<?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-33430483</id><updated>2011-12-24T16:21:30.190-05:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Misc'/><category term='Baby Info'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Other'/><category term='News'/><title type='text'>The Missing Link</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-8223685214143915460</id><published>2008-01-18T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:19:36.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Good day to you all! And, a happy new year! That's right, another year bits the dust.  Is it just me, or did 2007 seem to fly by? I mean, it just seemed that it started and then it was over.  I guess the old saying is true, times flies when you are having fun.  Then on the other hand, times comes to a stand still when you are bored out of your mind.  I hope everyone had a good new year and hope the new year brings you happiness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, me and my family of 2 are thinking about relocating.  My wife has been in the same area her whole life and would like a change of scenery.  I cannot really blame her myself I moved around as kid and it was great for a time, and as I got older it became a little boring to move around so much.  So for me, moving is more of a chore then anything else, but I am not going to be grudge my wife wanting to move.  She wants to be out by the end of this year, so I have been busy looking for a job.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all I have for now. Thanks for listing and I will see you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-8223685214143915460?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/8223685214143915460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=8223685214143915460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/8223685214143915460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/8223685214143915460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-5991708092167414062</id><published>2007-11-08T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:57:52.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Grounded</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I am cruising the Internet and my brother IMs me a link to a story that he thinks I should check out.  I am not a big news person, but I try to keep in the loop as much as possible.  I could not believe what I was reading!  This article was about a kid that tried to kill his parents.  This kid actually went and meet a hit man and tried to hire this person to kill his parents.  Now, I am sure that you are thinking what the heck!! (you can enter your own choice word here).  Now the fact that he did this is bad, and I am talking REALLY bad.  But trust me, its gets worse...the reason that he thought they needed to be killed was....wait for it, wait...they grounded him! That's right, his mom decided that he needed an attitude adjustment and his grades were slipping. So she did was any good parent would do, she took away his PlayStation and TV privileges away.  Nothing that anyone else did not have done to them.  I remember losing the privilege to play video games, and not being able to watch TV.  To a kid that is horrible thing, and I am sure that at the time I was mad at my folks for doing it, but I would NEVER EVER think about having someone kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, there is some light at the end of the tunnel.  How you may ask?  Well, the kid was not all that smart you see.  He was so upset that he made a few threats towards his folks and the mom took things a serious.  So, she reported him to the local cops.  And they decided to setup a sting operation.  I am sure that most of you know where I am going with this.  The hit man that they boy met with was an undercover cop! And he was arrested on site, now the boy did not go alone to meet this "hit man".  One of his friend's mom; that he trusted took him there! That amazed me so much that I had to re-read to make sure that I actually read it right!  There is no mention of her getting arrested, but I don't see how they could not have when she drove him there.  Now, I hate to say this but the kid is not going to tried as an adult.  Which everyone knows that being that he is 17, he will only be in jail till he is 21 and that is even if they kid him the maximum time in jail.  Then after he is out, his records are sealed and he never has to think of it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really gets me, is when stories such as these are mentioned in the news is why they don't mention what medicines that the people are on.  You see, there is shut off values or filters if you will.  This filters put a stop to ideas like the ones that this kid had.  I am sure that everyone has gotten upset and thought I gonna kill that guy that just cut me off in traffic.  But you mind takes that idea and gets rid of it, your anger passes and you are over it.  Now, take that same situation and put the person on some sort of mind altering drug.  This person has the same thought, but his mind being messed up the way that it is does not get rid of that idea until the idea is acted out.   Nothing of this nature is ever mentioned, because such a high regard has been set in place for the so called "head doctors" that no one wants to admit that they kill people and don't save them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is enough of a rant.  Just one last thing take care of yourself and stay away from "head doctors" they don't know anything about how the mind actually works. Think about it, these are people that get together once a year and vote in so called "new illness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-5991708092167414062?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/5991708092167414062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=5991708092167414062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5991708092167414062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5991708092167414062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2007/11/grounded.html' title='Grounded'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-6785242733469604128</id><published>2007-10-31T16:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:05:51.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>In light of the Halloween, I thought that I would share this with everyone. