<?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-6563535057896103371</id><updated>2011-12-23T12:00:05.043-08:00</updated><category term='self-confidence'/><category term='house fun'/><category term='white teeth'/><category term='smiling'/><title type='text'>PRT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>colinh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02823648769883038370</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-2133351875131908016</id><published>2008-02-10T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:49:24.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=zvdIDhoGTtc"&gt;Answer is yes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/SBBBBBRAWL.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 152px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/SBBBBBRAWL.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-2133351875131908016?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/2133351875131908016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=2133351875131908016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/2133351875131908016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/2133351875131908016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>colinh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02823648769883038370</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-1158371238734705179</id><published>2008-01-29T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:40:09.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:2gA3iTowPonoMM:http://www.ics.uci.edu/%7Eeppstein/pix/sv/fw/Tent-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:2gA3iTowPonoMM:http://www.ics.uci.edu/%7Eeppstein/pix/sv/fw/Tent-m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go camping.  What can be more manly then surviving in the wilderness, fighting off bears and raccoons, and sleeping in a tent with 5 guys? Hong Kong?  I think not.  Japan? Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-1158371238734705179?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1158371238734705179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=1158371238734705179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/1158371238734705179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/1158371238734705179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/camping.html' title='camping'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080712896354312466</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-6414920645553174864</id><published>2008-01-28T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:05:28.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in favor of Japan say "I"</title><content type='html'>Hello this is a response to HK Trip Persuasion #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that meat from Hong Kong looked tasted consider what they have in Osaka, Japan's food capital. Just look at that happy clown drumming away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/389398590_41fda7e5a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/389398590_41fda7e5a7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, Japan has something for everybody. I think both endis would like the modernness of  Tokyo, along with all the hello kitty merchandise that they would be able to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/tkyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/tkyo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Kyoto also looks kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/kyoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/kyoto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japan FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-6414920645553174864?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/6414920645553174864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=6414920645553174864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/6414920645553174864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/6414920645553174864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-in-favor-of-japan-say-i.html' title='All in favor of Japan say &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>colinh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02823648769883038370</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-174645108244193010</id><published>2008-01-28T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:44:51.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK a Christian...</title><content type='html'>Hello all.. time for a little Christian Bash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't occurred to me that Martin Luther King Jr. , yes was a Christian. I was reading his letter to Clergymen from Birmingham Jail and came to this astonishing fact. The letter started off with.."Negroes need their freedoms. I'm calling for direct action. Laws that are unjust do not follow the moral and natural codes of God." BAM, SMACK, BOOM. Uhh.. what was that Mr. King? What ever happened to freedom from religions and the separation of church and state? I find this a bit paradoxical that you would urge "freedom" by empowering the Church. You write how the Church has lost its power and influence over the nation, and that one day it will reclaim its past glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tangled in my own thoughts.. so let me re-highlight the important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks because you are black.&lt;br /&gt;It's the governments' fault for not using the rules of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;It's the Churches' fault for not enforcing these rules of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;But in doing so..we would be trading one Right for another. Liberty for Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might say, "ok" that seems like a  beneficial trade..I'll take freedom over religion. Over time, religion creeps over you and eventually takes away your freedom.&lt;br /&gt;You can't boomerang your problems. They just come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-174645108244193010?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/174645108244193010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=174645108244193010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/174645108244193010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/174645108244193010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/mlk-christian.html' title='MLK a Christian...'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-5692334794904165837</id><published>2008-01-28T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:48:43.