<?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-2848154107617544174</id><updated>2012-01-17T13:47:37.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbler Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848154107617544174.post-5040701529697980901</id><published>2012-01-17T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:47:37.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story to tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-5040701529697980901?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/5040701529697980901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5040701529697980901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5040701529697980901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='Story to tell'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-702850281257166493</id><published>2010-05-28T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:35:51.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Chuck</title><content type='html'>October 30th, 1999. &lt;br /&gt;That's the date that changed my world entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14, my parents decided to immigrate to U.S. after seeing me continuously fail to fit into Korean middle school. &lt;br /&gt;I was not doing too well academically, according to their standards. Somehow, I was supposed to be the best of my class, but I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in my family knew what to expect. I surely as hell didn't know what I was about to face. &lt;br /&gt;My mother thought that I would pick up English real fast and become completely Americanized in less than a year. &lt;br /&gt;That could easily have been the case if I was 4. They say it's harder to pick up a new language and a new culture as you grow older. &lt;br /&gt;Some even say it gets exponentially harder after 12. So being a 14-year-old semi-kid certainly didn't help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how many fights I had with my then-ignorant mother on this subject. &lt;br /&gt;I hated her for saying "how come you can't speak English like your friends and you've already been here for 8 months?"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go to school because I couldn't even order food during lunch. &lt;br /&gt;I learned to say "cheeseburger" after a month of attending, which apparently still didn't sound anything like "cheeseburger."&lt;br /&gt;How do I know? Well, this kid at the cafeteria register always called me "chi-buh-guh" whenever I approached him. That's how.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I thought I was a linguistically challenged, irreparable fucktard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch Pokemon all the time and that's how I picked up the language. &lt;br /&gt;I would stand in front of my mirror, trying to sound like Ash, yelling "Pikachu! I choose you!"&lt;br /&gt;One day, I came home from school and started watching Pokemon just like I would any other day. &lt;br /&gt;Then, one commercial during break caught my eyes; it was a commercial for Chuck E. Cheese. &lt;br /&gt;I was simply mesmerized. To me, that was the epitome of life of an average American kid. &lt;br /&gt;That was where I wanted to be: I wanted to enjoy their pizza while playing games with my friends, conversing in English. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to be that awkward Asian kid who didn't speak English anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have fun and enjoy my time like the kids in the commercial. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the commercial was over, so was my daydream. &lt;br /&gt;I was picturing how I would spend my time there, but soon I realized I had no one to go with. &lt;br /&gt;I was imagining what their pizza would taste like, but soon I realized I couldn't even order a fucking cheeseburger. &lt;br /&gt;I turned the T.V. off and went to my room. &lt;br /&gt;Then I started crying because I realized what I was: pathetic and helpless, awkward and lonely, retarded and challenged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some thoughts, I shyly and cautiously asked my dad if he could take me there. &lt;br /&gt;He shut me down completely. He responded to my request by throwing me a vocabulary book and telling me to spend more time studying English. &lt;br /&gt;I quickly gave up and Chuck E. Cheese just became a very very far-fetched dream for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 10 years since that day, and last week, I finally was able to fulfill my childhood dream. &lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, the place was boring. I mean, hell, it is a place for kids, not for a 25-year-old man. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I was super excited. I was there for maybe good two hours, but that was more than enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was 14 again. The awkward Asian kid 10 years ago who spoke no English and had no friends was finally happy for once.&lt;br /&gt;As I was entering, I felt my blood rushing to my brain. My heart was about to dislocate itself and I couldn't even make a sound. &lt;br /&gt;I was happy. Very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played almost all the games they had, and they were, for some reason, the most awesome games I have ever played in my life. &lt;br /&gt;Only regret I have right now is that I didn't get to enjoy their pizza 'cause I went there after lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will have more memorable experiences later in my life. Big promotion, album release, wedding, my first born, and so many other events will shine a bright light on my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I will never ever forget my day at Chuck E. Cheese, for reminding me of I went through and how I became who I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/TABdmm_gn5I/AAAAAAAAABU/-h8RY0pEvTo/s1600/DSC01175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/TABdmm_gn5I/AAAAAAAAABU/-h8RY0pEvTo/s200/DSC01175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476480064765861778" /&gt;Thanks, Chuck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-702850281257166493?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/702850281257166493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-chuck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/702850281257166493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/702850281257166493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-chuck.html' title='Hi Chuck'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/TABdmm_gn5I/AAAAAAAAABU/-h8RY0pEvTo/s72-c/DSC01175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848154107617544174.post-812640519099532543</id><published>2010-05-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:13:47.