<?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-3183054</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:44:25.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.never.been.kissed.</title><subtitle type='html'>testing....testing....ah...ah...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/110982615353057712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110982615353057712' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-107155334095692967</id><published>2003-12-15T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T23:43:11.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so...yeah.i skipped church for the first time in over a year.  a year invested in that church and im left with regrets, a whole lotta what ifs and a heavy heart.  everything was falling apart and i just kept holding on hoping things will turn back to normal but its too late i spose.   too much pride too many backs turned but nobody willing to turn the other cheek eventho thats what they preach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/107155334095692967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/107155334095692967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155334095692967' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106882525971794949</id><published>2003-11-14T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:10:53.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he so SEXY SEXY...ive been listenin to too much kpop lately and its been makin me all depressed and lame.  i feel as if ive been dumped by my man or ive been cheated on and cant get over it or im the cheater and sorry that ive caused him heartache.  haha...stupid korean songs.  &gt;.&lt;so...imma "change clothes" and search back for the hip hop in me.  i shall start with jay z's new album that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106882525971794949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106882525971794949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882525971794949' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-10685647731020721</id><published>2003-11-11T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:37:16.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kids these days....a few weeks ago i went down to houston with the usual crowd for a night of karaoke fun at smokey smoke song noraebang.  i usually favor the much cleaner family joint, click but it closes too early so i was forced to sing while inhaling stale cigarette smoke.  there seemed to be a rowdy crowd in the room next to us and one of the guys went over to check it out.  apparently it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/10685647731020721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/10685647731020721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10685647731020721' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106818012001768194</id><published>2003-11-06T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:41:57.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moment of self pity...had a pretty crap day.  woke up feeling cold and alone which is weird since its usually around 6am and im just barely tryin to brush my teefs while lying in bed attempting to get a few more seconds of sleep.  called up a friend at an unreasonably early hour and of course it was bad timing...called again and once again bad timing.  had to go down to houston and watch the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106818012001768194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106818012001768194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818012001768194' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106769538846621919</id><published>2003-11-01T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T08:03:07.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ÇÏ·çÁ¾ÀÏ ÀÌÀ¯¾øÀÌ °È°í °É¾ú¾î ¾îµÎ¿öÁø ÇÏ´Ã ¸ÛÇÏ´Ï ¹Ù¶óº¸´Ù ±æ ÀÒ¾ú´ø ¾î´À³¯ ¾î¸° ±×³¯Ã³·³ È¥ÀÚ¶õ ¿Ü·Î¿ò¿¡ ¸ñÀÌ ¸Å¿© ÁÖÀú ¾É¾Ò¾î³Ê¿¡°Ô ´Ù ÇÏÁö ¸øÇÑ ¸»ÀÌ »ý°¢³ª ÀüÈ­±â¸¸ ¹Ù¶óº¸´Ù°¡ ÀÌ¹Ì ³¡³­ ÀÏÀÌ¶ó°í ³¡³­ °Å¶ó°í µÇ³»¾îºÁµµ Èå¸£´Â ´«¹°»Ó¿Ö ±×·¡¾ß Çß´ÂÁö ³¯ ¶°³ª¾ß Çß´ÂÁö Â÷¶ó¸® ´õ È­¸¦ ³»¸ç ³ª¸¦ ¿åÇØµµ  ³Î ¹Ù¶óº¼ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ô Çã¶ôÇÑ´Ù¸é ±× ¹«¾ùµµ ³­ ÇÊ¿äÄ¡ ¾ÊÀº´ë¾îµð¼±°¡ ¹«¾ð°¡¸¦ ÀÒ¾î¹ö¸°µí</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106769538846621919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106769538846621919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769538846621919' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106732064939835007</id><published>2003-10-27T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T23:59:37.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohwees in ny and i remembered the link someone gave me of streaming webcams in new york.  i would always watch people walk by whenever i wanted to visit.  anywho, i called up oohwee and he agreed to go up to some of the cams off 7th ave. near mtv studio and all that jazz.  muahaha.  it was funtimes.  i got his sister to see and moria joined in on the voyeuristic fun.  we got him to walk around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106732064939835007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106732064939835007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106732064939835007' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106687526800283041</id><published>2003-10-22T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:14:27.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wishywashy...i cant seem to make up my mind about our church situation.  i want to continue going to the english ministry but the our praise team is now just me.  i liked the fact that my parents and i sorta went to the same church on sundays cuz after both services, we ate together and had fellowship.  now, we wont even  have that.  its hard cuz i want the best of both churches and i may just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106687526800283041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106687526800283041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106687526800283041' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106670250829255842</id><published>2003-10-20T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T21:17:55.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tough times at the church..."it feels like i just broke up with 30 people..."  it broke my heart to hear this from moria cuz of the rift between the 2 churches.  they decided they should go help their father at the korean church and now there is just me on the praise team.  yes, i too feel as if i broke up with 3 people as well.  i dont know how i would be able to praise again without them by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106670250829255842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106670250829255842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106670250829255842' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106581658898086308</id><published>2003-10-10T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T15:09:48.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saw parts of clay aikens interview...funny, he doesnt scare me as much anymore?  perhaps its his highlights?  or his finely shaped eyebrows?  so the boy doesnt say the f word or smoke or even like singing about sex.  he admits hes a virgin and has feminine attributes but hes not gay.  hrm...must do some more research on the boy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106581658898086308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106581658898086308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106581658898086308' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106581639066118031</id><published>2003-10-10T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T21:10:20.