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HK Trip Persuasion #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.engr.uiuc.edu/international-StudentExperience/AsiaExperience/ChinaExperience/Dang_HongKong_FA02/streetfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.engr.uiuc.edu/international-StudentExperience/AsiaExperience/ChinaExperience/Dang_HongKong_FA02/streetfood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the glory that is MEAT! How can you not like unknown meat parts served on a stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-5692334794904165837?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/5692334794904165837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=5692334794904165837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5692334794904165837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5692334794904165837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/hk-trip-persuasion-1.html' title='HK Trip Persuasion #1'/><author><name>cF</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-1318742922754881241</id><published>2008-01-23T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:16:01.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Curber!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAMGr8pdwvA/R5gtBersSPI/AAAAAAAAABE/EgrHp6HvW6Q/s1600-h/cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAMGr8pdwvA/R5gtBersSPI/AAAAAAAAABE/EgrHp6HvW6Q/s320/cake.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158922876592343282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a good 21st buddy. Hope you like the cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-1318742922754881241?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1318742922754881241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=1318742922754881241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/1318742922754881241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/1318742922754881241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-curber.html' title='Happy Birthday Curber!'/><author><name>cF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAMGr8pdwvA/R5gtBersSPI/AAAAAAAAABE/EgrHp6HvW6Q/s72-c/cake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-6268982999645900575</id><published>2008-01-23T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:05:38.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorize that Monologue!</title><content type='html'>So there's this Philipino guy in my acting class. He has slicked back hair, wears dark blue hawaiian shirts, wears the gold chain, and has a thick accent. For homework, our assignment was to memorize a 1 minute monologue. I chose to do Macbeth: Macbeth. This Philipino guy chose a much more interesting monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asks the first guy."What did you choose?" Hamlet: To be or not to be. She smiles approvingly. Asks the next guy."And you?" Hamlet: To be or not to be. She goes, "FUCK yeah.. I didn't know you guys like Shakespeare.. fuck.. I don't even like him and I'M AN ACTOR!!.. The whole class laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she asks the Philipino guy. "Go ahead?" He says, "Let's have sex." Everyone turns their head and looks at him and giggles. The teacher says, "Pardon me?" He says again,"Let's have sex." This time the class laughs even louder. By now, I've lost it and am laughing uncontrollably. The teacher responds, "Wha..?" This time with a little more "umph" he says, "LET'S HAVE SEX!" Now the class is laughing like crazy! He defensively responds, "What?! It's a real play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it is buddy, but unfortunately your attempts at seducing the teacher have failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-6268982999645900575?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/6268982999645900575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=6268982999645900575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/6268982999645900575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/6268982999645900575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/memorize-that-monologue.html' title='Memorize that Monologue!'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-7089494545805864839</id><published>2008-01-22T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:07:53.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugliest Free Throws Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wQq9YWZ568&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wQq9YWZ568&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be paid millions to shoot like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-7089494545805864839?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/7089494545805864839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=7089494545805864839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/7089494545805864839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/7089494545805864839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/ugliest-free-throws-ever.html' title='Ugliest Free Throws Ever'/><author><name>cF</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-5103247533460270448</id><published>2008-01-20T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:02:56.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house fun'/><title type='text'>Porno Ambiguity</title><content type='html'>Today, I got a call from some friends! Yes, I was so happy my phone was ringing. These friends that called me also knew my Bike roommate, which we will now call him and invited  him to play as well. So while they were still on the line, I walked into Bike roommates' room. The door was a creak open and the light was on. I presumed it was safe to enter without knocking. When I walked in, he was startled. He quickly pushed his laptop screen at an angle to which I couldn't see, then looked over to me quickly. His face was flushed. We are talking about rosie-red, sunburned, red skin. I can tell this was a very &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;climatic&lt;/span&gt; moment for him, me standing there frozen with a cellphone, and him getting caught in the act. Mine wandering eye wandereth down to his crotch to find his right hand in between his legs. That was enough for me. My flight or fight response kicked in and I flew right out of his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His explanation was,:"Hey I'm watching a show, I will be done a few minutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to ask, "What kind of show?"&lt;br /&gt;I will let the reader be the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-5103247533460270448?