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new hat for myself</title><content type='html'>so i stumbled upon this website called cafepress.com&lt;br /&gt;here you can either purchase other designer's clothings or custom make your own&lt;br /&gt;i decided to have fun with it and made my new trucker hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/S-3JlyjAIhI/AAAAAAAAABM/JgdjxzsuYTE/s1600/asdfasdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/S-3JlyjAIhI/AAAAAAAAABM/JgdjxzsuYTE/s200/asdfasdf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471250773385945618" /&gt;babbler music. yup.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repping my blog, repping my music. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be posting a lot of new materials starting next month &lt;br /&gt;i wish i could make a dedicated section for my music on this blog&lt;br /&gt;anybody know how to do that? that'd be very wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me and David (aka D-Day or whatever he prefers to be called) &lt;br /&gt;have been running good recording sessions at Clear Lake Audio up in North Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;two songs will be finished under the name of UNI-K, featuring Arden Cho on one of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to keep you guys posted more often with my boring yet hectic life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-812640519099532543?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/812640519099532543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-hat-for-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/812640519099532543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/812640519099532543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-hat-for-myself.html' title='new hat for myself'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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/_8HItJp6Fdxg/S-3JlyjAIhI/AAAAAAAAABM/JgdjxzsuYTE/s72-c/asdfasdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848154107617544174.post-2175636788243300392</id><published>2010-04-20T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:25:13.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>epic fail</title><content type='html'>i was looking for translation jobs through craigslist and this is what i found&lt;br /&gt;it's good to know that my competition is incompetent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/S843g_N-ajI/AAAAAAAAABE/znZMnOwmbMY/s1600/craig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/S843g_N-ajI/AAAAAAAAABE/znZMnOwmbMY/s200/craig.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462364437912382002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original posting:&lt;br /&gt;http://losangeles.craigslist.org/lac/wet/1695161512.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more money :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-2175636788243300392?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/2175636788243300392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/04/epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/2175636788243300392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/2175636788243300392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/04/epic-fail.html' title='epic fail'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/S843g_N-ajI/AAAAAAAAABE/znZMnOwmbMY/s72-c/craig.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848154107617544174.post-6183958355187943872</id><published>2010-04-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:31:08.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>april fool's</title><content type='html'>so as well all know, yesterday was april fool's day.&lt;br /&gt;as i was coming home from work, i realized i couldn't let the only day that i'm legally bound to lie slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: mom, i have something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;mom: what is it?&lt;br /&gt;me: i got fired&lt;br /&gt;mom: oh, i so knew it! you're always late to your work and you probably were slacking off at work, too! so what now, hmm?! you can't even keep a job for more than 2 months?! what are you doing with your life?! when are you gonna grow up?! do you even know why you got fired?! 'cause you need to learn...&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, i know. 'cause today is april 1st, mom. that's why i got fired.&lt;br /&gt;mom: (contiuing her sentence in a very soft tone) ... from your... oh wait. &lt;br /&gt;me: yes?&lt;br /&gt;mom: (chuckling in guilt) oh so you didn't...&lt;br /&gt;me: no, i didn't get fired&lt;br /&gt;mom: oh, i see. ummm... did you eat yet?&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;mom: you want some fish i'm cooking?&lt;br /&gt;me: you know how much i hate fish&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: and for the record, i was late for work once. what do you mean i'm always late for work? you're not even up when i leave for work&lt;br /&gt;mom: well you...&lt;br /&gt;me: and my boss says he likes my work ethics&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was having seaweed, kimchi, left-over sauce from bbq chicken that my brother devoured on, and a big sea bass (that i hated) for dinner, my dad returned home. continuing in my april fool's day spirit, i told both my brother and mother to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: oh you're home early today&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah. dad?&lt;br /&gt;dad: hmm?&lt;br /&gt;me: i got fired.&lt;br /&gt;dad: ... fired as in... &lt;br /&gt;me: ... fired as in i no longer work at the office starting next week&lt;br /&gt;dad: oh... (with an evil smile on his face) i knew this was gonna happen. why'd they fire you? did you screw up?&lt;br /&gt;me: no, i think it's because today is april 1st.&lt;br /&gt;dad: (looking completely lost and confused) ... yeah today IS april 1st.&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;dad: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;dad: so what? what does today's date have to do with anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, my brother and i were exchanging some serious "jesus christ, he so doesn't get it" looks and my mother was shaking her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: okay, he fails&lt;br /&gt;dad: what? what did i do? i don't get it&lt;br /&gt;mom: honey, what's the date today?&lt;br /&gt;dad: april 1st?!&lt;br /&gt;mom: okay. now, think about that for a minute. april 1st.&lt;br /&gt;dad: oh... (with a hint of sudden realization on his face) oh!!&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, he fails. epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;dad: so you didn't...