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual concept of Halloween is derived from an early Celtic holiday called Samhein (pronounced sow-in) that took place at the beginning of the winter season on Oct. 31. This day marked the end of summer and the end of food abundance and plant vitality for farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits of the dead were believed to roam freely. On the day known as "The Day of the Dead," living relatives would help their dead loved ones complete a safe journey to the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would paint or carve scary faces on gourds and turnips and disguise themselves in outlandish costumes to scare away the evil spirits that were also thought to be wandering the earth that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Catholic Church, angered by these pagan practices, sought to eliminate them. Pope Gregory decided to declare a new festival of religious observance called All Saint's Day, a day in which every saint would be honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hundred years down the line, its date was changed so that it would fall on the same day as Samhein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the custom of All Saints Day, people would dress up in a costume that represented a saint, and young men would go door-to-door begging for food to feed the town's poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by, the customs of Samhein and All Saints Day began to merge and were no longer considered two separate festivals, but rather one joint holiday called All Hollow's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Irish population began immigrating to America in the mid-1800s, they brought with them the many European customs of All Hollow's Day. These customs combined with an existing American tradition called "Autumn's Play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Autumn's Play" is a celebration in which people gather to sing, feast, light bonfires and watch children parade in costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two festivals shaped present-day Halloween and all of the spooky phenomena that we enjoy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-6785242733469604128?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/6785242733469604128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=6785242733469604128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/6785242733469604128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/6785242733469604128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-2364056685761433600</id><published>2007-04-13T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:58:29.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Book</title><content type='html'>Good day to all, well I know that it's not day time as I write this, but heck I am sure somewhere that it's day time.  Anyway, it has been awhile since I have written anything. I have been a little busy with life.  Getting ready to get married and preparing for the baby and all, not a lot of time to do much of anything else.  But, I have been moving things along with my book.  Today I got to see the cover and I have to say that it looks great!  I made it the picture on my profile so have a look and see what you think.  Not much else to say at the moment, so I bid thee all a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-2364056685761433600?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/2364056685761433600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=2364056685761433600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/2364056685761433600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/2364056685761433600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2007/04/book.html' title='Book'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-401078988386218290</id><published>2007-02-06T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:51:49.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  It has been awhile since I have posted.  Things have been a little busy in my life for the past couple of months.  Since the last time I posted, I informed everyone that I was going to be a father.  Things on that front are going very well!  The baby is growing and getting stronger everyday.  Also, I mentioned that I am going to be getting married in April (yes, right around the corner).  Planning for that seems to crawl, but things are getting down.  Finally we know there where and when.  Now, just to get the invites out and get a wedding dress; and I know that I am not going to have anything to do with that.  Those silly sayings, that I am not suppose to see the bride's dress or the bride to be the day of.  Not to sure how that last one is going to work, but I am sure something will be worked out.  Now, I would like to say that I don't believe in all the hog wash; but alias I cannot I just believe in some of the silly superstitions like that....perhaps, it has something to do with being a little Irish (thinking deeply, and tapping on the side of my head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now onto some other news that I have not shared.  I dream of mine has recently been granted.  I am going to be a published author.  This is something that I have wanted since I started writing in middle school.  It's a book a poems, called The Warrior Poet.  I hope that it will be out before the end of year. So, please take the time to check it out.  Well, that it is for now....until later my friends; be safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-401078988386218290?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/401078988386218290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=401078988386218290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/401078988386218290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/401078988386218290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2007/02/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-5936316431954436163</id><published>2006-11-30T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:50:42.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Day Break</title><content type='html'>Alright, so there is this new show that I got hooked on.  Thanks to a certain person (Shoom Zone; check out the site I have it listed under my links).  The show is based on a cop that has to re-live what has to be the worst day of his life.  The show is awesome, and if you want to check it out you can see the first few episodes by going to &lt;a href="http://dynamic.abc.go.com/streaming/landing" target="_blank"&gt;http://dynamic.abc.go.com/streaming/landing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you that are I-Man fans Nester Carbonell; Shannon Kelly's husband, he was good in it last night.  And, best of all one of the people from another favorite show of mine Mutant X is in it as well.  One Victoria Pratt, she was Shalamar and I have to tell you she looks as good as ever. And if you never watched Mutant X you should check that out as well that was another good show that should have never been canned.  You might be able to find re-runs in your area if you look, but you can also get the seasons on DVD from just about any site or Best Buy has them as well; that is where I got them at.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you should check Day Break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-5936316431954436163?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/5936316431954436163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=5936316431954436163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5936316431954436163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5936316431954436163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-break.html' title='Day Break'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-1833241444677463408</id><published>2006-11-28T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:13:58.