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/5103247533460270448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=5103247533460270448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5103247533460270448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5103247533460270448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/porno-ambiguity.html' title='Porno Ambiguity'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-4330634626754065402</id><published>2008-01-20T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:41:12.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera = Return of cF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAMGr8pdwvA/R5QtK-RQlrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/84Y8RJj92Qw/s1600-h/IMGP2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAMGr8pdwvA/R5QtK-RQlrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/84Y8RJj92Qw/s320/IMGP2485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157797139783390898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Yay look a camera! I guess I have a reason to start blogging now eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-4330634626754065402?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/4330634626754065402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=4330634626754065402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/4330634626754065402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/4330634626754065402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/camera-return-of-cf.html' title='Camera = Return of cF?'/><author><name>cF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAMGr8pdwvA/R5QtK-RQlrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/84Y8RJj92Qw/s72-c/IMGP2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-1591324881978937637</id><published>2008-01-19T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:11:29.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Bike that Could</title><content type='html'>So my roommate has this busted up bike that just camps on our balcony porch area. It's disgusting. It's rusted, the wheels have no traction, and the air pressure is out. But best of all, it has a white plastic bag with "VONS" in capital letters on the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see, we live on the second floor. It really doesn't make sense to drag a bike up and down a flight of stairs(unless it's part of your fitness regime, which it isn't). We are talking about a guy who says in regards to exercise, "Yeah, I guess it's kinda healthy..." Now the question arises, "Why would you do this!?! This is madness ( not Sparta?)" We have a perfectly nice bike rack with other bikes in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, I got permission to use the bike. I tested the bike in the parking lot and decided it was worth shit. I got off and locked it up on the bike rack near a bundle of other bikes. I go back to my room where I am confronted by the owner of the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "Hey where'd you put my bike?"&lt;br /&gt;me: " I locked it up downstairs"&lt;br /&gt;him:" Oh don't do that, it's not safe"&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*What the fuck are you talking about? *&lt;/span&gt;" Sure it is, there are other bikes there as well"&lt;br /&gt;him:" Well they might get stolen.."&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* No shit, who the fuck would want to steal your bike anyways?*&lt;/span&gt;" Whatever dude"&lt;br /&gt;him:" Can you go get it for me, and bring it upstairs?"&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!*  &lt;/span&gt;"No thanks, I think it's fine where it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next plan of action is to get the bike removed from the balcony and back into the garage.&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-1591324881978937637?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1591324881978937637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=1591324881978937637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/1591324881978937637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/1591324881978937637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-bike-that-could.html' title='The Little Bike that Could'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-2878628586097557982</id><published>2008-01-18T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:32:33.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Stall</title><content type='html'>Here I am at Sungod Lounge doing some last minute reading for section. I feel the need to take #1 so I can concentrate better and really get some work done. I head over to the bathroom and I see this guy I met a while back that I really don't want to talk to. So I tuck my chin and make a sharp left toward the closest urinal. 20 seconds in I'm done, but he's still there. I end up just standing over the urinal for another 30 seconds pretending to still be pissing. I  start jingling my keys, fiddling with my zipper, and giving the ol' johnson more than a 1-2 shake. When I'm all done with this ritual, I still hear him behind me, fiddling with his nose. He keeps blowing it. *JUST PICK YOUR GODDAM NOSE and GET THE FUCK OUT* I think silently. After I can pretend to urinate for no longer, I slowly turn around and try to hide from him and dart towards the sink farthest from him. No Good. He sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him:" Sup man?"&lt;br /&gt;me:" Oh hey.."&lt;br /&gt;him: "Yeah I still got one more class left."&lt;br /&gt;me(thinking):  * umm.. ok that was random*&lt;br /&gt;me: "So are you sick or something?"&lt;br /&gt;him:" Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Oh that sucks"&lt;br /&gt;him: "But the weekend is coming so I get to rest up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish washing and drying my hands and exit the restroom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do I wait for him? Or can I run away?" &lt;/span&gt;Social educate advises me to lag and wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye and part our ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-2878628586097557982?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/2878628586097557982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=2878628586097557982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/2878628586097557982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/2878628586097557982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/bathroom-stall.html' title='Bathroom Stall'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-8479135996515504554</id><published>2008-01-16T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:08:00.