&lt;br /&gt;me: no, dad. &lt;br /&gt;dad: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;dad: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;dad: (in all seriousness possible) did you know that "i got fired" was voted as number 1 worst joke for april fool's day? why would you tell such a negative lie? why couldn't you lie about something positive? like winning the lottery, or getting a bonus from work?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, great. so now i get condemned for lying on april fool's day. &lt;br /&gt;dad: no, i'm not condemning you. i'm just saying, grow up a little and tell a lie that everyone can laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;me: goddammit, dad! please! &lt;br /&gt;dad: what? i'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;mom: (abruptly interrupting) oh honey, he's just trying to have fun&lt;br /&gt;dad: yeah, i know, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go. that's my april fool's day story.&lt;br /&gt;to my parents, apparently, i'm a lazy, immature asshole who's always late for work, doesn't try hard enough, doesn't really know what to lie about, and most importantly, is dearly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-6183958355187943872?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/6183958355187943872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/6183958355187943872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/6183958355187943872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html' title='april fool&apos;s'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-1994306710579221331</id><published>2010-03-30T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:14:19.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go to haiti for a tour</title><content type='html'>past few weeks have been crazy for me and i'm completely sleep-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;in midst of all this, i have discovered a new information about &lt;br /&gt;this crazy drug called christianity that my parents and my peers so deerly believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's the news: &lt;br /&gt;apparently, korean churches in orange county decided to raise funds for haiti earthquake relief&lt;br /&gt;they have managed to secure $131,060, all in the name of donation for haiti&lt;br /&gt;(if you can read korean, here's the link to the article: http://www.koreatimes.com/article/584615)&lt;br /&gt;that's great. in fact, holy shit, that's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, given the economic situations in this country and how everyone is struggling just to live,&lt;br /&gt;being able to collect donations totalling up to about $130,000 shows some love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here comes the punch line: that money hasn't even been sent to haiti yet&lt;br /&gt;of this money, $38,792 was spent on sending pastors to haiti for a visit&lt;br /&gt;really now, what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;they were there for 5 days. 5 days. 5 mo-ther-fuck-ing days. &lt;br /&gt;o yeah, i'm sure they were there to pray for the dead and heal the wounded, you know, the good old church routine &lt;br /&gt;because apparently these guys thought they could be more effective than&lt;br /&gt;people removing debris with bare hands to save another life but helplessly crying because all they found was a body of a little girl&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck did you think your pseudo-messiah bullshit preaching &lt;br /&gt;in conjunction with meaningless, worthless prayers would fit? &lt;br /&gt;if you really wanted to help, all you needed was a plane ticket to haiti and a pair of gloves &lt;br /&gt;don't be spending 40 grand on your personal pleasures, you sick bastards. &lt;br /&gt;i can't believe the money given to these guys was used to feed their spiritual high and psychologically impaired self-justification&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wonder if they really thought that this was the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;'cause if that were the case, i no longer see hope in them &lt;br /&gt;if you think visiting haiti for no apparent reason were part of god's almighty plan to show the love for the mankind&lt;br /&gt;then you are either inexplicably retarded or mentally damaged to the point where a bullet in your head would be the only cure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o by the way, the reason why they stil haven't sent the remaining 100 grand is that these pastors are arguing about &lt;br /&gt;whether they should build a mission center in haiti with this money or use it towards haiti relief, like building tents for the affected&lt;br /&gt;ask your 7-year-olds. they can give you the right answer to this question in 3 seconds &lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope my dad isn't involved with any of the groups mentioned in that news article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me i should look past the people within the religion&lt;br /&gt;you tell me that we are all human and we are prone to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;o, please&lt;br /&gt;your god is weeping because of you dumbasses&lt;br /&gt;do something good. i beg you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tour'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-4912262537347500354</id><published>2010-03-16T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:35:25.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>march madness</title><content type='html'>last post i wrote on this blog was in february&lt;br /&gt;so i thought i needed to write another post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today around 4 a.m., i woke up to a very violent shaking&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it was my mother&lt;br /&gt;but then, it wasn't long after when i realized it was an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;my computer speakers emit this neon blue light to indicate that they are on&lt;br /&gt;so you'd understand how a bit freaky it could be:&lt;br /&gt;4 in the morning, violent shake, dancing neon blue light in the dark... yeah, fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed up a little bit 'til 6&lt;br /&gt;my mother, for some damn reason, decided to wake up early and came to my room&lt;br /&gt;she saw me sitting in front of my computer and started yelling, like a good korean mother always would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: why are you still up?&lt;br /&gt;me: what do you mean? i was sleeping but then i woke up to that earthquake earlier&lt;br /&gt;mom: what earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;me: uhhh the one that just happened like an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;mom: i didn't feel anything. neither did your dad&lt;br /&gt;me: but there was an earth...