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Hoping</title><content type='html'>Well, last week I decided that it was time to embark on a dream that I have had for as long as I can remember.  I contact a publisher to see if they would be interested in publishing my poems.  To my surprise they contacted me and asked me to send them my writtings.  Although I am not going to hope for a lot.  It would be nice if they wanted to publish the book of poetry that I have been working on.  I am going to keep my fingers crossed and let you know what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-1833241444677463408?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/1833241444677463408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=1833241444677463408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/1833241444677463408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/1833241444677463408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/hoping.html' title='Hoping'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-5409451593057273666</id><published>2006-11-27T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:00:42.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>Ah, so I hope everyone survived another family gather that is know throughout the land as Thanksgiving. Or as I like to refer to it as Turkey Day.  A day that is spent with family and the people you love.  And, of course people that you don't nessacarry love, or tolerate for that matter. It's like any other family gathering, there are people in the family that you don't like all that much.  But, you put up with them at just talk about them in the car on the way home. Don't say that you don't do it; I myself have been gulity of this as well and although I am not proud of it, it has happened. And as much as I would not like it to happen I am sure that it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;So, how many of you have TONS of left-overs that will last you till Christmas dinner? I am sure that there are a lot of you out there. Thankfully, I don't have any; that is the nice thing about going to someone else's house for dinner. All the food and none of the left-overs to have to worry about. But then again, that means that I don't get to make turkey sandwichs or turkey and gravy with the left-overs.  Oh well, there are ups and down to everything.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a happy and safe holiday. And, I will check in with you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-5409451593057273666?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/5409451593057273666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=5409451593057273666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5409451593057273666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5409451593057273666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-5376343520417998350</id><published>2006-11-17T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:29:04.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Info'/><title type='text'>Sound</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yesterday was awesome.  I went to the doctor with my fiancee and we got to hear the baby's heartbeat.  That had to be one of the best sounds that I have ever heard.  We could also hear the baby moving around as well.  I have to tell you that hearing the baby warmered my soul.  And that is all I have to say for the moment.  Take care, and have a great day and weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-5376343520417998350?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/5376343520417998350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=5376343520417998350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5376343520417998350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5376343520417998350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-yesterday-was-awesome.html' title='Sound'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-1593351979666026386</id><published>2006-11-15T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:20:23.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Fade Away</title><content type='html'>Good day all! Here is another one of my poems.  It's an orginal just wrote it today; enjoy.  And have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening draws near&lt;br /&gt;Time grows short&lt;br /&gt;My time here is almost at its end&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving soon&lt;br /&gt;To where I do not care&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I know&lt;br /&gt;I have left no marks&lt;br /&gt;My soul is empty&lt;br /&gt;And dieing out&lt;br /&gt;I am being to leave this plain&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself fading&lt;br /&gt;But wait there is one&lt;br /&gt;One I knew nothing about&lt;br /&gt;I see them in the distance&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to stop it now&lt;br /&gt;My fading continues&lt;br /&gt;As I fade away&lt;br /&gt;The one reaches the spot&lt;br /&gt;Just in time to see me leave&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is left is the smell that lingers&lt;/span&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/33430483-1593351979666026386?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/1593351979666026386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=1593351979666026386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/1593351979666026386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/1593351979666026386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/fade-away.html' title='Fade Away'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-5843765753378509924</id><published>2006-11-13T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:12:48.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Start off the week right</title><content type='html'>Ah, welcome to another Monday morning.  Lets try to start the week off right shall we? I think a good way to start the week off is with a poem.  Another orginal poem by none other then SungSang.  Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;It's called Alone, now I want to inform you that I am not actually alone. That just happens to be the title of the poem ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jolt awake&lt;br /&gt;I find that once again am alone&lt;br /&gt;I look around my empty room&lt;br /&gt;There is some light coming in from outside&lt;br /&gt;Just enough to give the room a glow&lt;br /&gt;I burry my hands deep into my hands&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to hold back the tears&lt;br /&gt;Again am alone&lt;br /&gt;No matter the time of day,  am alone&lt;br /&gt;I search my soul for an answer&lt;br /&gt;But none I can find&lt;br /&gt;My mind wonders back to being alone&lt;br /&gt;I site alone in my bed wondering why&lt;br /&gt;Am alone&lt;br /&gt;I lay down&lt;br /&gt;I try to remain calm&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;For my mind reminds me that am alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a good week and they spend it with the people they love. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-5843765753378509924?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/5843765753378509924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=5843765753378509924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5843765753378509924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5843765753378509924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/start-of-week-right.html' title='Start off the week right'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-2813274431330369187</id><published>2006-11-10T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:17:21.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>Well, my fiancée and me have just about gotten all our Christmas shopping done.  Now the thing is that I really don't like shopping there is just something about the ritual of shopping.  Dealing with all the other people that are doing the something, trying to get all there shopping done.  And, the people just seem to get worse and worse every year.  And, that is not all; the worse thing is that people are not all that nice this time of year.  I find that a little odd; seeing how this is suppose to be the time of giving and good will towards your fellow man/woman.  But, I guess in this day and age when Christmas has become the "national gift giving day" and nothing else then people must think that they can be rude and obnoxious to people as well.  I guess it really does not matter what I think about how people act they are going to do what they want when they want.  I guess that is part of having a mind of your own and no one can take that away from you.  Till next time folks have a blessed one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-2813274431330369187?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/2813274431330369187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=2813274431330369187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/2813274431330369187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/2813274431330369187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-5021555805966738878</id><published>2006-11-09T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T08:54:10.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow is Veterans Day, now I don't know how many people out there is blogger world know what this day actually symbolizes.  Wikopedia defines it as follows: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veterans Day is the American name for the international day called &lt;b&gt;Armistice Day&lt;/b&gt;. It falls on 11 November, the anniversary of the signing of the armistice that ended World War One. It is both a federal holiday and a state holiday in all states. The same day is observed elsewhere as Remembrance Day or Armistice Day. All major hostilities of World War 1 were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 with the German signing of the Armistice. Armistice Day was first commemorated in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; by President Woodrow Wilson in 1919, and many states made it a legal holiday. Congress passed a resolution in 1926 inviting all Americans to observe the day, and made it a legal holiday nationwide in 1938. The holiday has been observed annually on November 11 since that date - first as Armistice Day, later as Veterans Day - except for a brief period when it was celebrated on the fourth Monday of October. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Veterans Day may not mean a lot to some of the people out there.  But, the fighting men and women of the Armed Services it means a heck of a lot.  It also means something to all the families of the Armed Services members.  Now, like me when I was little I saw it as other day that I get off from school, and for sometime I did not know the meaning behind the day.  As for now, I fully understand the reason behind the day.  And, I am proud that there is a day that is set aside to recognize all the Veterans of the Armed Forces.  I myself am a son of a father and mother that severed in the Armed Forces.  My dad was in the Air Force and the Navy, all together he spent 35yrs in.  My mom only did her 4yrs I believe, but it does not take away from the fact that she did her time in the service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To all the veterans out there and the men and woman serving in the Armed Forces I want to say Thank You.  Without your bravery to serve and at times fight we would not have the rights and freedom that we have.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-5021555805966738878?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/5021555805966738878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=5021555805966738878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5021555805966738878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5021555805966738878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-8524986900970464203</id><published>2006-11-08T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:50:35.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel a presence by my side&lt;br /&gt;I turn to see&lt;br /&gt;But there is no one there&lt;br /&gt;Must have been the wind&lt;br /&gt;Again the feeling is there&lt;br /&gt;Again I turn and no one is there&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the wind once more?&lt;br /&gt;I shrug off the feeling once more&lt;br /&gt;But, I still have the nagging feeling&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice, quiet a mouse&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to make out the words&lt;br /&gt;What was that? I call out&lt;br /&gt;No reply&lt;br /&gt;Again the voice comes; quiet as a mouse&lt;br /&gt;Still I cannot make it out&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to tell me? I shout&lt;br /&gt;Once again no reply&lt;br /&gt;I kneel down and begin to cry&lt;br /&gt;I feel a hand caress my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I turn and see….&lt;br /&gt;I feel his love&lt;br /&gt;The voice is loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I needed him in my heart to make it out&lt;br /&gt;Again the feeling is there&lt;br /&gt;But this time I know what it’s about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-8524986900970464203?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/8524986900970464203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=8524986900970464203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/8524986900970464203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/8524986900970464203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling.html' title='The Feeling'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-377675073983595518</id><published>2006-11-08T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:36:22.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Warrior's Path</title><content type='html'>A warrior sits calm and surreal&lt;br /&gt;His warrior heart beats at the sound of a drum&lt;br /&gt;Will today be the day?