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Swingers</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was walking down a hill today with a friend during one of the 10 minute passing periods between classes. We had just eaten at Sierra Summit and were casually strolling along with our stomachs full. Halfway down the hill my friend gets an "urge" to do a spin move. Little did he know that a biker was coming down on his left. As my friend spun the front wheel of the bike rammed right up his ass causing him severe embarrassment. Luckily it was one of those HK foreigner students with broken English. I couldn't help myself from laughing at both of them and the whole context of the situation was just too much for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-8479135996515504554?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/8479135996515504554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=8479135996515504554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/8479135996515504554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/8479135996515504554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-swingers.html' title='Hello Swingers'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-9106045222071208428</id><published>2008-01-01T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:27:14.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and The New Year</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone and so has 2007. For Christmas we exchanged gifts in a secret Santa manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winslow was given an R4 for his DS.&lt;br /&gt;Alan was sent a waffle maker to make some breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I received super mario galaxy (best game ever made according to gamerankings.com)&lt;br /&gt;Alistair got an electric toothbrush, a nintendo cap, superman shirt, and is waiting for his twister game. I assume that he will be playing this game with his housemate Allen.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least Andy is very happy with his gift of a sweater size EXTRA SMALL to show off his muscles, for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a good 2007, lets hope for a better year in 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-9106045222071208428?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/9106045222071208428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=9106045222071208428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/9106045222071208428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/9106045222071208428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-and-new-year.html' title='Christmas and The New Year'/><author><name>colinh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02823648769883038370</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-660874985831761366</id><published>2007-12-08T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:04:38.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>wtfbbq : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-CS2v8wcc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-CS2v8wcc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-660874985831761366?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/660874985831761366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=660874985831761366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/660874985831761366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/660874985831761366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/12/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>colinh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02823648769883038370</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-8759779608721300374</id><published>2007-11-22T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:59:44.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful time of the year. Happy turkey day. Everyone's been real busy with schoolwork, but hopefully by Christmas time we'll have more free time to continue writing. Have a fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-8759779608721300374?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/8759779608721300374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=8759779608721300374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/8759779608721300374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/8759779608721300374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>colinh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02823648769883038370</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-4109035025268102523</id><published>2007-09-20T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:49:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging as a form of Writing</title><content type='html'>As I was digging today at work, I came across a link for 10 tips on good writing. This appealed to me because everyone loves tips and most college kids suck at writing.  My favorite quote is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity produces quality. If you only write a few things, you’re doomed. ~&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fs%3FinitialSearch%3D1%26url%3Dsearch-alias%253Daps%26field-keywords%3Dray%2Bbradbury%26x%3D0%26y%3D0&amp;amp;tag=picthebrawita-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;Ray Bradbury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=picthebrawita-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a story about some potters. Not Harry Potter mind you. Now there were two potters and a teacher. The teacher told potter A to make the nicest pot he could. The teacher then told potter B to make as many pots as possible. Potter A spent all his time shaping his one pot to perfection. Meanwhile potter B made as many as he could. In the end, potter A had one nice pot, while potter B was left with much more nicer pots. For you see potter B received more practice and was able to develop better techniques through his many creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete list of Tips you can visit this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/art-of-writing/?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-4109035025268102523?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/4109035025268102523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=4109035025268102523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/4109035025268102523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/4109035025268102523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogging-as-form-of-writing.html' title='Blogging as a form of Writing'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-571329949337682483</id><published>2007-09-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:49:25.