&lt;br /&gt;mom: how many times did i tell you to go to sleep early?&lt;br /&gt;me: what? i went to...&lt;br /&gt;mom: stop giving me excuses! you and your stupid tv shows that you always watch! do something productive!&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm editing the new song me and david just recorded!&lt;br /&gt;mom: oh please. i know you switch screens every time i walk into your room&lt;br /&gt;me: what? switch what screens? i don't switch screens&lt;br /&gt;mom: yes, you do&lt;br /&gt;me: no, i don't&lt;br /&gt;mom: yes, you do&lt;br /&gt;me: i don't!&lt;br /&gt;mom: you do&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: ... &lt;br /&gt;mom: earthquake, such nonsense (shakes her head)&lt;br /&gt;me: why the hell would i lie about an earthquake?! what good does that do? &lt;br /&gt;mom: just go to sleep. remember, i'm not gonna wake you up if you don't go to sleep early&lt;br /&gt;me: uhhh when was the last time you woke me up for my work?&lt;br /&gt;mom: i always do&lt;br /&gt;me: no, you don't&lt;br /&gt;mom: yes, i do &lt;br /&gt;me: jesus christ, get out, please&lt;br /&gt;mom: (shuts the door behind her as she exists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can tell, my family is very loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;and my mother loves me so dearly that she doesn't believe a word coming out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just hit me&lt;br /&gt;my dog was barking all night &lt;br /&gt;maybe she was responding to the earthquake&lt;br /&gt;smart dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-4912262537347500354?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/4912262537347500354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/4912262537347500354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/4912262537347500354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html' title='march madness'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-4668703520997326907</id><published>2010-02-08T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:57:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what happens when you make one of the greatest bands to mime</title><content type='html'>now why the hell would you wanna see the band that always gives &lt;br /&gt;one of the best fucking live performances in the world miming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just plain dumb and disrespectful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYKnGMdSQdM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYKnGMdSQdM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this what they do when you tell them to mime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1f7aNtsqvtQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1f7aNtsqvtQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what they do when you let them play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-4668703520997326907?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/4668703520997326907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-what-happens-when-you-make-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/4668703520997326907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/4668703520997326907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-what-happens-when-you-make-one.html' title='this is what happens when you make one of the greatest bands to mime'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-7164761041343291345</id><published>2010-02-01T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:26:02.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see the future</title><content type='html'>Nine Inch Nails has a great song called "Every Day Is Exactly the Same"&lt;br /&gt;whenever i listen to that song, these parts always hit me real hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I believe I can see the future&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I repeat the same routine...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...I can't remember how this got started&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you exactly how it will end...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? &lt;br /&gt;because i do repeat the same routine that i did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i just found myself restlessly staring at my computer screen, again,&lt;br /&gt;doing absolutely un-fucking-productive shit&lt;br /&gt;i already know what tomorrow is gonna be like&lt;br /&gt;i know that feeling - it almost feels like i have the power to foresee the future&lt;br /&gt;but in reality, i'm just becoming more dead, &lt;br /&gt;becoming more unaware of the sense of self,&lt;br /&gt;and becoming more absorbed, more assimilated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting caught up in a routine, however, is a great way to preserve&lt;br /&gt;i've lost you, and i'm starting to lose my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me crazy because everything is still too vivid&lt;br /&gt;from the moment i open my eyes to the moment i close them, &lt;br /&gt;i still see you. hear you. and feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i wake up&lt;br /&gt;i'm still gonna repeat the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-7164761041343291345?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/7164761041343291345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/7164761041343291345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/7164761041343291345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-future.html' title='i see the future'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-405270865923730918</id><published>2010-01-29T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:32:31.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqlQS5CCmwI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqlQS5CCmwI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watch it til the end.&lt;br /&gt;you will have a smile on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-405270865923730918?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/405270865923730918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-commercial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cerritos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was all excited and happy&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to share the news with my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: mom, i got a job&lt;br /&gt;mom: what? where? &lt;br /&gt;me: remember? i told you i was at a job interview today&lt;br /&gt;mom: what kind of company is it?&lt;br /&gt;me: it's some sort of cell phone company&lt;br /&gt;mom: what? cell phone? you doing cell phone sales?&lt;br /&gt;me: umm... well they said i'd be either doing sales or accounting&lt;br /&gt;mom: accounting? how are you gonna do accounting?