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phone convo...oohwee:yes?me: sup?  you actually picked up yo phone...to what do i owe this honor.oohwee: whateva, your position on the friendship list has gone down on the chain.me: *snorts* yeah, right...so anyways, you still at work?oohwee: what time is it?me: scuse me?oohwee: i said what time is it?me: uh...you need to look at yo phone and check who you are talkin to cuz i aint takin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106581639066118031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106581639066118031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106581639066118031' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106573019270515738</id><published>2003-10-09T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T15:42:04.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"the Lord is my shephard, i shall not want..."been reading this book by max lucado called "traveling light".  its basically based (was that redundant?) on psalm 23 and its pretty awesome.  a very good read...nothing too complicated or verbose.  anywho...its been helping me a lot lately with all the stuff going on.  tryin to keep life simple and not worrying about everything.  its been raining</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106573019270515738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106573019270515738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106573019270515738' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106533220882938516</id><published>2003-10-05T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T00:39:52.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was horrid.  ate lunch and it didnt want to digest causing pressure to build up in my head.  im not sure what you call it in english but basically i was chaet suh.  some folks do that finger pricking thing but the only thing that works for me is reversing the food until i heave nothing.  yeah, very very ugly and painful.  last night was one of the worst and of course  i get a call from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106533220882938516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106533220882938516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533220882938516' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106519962933490122</id><published>2003-10-03T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T11:47:08.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oye...went out last night against my better judgment.   i had 20 mins to make up my mind and get ready and i was still sitting in front my puter insanely playing a game with a friend til the last minute.  lately ive been feeling so restless and bored with my life.  i think maybe its the idea that i never really went out in my earlier years and i wanna experience it before i turn into those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106519962933490122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106519962933490122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519962933490122' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106510072516008766</id><published>2003-10-02T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T08:30:29.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aight so last night was the finale of paradise hotel.  3 couples remained: charla/dave, tara/keith, and holly/scott.  last week keith was given the power to boot off a couple so holly and scooter get the boot feeling betrayed cuz they actually thought keith would keep them over dave and charla...yeah, o....k.  the foursome are giddy as they reflect on the many weeks of hatred from the "old skool"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106510072516008766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106510072516008766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510072516008766' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106486335993554904</id><published>2003-09-29T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T14:22:39.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid cables on the fritz again.  i swear if it wasnt for the cable tv that im jacking from them, i would so cancel and go with dsl.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106486335993554904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106486335993554904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486335993554904' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106451655969378335</id><published>2003-09-25T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T14:05:21.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so my cables been out since sunday.  basically no sensory stimulation for the past 5 days.  how i survived, i dont even remember.  been trying to help a good friend get over some nasty heartache.  why was it so clear to me that it would end up in heartache for my friend but no matter how hard i tried, my friend couldnt see it.  then im reminded of what our pastor has been drilling us about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106451655969378335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106451655969378335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106451655969378335' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106394233942684427</id><published>2003-09-18T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T22:32:19.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a meeting with the bros teachers and staff and the district people at 730 in the freakin morning.  seems like theyre gonna be crackin down on him for awhile cuz things are just not working with him in charge.  after that i had to get ready for an appointment with the korean church pastor cuz they need to upgrade on their house.  showed 5 houses and was rather disappointed.  my desire to </summary><link 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top?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106386760144263836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106386760144263836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106386760144263836' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106385348678646033</id><published>2003-09-17T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T21:51:26.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had this weirdo dream that i was back at school and walking around campus with a backpack on.  im walking up this hill to get to class or something and the hill turns into this steep bridge of sorts over a big body of water.  campus turns into some place in korea and i see my lil cousin running up the bridge ahead of me.  i run after her but realize the bridge is getting higher and higher and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106385348678646033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106385348678646033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385348678646033' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106367766262482785</id><published>2003-09-15T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:08:57.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yessssssssssssssssssssssssss!!i love to see these folks on paradise trying to think their way into staying and booting people off.  of course fox wont let them off too easy.  melanie is left without a partner and before she leaves she has to pick one of the two allies that she picked earlier that day.  she must choose between amy and desiree and desiree volunteers to leave.  