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigeons</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/pigeon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ahh the pigeon, humblest of birds. What is a blog entitled Pigeons are Trouble without a post about the pigeon? Pictured above is a rock pigeon, which is your common street pigeon. They are part of the family Columbidae along with doves - which are basically smaller pigeons, as a matter of fact, pigeons were called rock doves until their official names were changed in 2004 by the British and American ornithologist union. Lets take a look at how these little birds affect our lives shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habitat&lt;/strong&gt; - In nature pigeons are found in cliffs on the coast, in the city pigeons live anywhere they want. They can be found predominantly in any area with a large population and close knit buildings. You can often see them on the streets scavenging for food that people drop or intentionally give to them, although this is now illegal in many cities. We live in the city of San Francisco, so naturally we have had many encounters with these critters. Sometimes I enjoy watching pigeons bob their heads and waddle along pecking the floor furiously for food, that is until they decide to make something I own, something I touch, or even me into a receptacle for their excrement. Oh that and the disease thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/roastsquab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/roastsquab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt; - As in food for humans. It's amazing what a little salt, pepper, and time in the oven will do for pigeons. Tasting of chicken while slightly tougher than chicken meat, Squab is used a lot in Asian and British cuisine. But don't go out there and catch any random pigeon and pop it in the oven, squabs used for food are farm raised - just like chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popular Culture &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/Bird-of-Pray-PEACE-DOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="156" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/Bird-of-Pray-PEACE-DOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symbolism&lt;/strong&gt; - White doves are usually shown as a symbol of peace. ie : in politics- doves and hawks. Doves are also used in religion to convey peace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homing Pigeons &lt;/strong&gt;- Some rock pigeons are bred for their abilities to find their way back to their homes over long distances sometimes they are used to carry messages. Imagine having to use pigeons instead of emails!&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/pidgey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/pidgey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pokemon &lt;/strong&gt;- In the popular cartoon/video game series, there are 3 pokemon based on the pigeon. Pidgey, Pidgeotto, and Pidgeot. This lineage of pokemon is not particularly powerful in the video game, but in the cartoon the main character Ash used to own a Pidgeotto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/sbpidgeons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/sbpidgeons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nike &lt;/strong&gt;- Nike release 150 pairs of a skateboarding shoe called the Nike Dunk SB Pigeon. Retail price was $250, but now they are worth well over that amount.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see pigeons rarely cause trouble, unless they poop on you so I guess what im trying to say is.. our blog poops on you! kthxbai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-571329949337682483?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/571329949337682483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=571329949337682483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/571329949337682483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/571329949337682483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/pigeons.html' title='Pigeons'/><author><name>colinh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02823648769883038370</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-5592695954952495224</id><published>2007-09-13T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:05:30.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing long distance on Wireless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEJW78vBl1o/Rum3nTDSecI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YMu9xWEmd6k/s1600-h/IMGP1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109817137985386946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEJW78vBl1o/Rum3nTDSecI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YMu9xWEmd6k/s320/IMGP1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing the net and www.metacafe.com, I stumbled across a video about creating a wireless booster. This nifty contraption supposedly boosts the signal of your wireless antennae with just paper, aluminum foil, glue, and a pair of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put this video to the test and guess what; IT WORKS!. I can get wireless anywhere in my house now. No more sitting next to the router and praying that my computer pick up a signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite simple to make this satellite doo-dad. Just download the template which can be found here &lt;a href="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/2696/windsurferlw5.jpg"&gt;http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/2696/windsurferlw5.jpg&lt;/a&gt; , and watch &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/300405/free_wifi_booster/"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; on metacafe (search for wireless booster). Follow those easy steps in the video and watch your signal get boosted into outer space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the wonders of the internet. Whether if it's finding out how to build things, catching up on current events, or just burning time, the internet is the greatest resource around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-5592695954952495224?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/5592695954952495224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=5592695954952495224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5592695954952495224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5592695954952495224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/surfing-long-distance-on-wireless.html' title='Surfing long distance on Wireless'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080712896354312466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEJW78vBl1o/Rum3nTDSecI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YMu9xWEmd6k/s72-c/IMGP1749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-5167823142534555110</id><published>2007-09-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:01:20.