&lt;br /&gt;me: i don't know. they said they'd train me&lt;br /&gt;mom: you sure it's a legit company?&lt;br /&gt;me: uhhh... i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;mom: what do you mean you suppose? how big was the office?&lt;br /&gt;me: fairly big...?&lt;br /&gt;mom: and you said it was in cerritos? that's far&lt;br /&gt;me: uhhh about 3 months ago, you wanted me to go work at some game company in torrance and that's an hour away&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: well i finally have a real job!&lt;br /&gt;mom: what's your salary?&lt;br /&gt;me: i don't know. they asked me how much i wanted and i said however much an unexperienced newbie gets, which i said was about $2,000 a month&lt;br /&gt;mom: what? only $2,000? you should've said at least $2,500&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: well at least i'm hired&lt;br /&gt;mom: okay, okay. congratulations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone obviously was very happy for me, as you could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna be busy starting next monday&lt;br /&gt;let's see how this one turns out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-7731604155187461671?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/7731604155187461671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/01/got-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/7731604155187461671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/7731604155187461671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/01/got-job.html' title='got a job!'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-4180822238873201608</id><published>2010-01-15T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:50:09.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="param" width="360" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://dory.podics.com/podics_player05.swf?PODCH=125038578140&amp;PODID=450014&amp;SV=squirt"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dory.podics.com/podics_player05.swf?PODCH=125038578140&amp;PODID=450014&amp;SV=squirt" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" menu="false" width="360" height="80" swliveconnect="true" name="param" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another song i worked on last night&lt;br /&gt;made it so that it goes with the previous song i posted, "San Diego"&lt;br /&gt;hence the name, San Diego Part II&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are curious about what the hell i'm saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here outside your doors with flowers in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come so I could say hello again&lt;br /&gt;I've been here so many times but I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure if I could loudly call your name again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember anything that I was gonna say&lt;br /&gt;In my head I was hoping that you'd ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;You're just as beautiful as anyone could be&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts, it hurts me to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you&lt;br /&gt;For the memories you made for me&lt;br /&gt;For the love that made me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry that I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn everything around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there on the floor next to each other&lt;br /&gt;I was wishing I could make this night last forever&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but thinking that you are still all mine&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-4180822238873201608?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/4180822238873201608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/01/san-diego-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/4180822238873201608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/4180822238873201608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/01/san-diego-part-ii.html' title='San Diego Part II'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-9009739462975017391</id><published>2010-01-01T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T08:42:26.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>10 years ago, the entire planet went crazy about&lt;br /&gt;the biggest bullshit in the history - Y2K&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember what exactly it was, &lt;br /&gt;but it had something to do with computers not being able to&lt;br /&gt;recognize the fact that we will be in 2000s, not 1900s&lt;br /&gt;well, as we all know, it was a total bull-to-the-shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 10 years later&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting in front of my intel quad-core computer,&lt;br /&gt;which features dual screens and a midi keyboard,&lt;br /&gt;mixing and mastering new tracks&lt;br /&gt;guess time really flies fast, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/Sz4lZF8rILI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nsNjRIvi7jw/s1600-h/IMG00254-20100101-0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/Sz4lZF8rILI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nsNjRIvi7jw/s200/IMG00254-20100101-0827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421812114424275122" /&gt;this is what it looks like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great way to start a new year&lt;br /&gt;it's 8:33 in the morning, &lt;br /&gt;but i'm high on caffeine and nicotine&lt;br /&gt;which means i'm totally fucking out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least my first blog of 2010 is here&lt;br /&gt;that's something, i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-9009739462975017391?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/9009739462975017391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/9009739462975017391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/9009739462975017391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/Sz4lZF8rILI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nsNjRIvi7jw/s72-c/IMG00254-20100101-0827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848154107617544174.post-1402531634527513221</id><published>2009-12-31T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:27:00.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye 2009</title><content type='html'>well, 2009 has been an eventful year for me&lt;br /&gt;i learned a lot, and (i believe) grew a lot as a person&lt;br /&gt;overall, 2009 wasn't really friendly to me at all&lt;br /&gt;i've lost more than i've gained, and that's never good&lt;br /&gt;but it's the last day of 2009&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hate it, i think i'm gonna miss it&lt;br /&gt;maybe 2009 and i were in a more-hate-equals-more-love relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/Szy8LCJzgFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OV3Ks5KqlTY/s1600-h/IMG00248-20091231-0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/Szy8LCJzgFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OV3Ks5KqlTY/s200/IMG00248-20091231-0648.