&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of such things are taboo&lt;br /&gt;The warrior's eyes are shut tight&lt;br /&gt;Clearing his mind to concentrate on the task at hand&lt;br /&gt;His weapons are cleaned and sheathed&lt;br /&gt;A warrior's weapons are his best friend&lt;br /&gt;Never let him down always at his side&lt;br /&gt;One last breathe&lt;br /&gt;The warrior stands&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;His path is clear&lt;br /&gt;The task is at hand&lt;br /&gt;He walks the warrior's path&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-377675073983595518?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/377675073983595518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=377675073983595518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/377675073983595518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/377675073983595518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/warriors-path.html' title='Warrior&apos;s Path'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-6540890656639602853</id><published>2006-11-07T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:49:03.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of The Day</title><content type='html'>So as I sit here at home with the night starting to come to a close.  I look back on the day (voting day).  The day was like any other I went to work and came home.  On the way home I voted like a lot of other people.  When I first got there there were not a lot of people there.  By the time that I was leaving, the place started to get a little more full.  I think that had to do with the fact that people thought that it was a good idea to stop on the way home to vote.&lt;br /&gt;My dad calls and asked me if I voted and what party I voted for.  I gave him some information about that, that I will not share with all you people for the mear fact that I don't know you well enough to talk about politics.  Not to mention that I am not really that much into politics and really don't talk about them much.  Ah, well it's about that time to see about getting things done for the night, I hope you all have a good rest of the night and a good day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-6540890656639602853?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/6540890656639602853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=6540890656639602853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/6540890656639602853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/6540890656639602853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-as-i-sit-here-at-home-with-night.html' title='End Of The Day'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-6918762057758779686</id><published>2006-11-07T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:59:23.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Tatoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, so I see this picture of this girl and she has a tattoo of her name and her boyfriends name on her arm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First thing that comes to mind is WHY?  Now, the problem I see with this is that the guy who I have known for awhile has gone through 3 girlfriends within the last year.  Now, I don't think that is a reflection of how is treats girls, because I know that he treats them well.  From what I gather most of the women in his life leave him high and dry.&lt;br /&gt;I think the main thing is that I don't think that people should put things like that on their body.  I mean think about this for a moment.  Unless you know for sure that you are going to be with that person for the rest of your life then you should not put something like that on your body.  I mean no one knows what tomorrow will bring.  Tomorrow you could break up with that person and you will be left with the everlasting memory of that person which can be stored away in your head so that you only think about it maybe once or twice in your lifetime. But, now you have this tattoo on your body that is a constant reminder that you were with this person and you know that you are no longer with that person.  Now, you are blessed with the idea that you have to explain to anyone that asked what the tattoo means and you once again get to tell another person about why you got the tattoo.  Or perhaps you will just write it down and keep it in your pocket or your purse so that you can just give it to the person that ask so that they can read for themselves the reason for your idiotic idea to put someone else’s name on your arm.  Of course, there is always the option to get the tattoo removed.  A nice option, but I would not suggest this course of action.  I have a friend that is getting some removed that way and he hates it.  Aside from the site allergic reaction that he had to the numbing agent that they used it seems to be going nicely.  But, with all that come the cost and the treatments that you have to go through to get the tattoo removed.  This is why I tell people that I choose me tattoo based on the fact that I am not going to be ashamed of it later when people ask me about them or why I got that particular one.  Not to mention that I think tattoo someone’s name on your body is a little trashy, but that's just me...one man's opinion take it with a grain of salt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-6918762057758779686?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/6918762057758779686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=6918762057758779686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/6918762057758779686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/6918762057758779686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/tatoos.html' title='Tatoos'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-5812290911203350509</id><published>2006-11-07T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:36:59.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Info'/><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>Alright, so in April 07 I am going to marry the woman that I love.  In December (24th) we will have been together 1 yr.  It does not seem all that long, it seems like we have been together for a lot longer then that.  Now, before you start to think that is a bad thing it's not.  I have been happier this past year then I can rememeber any other time in my life.  Aside from the site issues that I am having with my family which I really don't need to get into at this point...as that I don't want this post to get to the size of a small novel.  And, not to mention that I am sure that no one wants to hear about all the stuff that I am going through at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontop of all the excitement of getting married, my finacee and I are expected our first child in May of 07.  When I found out that we were going to be having a baby I don't think I could have been happier.  The idea of bringing a new life into this world just makes me happy.  So, the next year is going to be a great ride, that I don't think that I am going to want to get off of.  I will try to keep my blog updated so that everyone knows how this are going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-5812290911203350509?