boohoo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106367766262482785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106367766262482785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367766262482785' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106359853621125420</id><published>2003-09-14T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T23:38:03.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can finally say that im tired of going out cuz of these past few days.  i dont have what it takes to be a social butterfly.  im more like a...snail trying to be a butterfly in the matters of going out and socializing.  it seems like theres been birthdays every week which lately means theres alcohol involved and a lot of eating.  i dont remember the last time ive eaten dinner at home or came in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106359853621125420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106359853621125420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359853621125420' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106341519524863699</id><published>2003-09-12T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T20:11:44.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember the game M*A*S*H from like grade school?  found it online.  i tried to post up my results but im too lazy.  perhaps i shall later.  go head...you know you wanna try it!~You will live in Mansion.   yes yes...very goodYou will drive a white bmw x5.  not the white benz 600sl but itll sufficeYou will marry JL and have 1 kids.   eh...and i definately want more kidsYou will be a realtor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106341519524863699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106341519524863699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106341519524863699' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106316257576780650</id><published>2003-09-09T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T21:56:56.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i met up with the parentals tonight at the salad place for dinner.  i get my food and sit down, chowin down on the greens when my dad said the most shocking thing to me.  dad: dont you think its time for you to leave the house?me: *continue shovelling greenery in my mouth as i had skipped lunch*dad: are you listening to me??  dont you think it will be better for you if you left the house?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106316257576780650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106316257576780650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106316257576780650' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106308107374823573</id><published>2003-09-08T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T23:24:23.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no, i wont rant on and on about paradise (not cuz folks complain that i talk about it too much) but cuz it sucked ddong tonight.  its been starting to disappoint me.  all these new twists thats just there to piss people like me off.  ARGH!!anywho, went to the gym with j unni finally.  yeah we've only been puttin it off for like...lets see...3 months?  i hate the treadmill and the fact that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106308107374823573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106308107374823573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308107374823573' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106298804864330745</id><published>2003-09-07T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T23:05:57.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its that choosuk (thanksgiving) time again and my aunts over with my lil cousins to help out.  i duck out and am now sitting at the puter reading this dudes blog...im hooked like a crackhead to...uh...crack?.  makes me wanna buy a plane ticket to new yawk.lil cuz: heari unni!!~~~ heari unni~~~~me: *grunts*lil cuz: heeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaarrrrrrriiiii unni!~~me: *grrrrr*  WHAT?!lil cuz: the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106298804864330745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106298804864330745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106298804864330745' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106256508993712936</id><published>2003-09-02T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T00:02:17.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dagnabbit blogger strikes again.  ARGH!!!!!!the weekend turned out pretty decent considering it rained for most of it and busted our plans on going to galveston for some beachin.  moria consuela invited me down to her place in houston to spend the night and go straight down to the beach on monday.  we went over to her cousins for a dinner party with lots of yummy food and a variety of alcohol </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106256508993712936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106256508993712936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106256508993712936' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106213467112877499</id><published>2003-08-29T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T00:55:03.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"me and mariah...go back like babies with pacifiers..."managed to work enough nerve to shake her hand...she had the softest hands..."im never going to wash my hands again..."yeah and i prolly picked my nose right afterwards.  i think i even said something to her but my words came out all jumbled up...argh~pics hopefully coming soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106213467112877499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106213467112877499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106213467112877499' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106204020116446503</id><published>2003-08-27T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T00:47:46.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mariah carey tomorrow night...oohwee scored meet and greet tickets...LAWDY~ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106204020116446503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106204020116446503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204020116446503' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106204008642338725</id><published>2003-08-27T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T22:18:59.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im flippin through the channels after watching mtv's makin of the band/bad boys 2 mess and i stop when i see dave from paradise hotel, singing to the girls.  i was so frazzled after work that i totally forgot about the show tonight.  i only got to see the vote off and basically it was 2 votes against keith and 2 for alex with tara left to make her decision.  after what seemed like 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106204008642338725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106204008642338725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204008642338725' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106196045485120971</id><published>2003-08-27T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T00:07:33.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its like you can never win with my brother...lately the brother adamantly refuses to go to school and responds with agressiveness that neither my dad or i can control anymore.  its like hes a total different person when he gets this way and nothing can stop him from attacking.  his doctor says that during puberty its really hard to control his hormones and his behavior.  