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421414949189812306" /&gt;to all of you who tried to royally fuck me over&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope your 2009 was good to you&lt;br /&gt;and i hope 2010 will be even better for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i forgot about the holiday greetings&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas and happy new year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays!&lt;div 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2009'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/Szy8LCJzgFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OV3Ks5KqlTY/s72-c/IMG00248-20091231-0648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848154107617544174.post-5907572395510189172</id><published>2009-12-19T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:08:20.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa is coming</title><content type='html'>i promised myself that i would update this but&lt;br /&gt;i keep on forgetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today's post is simple&lt;br /&gt;here's a christmas carol i worked on, santa claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;turned it into an alternative rock version&lt;br /&gt;so happy holidays to all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="param" width="350" height="74"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://dory.podics.com/podics_player04.swf?PODCH=125038578140&amp;PODID=434479&amp;SV=squirt"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dory.podics.com/podics_player04.swf?PODCH=125038578140&amp;PODID=434479&amp;SV=squirt" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" menu="false" width="350" height="74" swliveconnect="true" name="param" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-2848154107617544174.post-8423376318040659322</id><published>2009-11-28T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:23:57.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>it's been 11 days since i wrote my last post about how i'm being sleep-deprived&lt;br /&gt;time for some updates, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally recorded the first digital single ever&lt;br /&gt;the release date is set for mid-december, more specifically around 17th or 18th&lt;br /&gt;so if you're reading this, remember to buy our album!&lt;br /&gt;our band name is now 2UNIQ and it's still a bit awkward for me&lt;br /&gt;but i'll get used to it, i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was black friday and i bought a 20" dell monitor for $99&lt;br /&gt;never had a computer screen this big and it's ... pretty cool? i guess?&lt;br /&gt;i also set up my old monitor as a secondary monitor&lt;br /&gt;so now i have that whole dual-screen-ness going on as well!&lt;br /&gt;now i can waste more time on my computer multi-tasking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, other than that, nothing really happened &lt;br /&gt;but i was busy for some damn reason&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that being unemployed means you're more busy&lt;br /&gt;and i guess that is somewhat true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are bothering me and i can't really explain what they are&lt;br /&gt;i might have dragged myself a little too far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-8423376318040659322?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/8423376318040659322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/8423376318040659322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/8423376318040659322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-86541427280505295</id><published>2009-11-16T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:51:25.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep-deprived</title><content type='html'>i need my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-86541427280505295?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/86541427280505295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-deprived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/86541427280505295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/86541427280505295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-deprived.html' title='sleep-deprived'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-5191304631135022353</id><published>2009-11-12T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:40:00.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOCHU</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaU-8BmXtpM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaU-8BmXtpM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOCHU Starring Shane Yoon, Jun Kim and many others&lt;br /&gt;can't get over the gochu rubbing love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-5191304631135022353?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/5191304631135022353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/gochu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5191304631135022353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5191304631135022353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/gochu.html' title='GOCHU'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-2059833152445938673</id><published>2009-11-09T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:34:20.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>billy mayes autotuned</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpJGZ9RHAvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpJGZ9RHAvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some funny shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-2059833152445938673?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/2059833152445938673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/billy-mayes-autotuned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/2059833152445938673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/2059833152445938673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/billy-mayes-autotuned.html' title='billy mayes autotuned'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-2323571503997584337</id><published>2009-11-09T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:39:53.