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-confidence'/><title type='text'>White Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/151539/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/151539/200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my Rembrandt Whitening strips came in. I had bought a kit before and was extremely satisfied with the previous results. You might be thinking, "Okay, another vain metrosexual," and that's where you are wrong. In this post, we will examine the benefits of having whiter teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teeth are whiter and more pure?&lt;/span&gt;   Now the first part of that statement is fairly obvious. You are paying for a product that should do what it claims to do. The second part can be explained by American culture.  White seems to be a color of purity. Look at all those religious fanatics. Even KKK thinks white is a supreme color. So by having whiter teeth, you yourself are one step closer to purity in the eyes of these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better first impressions   &lt;/span&gt; If you want to be a social BUTTERFLY, having white teeth is the way to go. People will usually rate you as more likable and honest upon the first encounter if you have white teeth. This probably roots back to the social norms of American culture discussed in (1.) Of course your teeth must be accompanied by a genuine smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An almost perfect smile&lt;/span&gt;      A smile is basically made of teeth and lips. Having white teeth is 50% of the smile. The other 50% which you probably have guessed are the lips. Many people including myself, have suffered from broken smiles due to yellow teeth. We try to scrunge our lips in a way that make our teeth look white, or show little teeth at all. Having white teeth avoids this problem. With white teeth, any lip formation that resembles a smile, will be a smile. It must be that pure white magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greater Self-Confidence    &lt;/span&gt;As you become more and more comfortable with your smile, you are building confidence in yourself. When that white smile is beamed,  it says," I have nothing to hide," to its viewers.  And ultimately, you will begin to see yourself in a more positive way; all because YOU have a wonderful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Margey, let's put on our smiley face so the world can know what a good mother you have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Simpsons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-5167823142534555110?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/5167823142534555110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=5167823142534555110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5167823142534555110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5167823142534555110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/white-teeth.html' title='White Teeth'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-1087457967708725304</id><published>2007-09-12T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:56:37.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Trident Gum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mctweb.com/product/images/399378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mctweb.com/product/images/399378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the corner of 4th and Market (Old Navy), Trident is giving out free samples of Trident Splash. Apple Raspberry single packs. I'm guessing it's a new flavor they are trying to promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's consider the marketing behind the free gum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt; : Being on the corner of Market and 4th is a high area for foot traffic. Many Muni buses like 5 Fulton,31 Balboa, and maybe the 21 Hayes run parallel to Market. On this corner The 9x Bruno? , 30 Stockton, and 45 Caltrain also pass by with a stop on the corner. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let the buses bring the people to you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timing&lt;/span&gt;: I got my free gum around 9:30am. Judging from the workers minimum fumbling around, I'm guessing they setup their giveaway at 9:00am. This is a perfect time to catch the morning blue-collars with their coffee in hand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey you have coffee breath, have a Trident!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Target Consumer&lt;/span&gt;: The only type of people you will find walking around downtown this early are adults. Most teens have started school by now. The woman who gave me my gum wore a yellow shirt with "Trident Helps Kids". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow Trident helps kids, I better buy some so they will help my kids too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like Trident, especially Trident White. I've bought several boxes of Trident White and I chew them like mad. Over the course of my gum chewing I haven't really noticed any changes in teeth whiteness. Perhaps I will blog a Trident Challenge and find out for sure if Trident really whitens your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of gum do UCSD students prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trident (the mascot is some Neptonian guy called "Triton")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-1087457967708725304?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1087457967708725304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=1087457967708725304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/1087457967708725304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/1087457967708725304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/free-trident-gum.html' title='Free Trident Gum'/><author><name>Alistair Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786834967726262642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-4846665562980303103</id><published>2007-09-12T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:35:17.