ive tried so hard to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106196045485120971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106196045485120971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106196045485120971' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106186979140656113</id><published>2003-08-25T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T22:51:08.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was ladys night at paradise and they were showered with freaky deak massages and were fed delicious cocktails and fruits cuz the ladies had the upper end this week.  they called the shots and had the authority to grant one male immunity from the vote off and one male to say goodbye to paradise.  it seems as tho charla's lil foursome clique is getting a bit too tight for comfort when keith </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106186979140656113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106186979140656113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186979140656113' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106143471327963659</id><published>2003-08-20T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T01:24:03.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"ive got two tickets to paradise..."imma just gonna break it down to all who joined me in watching paradise hotel tonight.    amy begged the king and queen of paradise, dave and tara to voted her off the show cuz she is "unhappy" and misses her chubby six packs, aka alex, who prolly already forgot about her and her constant whining.  dave finally had the balls to vote off the two faced hoochie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106143471327963659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106143471327963659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106143471327963659' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106127361311889686</id><published>2003-08-19T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T01:13:43.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106127361311889686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106127361311889686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106127361311889686' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106126173714374630</id><published>2003-08-18T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T01:25:15.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long long weekend as usual...after praise practice i mentioned steebuh invited us to his sports bar in downtown houston, sidelines.  i wasnt quite dressed in night attired but moria consuela and i figured it  would be ok for a "sports bar".  as we were leaving we find out its his opening night so we scramble back home and change into something more appropriate.  we arrive around midnight and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106126173714374630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106126173714374630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106126173714374630' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106082750329419329</id><published>2003-08-13T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T21:23:04.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>j unni got me the critical update to download for the compy and it seems to be running ok now.  got an email from prince saying it could be a virus thats going around called msblast.exe.  sure enough it showed the same problems that ive been having.  the whole shutting down in 60 secs nonsense and the sluggish activity of the compy.  hopefully i wiped everything off...and wont have to reformat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106082750329419329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106082750329419329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106082750329419329' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106075082101216932</id><published>2003-08-13T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T00:00:20.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the compy is acting up again.  weird thing is, its doing the same nonsense on my uncle's compy and his friends as well.  ive been trying to figure out what the connection could be between our compys but all i could think was that we all run windows xp and right now xp really really sucks.  i mean look at the letters together xp.  crossed face with tongue sticking out.  yes, thats the expression </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106075082101216932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106075082101216932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106075082101216932' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-106013994578294175</id><published>2003-08-05T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T22:19:05.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the she-male, toni is kicked off paradise hotel.  week after week i would watch this horribly addicting show just to rant and laugh at toni's atrocious outbursts and the countless times she would say "game on" everytime someone pissed her off.  im thinking the steroids shes taking is making her hormones rage nonstop.  she decided to take the quick way out in order to "protect" her baby amy by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106013994578294175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/106013994578294175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106013994578294175' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105988773713958152</id><published>2003-08-03T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T22:28:25.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock the mic concert was off the freakin hook!!just fought through the worst traffic jam in the history of the woodlands inside the stupid parking garage.  darn houston drivers.  took a freakin hour to get outta there without a scratch.  ears are ringing, head is pounding...still cant get jay z's luscious lips and fiddy's hot bod outta my head.  hehe.  more to come later.  gotta rest up for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105988773713958152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105988773713958152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105988773713958152' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105981441221176495</id><published>2003-08-02T03:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T03:53:32.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally i find the perfect words to describe what i was feeling as i was watching the past episode of paradise hotel.  its freakin 4am and i stumbled across this dudes blog.  hehe.  its funny in that i dont give a sh*t kinda way.heres what he had to say :Dear Amy,We understand that you're feeling threatened after your arrogant chub-chub boytoy was thrown out of paradise yesterday. I'll give</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105981441221176495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105981441221176495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105981441221176495' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105971772674297688</id><published>2003-08-01T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T01:02:30.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jay z/fiddy cent concert in the woodlands this saturday.  oohwee scored tickets.  saturdays are discipleship training/bible study night.  *grrrrr*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105971772674297688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105971772674297688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105971772674297688' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105963253358432579</id><published>2003-07-31T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T01:22:13.