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hangover</title><content type='html'>i ended up going to a bar on saturday night&lt;br /&gt;didn't really plan on drinking at the moment &lt;br /&gt;but i ended up getting pretty wasted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well everything was good until one of the kids i was with&lt;br /&gt;decided to start a fight with someone&lt;br /&gt;it didn't escalate to a bigger mess &lt;br /&gt;but he ended up being thrown down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;since we were at a korean bar and i was the oldest one,&lt;br /&gt;i had to go around saying sorry to everyone who was involved&lt;br /&gt;after that, we drank some more and that's when i got really drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home around 4:30 in the morning and &lt;br /&gt;tried to go to sleep right away &lt;br /&gt;but my stomach decided to pump out what i gave it earlier&lt;br /&gt;every hour or so, i ended up on my bathroom floor,&lt;br /&gt;holding my toilet and vomiting very sour tasting i-don't-know-what&lt;br /&gt;around 8 o'clock, my dad woke up and realized &lt;br /&gt;i was going to the bathroom a bit too much&lt;br /&gt;so i had to tell him that i must have eaten something wrong the night before&lt;br /&gt;without tums, my misery would have lasted a lot longer&lt;br /&gt;but the antacid tablets saved me from death&lt;br /&gt;(take antacids if your stomach's pumping out acid due to excessive drinking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i ended up going to church late&lt;br /&gt;and spent the rest of the day feeling like shit &lt;br /&gt;my throat is still irritated from all the puking &lt;br /&gt;need to get better before saturday because i'm going into a studio to record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to do my beauty sleeps&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-2323571503997584337?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/2323571503997584337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/2323571503997584337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/2323571503997584337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/hangover.html' title='hangover'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-5663807457745513554</id><published>2009-11-07T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:51:26.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>le cercle</title><content type='html'>steve, the vice president of my label LMG, &lt;br /&gt;called me at 5:30 pm today and told me to come to le cercle&lt;br /&gt;(le cercle is a korean club in LA)&lt;br /&gt;my label is linked up with tvlesson.com&lt;br /&gt;and they were shooting a how-to video on clubbing, korean style&lt;br /&gt;he also said dj koo and kim gun-mo were performing  &lt;br /&gt;it seemed like a good opportunity to hang out with my label guys &lt;br /&gt;aside from business and all that, so i went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my first time being at a korean style night club&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even go to a night club in korea&lt;br /&gt;(note: there is a HUGE difference between a club and a night club)&lt;br /&gt;well actually, i don't go clubbing so i guess you could say&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time being at a club all together&lt;br /&gt;today being friday and all, &lt;br /&gt;i was expecting the whole place to be packed but it wasn't &lt;br /&gt;the night didn't go as planned, it seemed&lt;br /&gt;girls refused to do interviews with us, giving us some bullshit reasons like&lt;br /&gt;"my face is too ugly" and "i'm not supposed to be here"&lt;br /&gt;well, my face is too ugly part i guess WAS true, but still&lt;br /&gt;the guys from tvlesson.com were told they'd only be there 'til 7&lt;br /&gt;but we ended up shooting until 11:30 so they wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;and dj koo and kim gun-mo didn't even show up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was, however, very amusing to see girls getting dragged here and there&lt;br /&gt;apparently, that's what they do at korean style night clubs&lt;br /&gt;girls get in basically for free while guys puke out a shitload of money&lt;br /&gt;and waiters, in return, grab girls and bring them to guys' tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, shane, another guy from my label, got me a free shot of i don't know what &lt;br /&gt;and i got to feel what korean style night clubs were like&lt;br /&gt;a very interesting night, it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah, and happy birthday steve&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your last year of 20s while it lasts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-5663807457745513554?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/5663807457745513554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-cercle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5663807457745513554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5663807457745513554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-cercle.html' title='le cercle'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-3629419904323052759</id><published>2009-11-06T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:43:21.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>interview: epic fail</title><content type='html'>well, i had a job interview yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and i got an e-mail earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Seung-do Yun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the time to come to e4Hats for the interview. We enjoyed meeting you and our discussions.&lt;br /&gt;This letter is to let you know that you have not been selected for the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you success with your job search and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e4Hats.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple and straightforward&lt;br /&gt;i mean, couldn't have they used words/phrases like&lt;br /&gt;"unfortunately" and "we regret to inform you that"&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel a bit better about myself?&lt;br /&gt;goddamn, at 11:30 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;my dead brain read that message as&lt;br /&gt;"bitch, we don't want your face in our office"&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe not that extreme but you get the point&lt;br /&gt;what a great way to start my day. joy to my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-3629419904323052759?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/3629419904323052759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/interview-epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/3629419904323052759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/3629419904323052759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/interview-epic-fail.html' title='interview: epic fail'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-4664343764893463136</id><published>2009-11-04T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:51:19.