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So the other day I was at my friend's house and we were watching a speedrun of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=F1yTzR61A9A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sonic the Hedgehog 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; on youtube because we had nothing better to do. After watching this, we started talking about how the difficulty level in games have decreased over time. Remember when games on the NES, SNES, and SEGA Genesis had a funky password system? Many didn't even allow saving so you had to beat the game in one sitting. I owned a Genesis and remembered the hours of effort when all that hedgehog action was happening. We then decided to rummage through his old stuff and look at what we found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes his old SNES, we also discovered an unidentifiable game. What was this mystery game? We did not know but we decided to start up the system and give the game a go to see if the new generation of games had corroded our skillZ. Right after the start screen we were thrown into the game's only option menu. We could tell that this was going to be a tough game because it did not even explain the different choices, there were just the letters A and B.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse my awesome photography skills (see bright flash in the top right corner for artistic value) but enough with the preshow, lets begin with the game. As soon as our characters materialized on the screen we were attacked by pigs. As far as I can tell we were some sort of amphibians with extraordinary fighting abilities. They were ridiculous, when my character attacked it's head transformed into large ram horns. This game was strange and quirky but it was hardly difficult, or so we thought. Our character's fighting abilities were more than enough for the relatively weak-minded AI of the computers. In fact they were so good, if I had to give this game a name I'd name it Combat Frogs. My friend described his character's attack as some sort of razor kick. Who knew amphibians could be emo? After a little bit of playing we reached and defeated the boss, who was some sort of stone pig.&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The brown pig on the top took like 20 hits to kill, even more than the boss pictured on the bottom getting razor-kicked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way we continued our game and beat the next level with ease and then we came to a bonus level. On this level the frogs surfed on checker pieces on a giant never-ending checkerboard filled with bowling pins. This would almost be bizarre but it was missing Italian plumbers breaking bricks with their heads while riding on dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although the whole game up to this point has been fun and weird, but nothing could have prepared us for what we were about to face next. (Although surfing on the checkers helped.) The next level was the MOST DIFFICULT LEVEL in any video game I've ever played. The protagonists are now jetsking on some unknown surface with a backdrop that looks suspiciously like the inside of someone or something's head. This entire level is spent dodging stone walls that pop out of nowhere. If you run into one of these walls you lose a whole health bar and start over from your previous checkpoint. Not only was this level long, it was very annoying like one of those blow-up kiddie obstacle courses they have at carnivals/fairs. What makes it worse is that if you or your partner loses all of your health bars and has to use a continue, you start from the beginning of the level. Needless to say this no saving thing got annoying after we used up all our continues trying to beat this level. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starting over for the 100th time on the same level is not fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So after another hour ........ we were basically still stuck on this level. We started playing the game at around 7:00 p.m and stopped around 9:30 p.m and in those two and a half hours, we spent maybe... half an hour going through and replaying the first few levels to reach this brain-skiing level, only to restart again. In conclusion :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have the skills to beat this old game after all. &lt;em&gt;Damn you &lt;/em&gt;next-gen games and your convenient save points, oh well I guess we can always go back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc54/pigeonsaretrouble/IMG_2586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;PS: I still do not know the name of this game, if you do would you kindly leave a comment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: Is it called Biotoads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109269476973077490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ8O42B4MF8/RufFhOy54_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tetqwMLf5Yc/s320/biotoads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-4846665562980303103?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/4846665562980303103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=4846665562980303103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/4846665562980303103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/4846665562980303103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-this-game.html' title='What is this game?'/><author><name>colinh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02823648769883038370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ8O42B4MF8/RufFhOy54_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tetqwMLf5Yc/s72-c/biotoads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563535057896103371.post-5672077541983168459</id><published>2007-09-11T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:39:48.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;About us..We are four college students that went to high school together, but now each go to a different college (UCLA,UCSB,UCSD,UCD). We decided to create this blog out of boredom, and because it is a great way for us to stay connected. Currently, the blogs are just random rants to help improve our writing skills - which are not the best. Eventually we hope to find our niche and hopefully we will get more readers. Or maybe random rants are our thing, either way we will have to wait and see. If you are also starting out feel free to comment on our blogs, or if you feel that you need to contact us you can do so through our email &lt;a href="mailto:pigeonsaretrouble@gmail.com" goog_ds_charindex="637"&gt;pigeonsaretrouble@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. kthxbai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563535057896103371-5672077541983168459?l=pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/5672077541983168459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563535057896103371&amp;postID=5672077541983168459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5672077541983168459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563535057896103371/posts/default/5672077541983168459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigeonsaretrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/dubz.html' title='About Us'/><author><name>cF</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