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week has been pretty ugly...and its only weds...well thurs.  whatever.  i wish i could just crawl into bed and never wake up.  scary world we are living in these days.  our store got robbed and the store next to my moms store got robbed.  then we find 2 teenage hoodlums broke into our house and filtering through our belongings.  parents came home as they were in the master bedroom.  *scary*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105963253358432579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105963253358432579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105963253358432579' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105910848342967870</id><published>2003-07-24T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T23:48:03.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five gay men, out to make over the world — one straight guy at time...queer eye for the straight guy.  this show rocks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105910848342967870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105910848342967870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105910848342967870' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105868516277856167</id><published>2003-07-20T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T02:12:42.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for anyone thats interested...here is my first listing.  its only been no the market a few days and ive already gotten 5 calls about it.  lets hope this one closes quick.  Lord knows i need the money.  big props goes to oohwee's bro in law who hooked me up with the listing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105868516277856167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105868516277856167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105868516277856167' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105858950385562159</id><published>2003-07-18T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T23:38:23.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>theres something about singing korean praise songs that makes me all emotional.  i dunno if its just the words or cuz all the songs reminds me of my brother but i always end up crying.  it was kinda bad since i was leading praise for the adults and i started crying on the 3rd song.  i couldnt stop and i didnt want them to see my tears.  jonathans back at school.  hes been having a bad week so he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105858950385562159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105858950385562159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105858950385562159' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105854937233362169</id><published>2003-07-18T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T12:29:32.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>three little bears</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105854937233362169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105854937233362169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105854937233362169' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105849681807473410</id><published>2003-07-17T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T22:12:29.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oye...just volunteered to help moria consuela with praise for the adults friday service.  her bros are both out of town and i felt bad that she got stuck doing it alone.  the korean church needs some musically talented members soon before our church praise members get burnt out.  rather nervous about tomorrow cuz koreans praise involves a bit more concentration on my part since reading korean can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105849681807473410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105849681807473410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105849681807473410' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105841766259506694</id><published>2003-07-16T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T23:54:22.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Psalms. Which book of the Bible are you? brought to you by Quizillabeen busy as usual running around town everyday for the past few days to get all the paperwork needed for my first listing.  woohoo.  oohwee's bro in law hooked me up with it...hopefully everything will go smoovly.  also working on a lease contract that liz hooked me up with.  friends are a blessing *amen*.  oohwee's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105841766259506694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105841766259506694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841766259506694' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105811500745060506</id><published>2003-07-13T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T11:51:37.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>better is one day in your courts, better is one day in your house,better is one day in your courts, than thousands elsewheremy heart and flesh cry out for you, the living GodYour spirits water for my soulive tasted and ive seen, come one again to mei will draw near to you, i will draw near to you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105811500745060506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105811500745060506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105811500745060506' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105803312058427667</id><published>2003-07-12T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T13:18:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG OMG OMG!!!so j unni called me yesterday saying she got 4 tickets to the mariah carey concert at the pavilion. wooohooo!!!  i was a mad woman...a psychotic jumping around in my room flaying my arms around.  4 VIP tickets to see MC.  this totally makes up for the concert several years back that she cancelled on us and oohwee flew over to HOTlanta to see the show.  felt kinda weird askin j </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105803312058427667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105803312058427667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105803312058427667' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105768513458549797</id><published>2003-07-08T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T12:26:19.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mms://daummusic.hvod.nefficient.co.kr/daummusic/1/300/0900423001202n.wmvhehe...this is so me...except for the fact that my parents dont have their store in ny, and some hot fireman brings his clothes to our store, and yeah...the whole 9.11 stuff was kinda...*DRAMATIC*typical korean music video madness.  aigoo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105768513458549797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105768513458549797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105768513458549797' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105755425995053612</id><published>2003-07-07T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T00:18:25.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>getting a lot better from the nasty cold.  spent most of the weekend down in houston with oohwee.  the parents left me on friday morning to go off to san antonio.  i was hacking away in bed with no one to take care of me...no one to cook me anything.  so i pitied myself for about an hour and then decided to go down to houston and make the best of it.  they didnt really appreciate me spreading my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105755425995053612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105755425995053612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105755425995053612' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105720704791005551</id><published>2003-07-02T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T23:37:27.