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead rat</title><content type='html'>after having a roast beef and chedder cheese sandwich from quiznos,&lt;br /&gt;i stepped into my backyard to find a dead rat.&lt;br /&gt;that's right, i said a dead rat. a dead fucking rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/SvITWzSOo8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDtYpIJBvRY/s1600-h/IMG00189-20091104-1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HItJp6Fdxg/SvITWzSOo8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDtYpIJBvRY/s200/IMG00189-20091104-1532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400400185615360962" /&gt;to fully experience the disturbing sight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked like it was already decomposing. &lt;br /&gt;its tail was completely detached from its body,&lt;br /&gt;and the inner parts were widely exposed. &lt;br /&gt;not what you would want to normally encounter after your lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me not to let my dog out to the backyard&lt;br /&gt;'cause i know for sure she's gonna eat that shit.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my dog is that dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-4664343764893463136?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/4664343764893463136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-rat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848154107617544174.post-5717299104825521075</id><published>2009-11-03T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:58:08.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>job</title><content type='html'>seriously, i need a job&lt;br /&gt;been hunting for one for awhile but &lt;br /&gt;nothing is clicking so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone can hook me up with a job&lt;br /&gt;i will love you forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggling too much ahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-5717299104825521075?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/5717299104825521075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5717299104825521075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5717299104825521075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/job.html' title='job'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-5231025258016544866</id><published>2009-11-03T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:44:58.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumbfoundead highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MT9I0traa8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MT9I0traa8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="387" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 3:43&lt;br /&gt;"what the hell dude&lt;br /&gt;stop rapping and go sell shoes&lt;br /&gt;after he lost that battle he went to his dad&lt;br /&gt;got down on his knees and said 'i've failed you'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 5:35&lt;br /&gt;"yo, i know you are not mexican, &lt;br /&gt;but imma still use mexican jokes&lt;br /&gt;you're ecuadorian, that's like comparing pepsi to coke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn. some funny ass shit.&lt;br /&gt;this guy is too dope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-5231025258016544866?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/5231025258016544866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumbfoundead-highlights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5231025258016544866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5231025258016544866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumbfoundead-highlights.html' title='dumbfoundead highlights'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-5490191900427451765</id><published>2009-11-03T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:23:57.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="param" width="350" height="74"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://dory.podics.com/podics_player04.swf?PODCH=125038578140&amp;PODID=392017&amp;SV=squirt"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dory.podics.com/podics_player04.swf?PODCH=125038578140&amp;PODID=392017&amp;SV=squirt" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" menu="false" width="350" height="74" swliveconnect="true" name="param" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see you&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see you&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see you, again. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still think about the night&lt;br /&gt;When you and I just fell apart&lt;br /&gt;You said I've ruined everything and&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still think about the night&lt;br /&gt;When you and I just fell apart&lt;br /&gt;You said I've ruined everything and&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice to see you &lt;br /&gt;But it was nice to see you&lt;br /&gt;But it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could've made you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never wake up today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a track that i recently recorded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-5490191900427451765?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/5490191900427451765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/san-diego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5490191900427451765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/5490191900427451765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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-2848154107617544174.post-4099209217006165052</id><published>2009-11-03T03:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:26:36.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>my first posting&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try to update this page &lt;br /&gt;as often as possible&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848154107617544174-4099209217006165052?l=babb1er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/feeds/4099209217006165052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/4099209217006165052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2848154107617544174/posts/default/4099209217006165052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babb1er.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>babbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123220198706345222</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></feed>
