ziy5A/index.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://himynameisalexlee.blogspot.com/index.html#630625197041120470</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