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arrrrrrrrrim sick...just in time for july 4th weekend =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105720704791005551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105720704791005551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105720704791005551' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105712247136064493</id><published>2003-07-02T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T00:17:44.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just took a peek at my counter and its slowly approaching the 10,000 mark!  woohoo.  granted more than half of those hits were from yours truly :D  i wonder who shall be the 10,000th visitor.  please let me know via comments if its you.   currently infatuated with this song:listen to our heartshear our spirits singa song of praise that flowsfrom those you have redeemedwe will use the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105712247136064493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105712247136064493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105712247136064493' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105712061619904220</id><published>2003-07-01T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T23:40:59.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the inital pain of my sun burns have subsided and now i am starting to pick at my skin cuz the nasty stage of peeling has begun....joy.  right so ive been experiencing some puter probs for the past 2 days.  its making everything lag and sometimes when im trying to fill out fields on a website, weird words start typing out or somethings just symbols.  is my puter possessed??  aigoo &gt;.&lt;been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105712061619904220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105712061619904220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105712061619904220' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105694937308851603</id><published>2003-06-30T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T00:22:47.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>retreat was a success.  spent most of saturday playing sports outside and ended up with a sunburn.  the little ones were getting bored cuz no one was entertaining them so i was volunteered/tricked into playing with them.  J unni and i took the 4 girls swimming (rather a weird feeling to be in your swimsuit in front of church folks and more so in front of your pastor) and then canoeing which was a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105694937308851603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105694937308851603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105694937308851603' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105659965637925497</id><published>2003-06-25T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T00:46:48.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i had to go down to houston and watch the woodway store cuz my aunt is still sick and the replacement decided she needed to go on vacation.  she only worked for 4 days!!  argh!  its so hard to find good help these days...it doesnt help that my schedule is pretty much flexible to go along with anyones catastrophies for the day.  its so freakin slow at that store.  i thought i armed myself with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105659965637925497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105659965637925497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105659965637925497' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105643099882571502</id><published>2003-06-24T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T00:03:18.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im the saddest!!  MH has decided, after a month of pondering, to stay in korea and study there.  i feel so wrong cuz we were all expecting her to return in about a month so we never really said our goodbyes.  i guess we were all assuming she would come back soon.  im sure making this decision was hard for her since she has her family here and we are just her friends that she made while she was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105643099882571502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105643099882571502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105643099882571502' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105544182518795697</id><published>2003-06-12T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T13:17:05.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KAP (the fob version of the Gap)...keep it loose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105544182518795697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105544182518795697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105544182518795697' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105530784099072539</id><published>2003-06-11T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T00:10:49.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having a hard time prioritizing my days lately....seems like theres just so much to do, i just wanna crawl up, push everything back and sleep.  realized this will just make things worse cuz all im doing is losing time and making things worse.  i didnt really realize this until i talked with MH the other day.   shes back in korea and having some problems with getting her student visa to return to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105530784099072539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105530784099072539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105530784099072539' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105512688299461916</id><published>2003-06-08T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T21:48:02.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the ex college roomie aim'ed me a few days ago out of the blue.  funny...hadnt talked to her since she kinda broke away from our group cuz of her bf.  it was kinda weird how she approached me cuz it seemed as if nothing had changed.  i guess 2 years is enough time to forgive and forget.  i invited her to come up to our church today and it seemed like she enjoyed it.  everyone at our church is so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105512688299461916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105512688299461916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105512688299461916' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105495097658618490</id><published>2003-06-06T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T10:41:15.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im an emotional basketcase...stop freakin staring at me!!ive always been a crier.  even when i was little i would cry even before i got the punishment.  then i would get in more trouble for crying.  some say crying is good for the soul but sometimes i wonder if i do it too much.  its not like i cry on purpose or do it manipulatively.  it just spills out.  i cant help it.  maybe i just retain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105495097658618490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105495097658618490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105495097658618490' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-105486567567104360</id><published>2003-06-05T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T21:14:35.