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/5812290911203350509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=5812290911203350509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5812290911203350509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/5812290911203350509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-116292367352851672</id><published>2006-11-07T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:06.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Man/Shoom Productions</title><content type='html'>Alright a little explaining is in order for the title of this blog.  Back in 2000 there was this GREAT show that Sci-fi aired called Invisible Man. And let me tell you it was an AWESOME show that ended long before it's time.  The show ended in 2002 and it left with it fans that were sad nah I say angry to see it go.  Since that time a site was created www.imaniacs.org for all the fans to congregate to and talk about our beloved shows (I being one of them you might have noticed).  Well, this site is a place were we talked about how we can get the show back or even get our cast together again for a movie or something to that regard.  Well after more time past a great person named Amanda Rogers who is blessed to have meet most or the entire cast took on herself to start a dream that she had to break into the movies.  She decided that she was going to make a movie with our beloved I-Man cast.  To read more about this project and about Amanda please go to www.shoomzone.com.  There you will find lots of information about the project and updates to said project. Please tell all your friends about the site! This is going to be a GREAT project and I don't see where anyone should miss out on this great group of people that were tore apart long before there time. I will also add the link to Shoom Productions on my links section of my blog so that you can visits as often as you like...heck bookmark it and tell other people about it in your blog, help spread the word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-116292367352851672?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/116292367352851672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=116292367352851672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/116292367352851672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/116292367352851672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-manshoom-productions.html' title='I-Man/Shoom Productions'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-115695963233049991</id><published>2006-08-30T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:06.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solider</title><content type='html'>I have/had family and friends in the service. So, this hits close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stays up for days on end.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a warm shower to help you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes days or weeks without running water.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about how hot it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't get to eat today.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to the mall and get your hair redone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll your eyes as a baby cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see only what the media wants you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees the broken bodies lying around him.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does exactly what he is told.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay at home and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gunfire.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably a worse place because of men like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there were more men like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you support your troops, re-send this to everyone you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it gets to another veteran who hasn't received it yet, it will bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ and the American G. I.&lt;br /&gt;One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-115695963233049991?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/115695963233049991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=115695963233049991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115695963233049991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115695963233049991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/08/solider.html' title='The Solider'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-115695754442023876</id><published>2006-08-30T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:06.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is awsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s114.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid114.photobucket.com/albums/n273/sungsang80/concreteplane1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-115695754442023876?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/115695754442023876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=115695754442023876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115695754442023876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115695754442023876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-awsome.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-115681027897993733</id><published>2006-08-28T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:06.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Job</title><content type='html'>Alright, so today I got an offer for a new job. Its going to be great, I get to work Monday-Friday 7am-3pm. I finally get my weekends back after 3 1/2 years. Its going to be great that I will get to out on Saturday night and not have to worry about getting home earlier so that I can go to work in the morning. Of course with my luck, now that I have Sundays off, I am not going to have anywhere to go on Saturday night. But, I am sure that is not going to be an issue I don't see where I am never not going to have anything to do on Saturday. Usually there is plently to do on Saturday night. Espically seeing that here is a couple of weeks its going to be my b-day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-115681027897993733?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/115681027897993733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=115681027897993733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115681027897993733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115681027897993733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-job.html' title='A New Job'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-115677172059359487</id><published>2006-08-28T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:06.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>What can you say about Mondays, other then the fact that its Monday. Last week, someone told me that everyday is a Monday. I never really thought about it that way, for him that made sense being that where he worked he was oncall all the time, so I could see where that would be the case. Me, I would hate that I would like the idea that once I am off work I am off work.  