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa...blogger changed format...sneaky lil bastards...heh.watching mtv moobie awards.  i dunno why im so attracted to fiddy cent.  hes so *$$money$$*.  i wonder if the bulletproof jacket was on purpose.  poor dude...wouldve been nice to see the rest of his body...muahahaha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105486567567104360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/105486567567104360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105486567567104360' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-95312209</id><published>2003-06-04T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T21:53:55.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had property desk duty today at 1245-245.  i usually forget and get in trouble for not showing up.  we all take turns answering phones with the receptionist to help answer calls and answer any questions if we get calls from any prospectives.  normally i just end up transferring calls to the other agents in the office so today i decided to run some programs on the puter.  i signed onto express aim</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/95312209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/95312209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95312209' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-95218199</id><published>2003-06-02T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T21:49:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its raining men HALLELUJAH!!  its raining men~yay! its finally raining...hopefully itll wash away all the nasty allergy provoking stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/95218199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/95218199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95218199' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-95168560</id><published>2003-06-01T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T23:19:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i admit eventho on the outside im nice and sweet, its not always the same on the inside.  ive been having some conflicts with the praise leader but hes such a nice guy, i have trouble objecting to his ways.  its understandable that he picks out the songs for us to sing but i would like it if we could suggest some songs too without being DENIED and REJECTED.  ive been practicing 2 praise songs on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/95168560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/95168560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95168560' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-95103044</id><published>2003-05-30T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T19:49:04.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i bought a guitar sunday night.  prolly will be occupied tryin to figure out these chords so i can sing and play at the same time.  eventho i suck, its such a great feeling.  ok thats all =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/95103044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/95103044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95103044' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-94972906</id><published>2003-05-27T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T23:16:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why have you chosen meout of milllions your child to be?you know all the wrongs that i have doneoh how could you pardon me, forgive my iniquityto save me, give Jesus your sonbut Lord help me be what you want me to beyour word i will strive to obeymy life i know give, for you i will live,and walk by your side all the waypretty tiring memorial day weekend...pretty much with church folks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/94972906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/94972906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94972906' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-94715397</id><published>2003-05-21T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T21:16:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess who got paid today?!i finally got my first check today after closing.  everything went by smoovly cept for when i told my clients about the closing costs.  they actually thought she was gettin get by with just the down payment.  i attempted to explain what closing cost consists of...she didnt understand.  i asked her...didnt you pay a closing cost for your first house...she says..oh yeah</summary><link rel='edit' 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enough that this is my first deal and rather VERY green but looking bad in front of them because of things beyond my control really sucks.  this relocation company has been giving everyone the run around for the past </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/94666177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/94666177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94666177' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-94565321</id><published>2003-05-19T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T00:09:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohwee: did you bloggy blog yet?me: uh...nooohwee: whyyyyyyyyy??oohwee: you need to, you gonna lose your fan baseme: uh...ok.  ill do it tomorrowoohwee: nooooooooo....ITS NOT THE SAME~~me: ok...so anyways, i got 9 minutes til blogger says its tomorrow and i hate when i dont get a blog in by that night.  had a pretty interesting weekend.  been running around like crazy trying to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/94565321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/94565321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94565321' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-94240225</id><published>2003-05-12T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T23:44:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the trip to dallas wasnt as horrible as anticipated.  it was actually rather pleasant.  first and foremost the wedding was beautiful.  it was held at the groom's parents newly built home in the posh neighborhood of inwood.  we sat behind the realtor who sold them the acreage so me being the curious realtor that i am, i asked her how big the lot was.  she mentioned something like 3-4 acres...the</summary><link rel='edit' 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slurping on a carmel frap.  its almost midnight and i havent packed yet for tomorrows trip to dallas.  gawd i missed road trips.  rather giddy thinking about the  hour drive singing my wittle heart out with oohwee.  whoop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/94090420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/94090420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94090420' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-93901835</id><published>2003-05-06T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T21:38:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>took the girls to watch the lizzie mcguire movie.  i was pretty reluctant to go cuz...i dunno, the girl gets on my nerves.  i guess cuz my lil cousins watch her on tv like NONSTOP.  i thought it was just gonna be another episode stretched to 90 minutes but it was surprisingly entertaining.  haha...im such a CHEESE!!  i felt like i was freakin 14 again wishing i was lizzie.  hahahaha.  so yeah.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93901835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93901835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93901835' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-93782686</id><published>2003-05-04T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T23:54:34.