I was working at place where I was called after I left as late as 9pm and I hated that. There were times that I just wanted to turn my phone off, but I know that would be the moment that something really bad would happen and I would need to be contacted.  But anyway, Mondays usually suck...even though if you want to get down to it today is my Tuesday being that I work on Sundays.  Eh, but anyway I am sure that I will soon be off that schedule. But for now back to work I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-115677172059359487?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/115677172059359487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=115677172059359487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115677172059359487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115677172059359487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-115672277866443995</id><published>2006-08-27T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:06.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Peace?</title><content type='html'>Now, whether or not this is the formula for inner peace or not; I just thought that was funny. I will let you decide if you think so. Other then the fact that it was said to be writen by Dr Phil...I hate him by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A formula for inner peace...&lt;br /&gt;I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and we all could use more calm in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;By following the simple advice I heard on a Dr. Phil show, I have finally found inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;On the show, Dr. Phil proclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;"The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you've started."&lt;br /&gt;So I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished and before leaving the house this morning,&lt;br /&gt;I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey's, a bottle of Kailua, a package of Oreos, the rest of the cheesecake, some saltines and a box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how good I feel.Have a nice day..... I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-115672277866443995?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/115672277866443995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=115672277866443995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115672277866443995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115672277866443995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/08/inner-peace.html' title='Inner Peace?'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-115669520704470372</id><published>2006-08-27T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:06.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Rules</title><content type='html'>I don't neccessarily agree with all of these, but I thought they were funny and wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down Finally, the guys' side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;(I must admit, it's pretty good.)&lt;br /&gt;We always hear"the rules"&lt;br /&gt;From the female side.&lt;br /&gt;Now here are the rules from the male side.&lt;br /&gt;These are our rules!&lt;br /&gt;Please note.. These are all numbered "1"&lt;br /&gt;ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men ARE not mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;We need it up, you need it down.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon&lt;br /&gt;Or the changing of the tides.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport.&lt;br /&gt;And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No areperfectlyAcceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problemonlyIf you want help solving it. That's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problemSee a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something&lt;br /&gt;Or tell us how you want it done.&lt;br /&gt;Not both.&lt;br /&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible , Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus didNOTneed directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, itwill Be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear Is fine... Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,&lt;br /&gt;Or golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape.RoundIS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-115669520704470372?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/115669520704470372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=115669520704470372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115669520704470372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115669520704470372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/08/guy-rules.html' title='Guy Rules'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33430483.post-115669304806519336</id><published>2006-08-27T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:05.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had one of these created before and it dissapeared. So, I had to create a new one, which I don't think is a big deal being that I don't think anyone read the last one but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit at work; I know I work Sundays and it sucks. But I hope for not too much longer. I need a job that I work M-F and have my weekends, it has been a long time since I have an actual weekend off. I have alreay know what it feels like to not be able to go anywhere and stay out late on a Saturday night cause I have to get home and get to bed for work in the morning. But anyway, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well, as you might be aware from the title of the blog I am a black belt. I study martial arts at D.H.S. Martial Arts in Fredericksburg Va. Its a great place to take martial arts and the master is awsome. And the best part is that I get to help teach the other students and learn at the sametime. It was a blessing that I had able to find something that I am so good at and love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off I go to work again...and no I don't whistle while I work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33430483-115669304806519336?l=sungsang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/feeds/115669304806519336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33430483&amp;postID=115669304806519336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115669304806519336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33430483/posts/default/115669304806519336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungsang.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day.html' title='The First Day'/><author><name>Warrior Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156349853554563345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWGhmLO5UJU/TbGRfZUbPII/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nIcXz0wPFU/s220/erase.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