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up this morning to find my lil cousin sleeping next to me wearing just her pentee...sooooo adorable!!  then we woke up and watched some cartoons...giggling inanely at silly things.  then her sister came in...in her pentee too and i turned on their favorite song: wax's oppa.  we jumped around like crazy singing at the top of our lungs..hehe.  what a way to start your day.  kids are so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93782686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93782686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93782686' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-93684639</id><published>2003-05-02T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T21:31:32.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after all the nail bitting and the frequent trips to the bafroom...the time is near for the negotiations to end.  i never knew how powerful it felt to negotiate such a large amount of money.  whats different with this deal is that im actually dealing against a big relocation company and not just a regular seller.  we pretty much conveyed our interest in the home by going up enough from our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93684639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93684639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93684639' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-93572067</id><published>2003-04-30T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T22:16:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreamso i dreamt that i was in a car with oohwee, liz and another friend.  we were driving and came across this narrow strip of land/peninsula in the ocean that we had to cross to get to liz's house.  the strip was just wide enough for a car to cross and was pretty long but just as we were about to cross it the waves started to crash against the strip.  it would come at different times crashing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93572067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93572067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93572067' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-93564562</id><published>2003-04-30T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T19:50:43.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dude...what is wrong with america??josh must have some serious back by his military folks cuz he doesnt deserve to stay.this contract is driving be crazy.  the lady is driving be crazy.  everyone around me is driving be crazy.  the bro was bad when he finally came home yesterday so hes back at the school.  i dunno if i can continue with this emotional roller coaster.  i just want to throw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93564562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93564562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93564562' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-93379112</id><published>2003-04-27T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T23:26:07.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ended up going to the bible study.  things seem so much clearer when your heads out of the clouds.  i guess i misunderstand things when my emotions overcrowd logic.  why must there be drama in church?  now i know why our pastor decided to have a separate church from the adults.  i love our church too much for adults to cross their boundaries and get up in our biznazz.  people just need to chill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93379112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93379112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93379112' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-93315281</id><published>2003-04-26T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T17:48:41.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went down to htown last night to watch "better luck tomorrow" cuz the woodlands theater sold out and wasnt showing it.  movie was pretty interesting.  not really what i had expected which could be a good thing.  wasnt really much of the stereotypes i thought i was gonna see.  but i must say, the korean dude...virgil's cousin...HAN.  wow he was pretty hot in a oaf-ish superfly korean kinda way.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93315281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93315281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93315281' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-93219106</id><published>2003-04-24T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T22:43:48.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive tried and tried to get my client to look at other homes just to keep her options open but she insists on the one we randomly went in earlier this week.  i guess the collision factor really rings true.  now as i am looking up more homes for her to see, i cant find one that tops that one.  hopefully when the contract goes in, things will run just as smoovly.  im sweatin a round of go stop but</summary><link rel='edit' 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either....heh.  today i had a surprise client come up from houston to look at some homes.  i was rather flustered cuz i just came out of a breakfast meeting (still a bit groggy from last nights "escapade") with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93083832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/93083832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93083832' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-92932475</id><published>2003-04-20T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:42:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>laying in bed last night as i had finally finished what seemed to be an endless day of awesome fellowship at six flags astroworld, i couldnt help but breakdown like a baby and cry.  not exactly sure why i did but the only reasoning i could come up with was maybe emotional overload...yesterday was christian youth day at astroworld so we took all the church kids to celebrate this weekend together</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/92932475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/92932475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92932475' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-92592856</id><published>2003-04-14T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T12:09:24.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go, go, go, go shawty its your birfday gonna pahtee like its your birfday... (sippin on bacardi cuz ITS MAH BIRFDAY)heh.yeah so ive officially entered "old" and feelin kinda...crusty.im so blessed with great friends who took me out on saturday night.  i invited them up to the woodlands for dinner at shogun where the uncle is the sushi chef.  he hooked it up with some spider rolls and some</summary><link rel='edit' 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And there is a time for every event under heaven." - Ecclesiastes 3:1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/92200628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/92200628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92200628' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91870260</id><published>2003-04-02T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T16:08:59.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>darn these error msgs...anyone know how i can fix it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91870260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91870260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91870260' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91870062</id><published>2003-04-02T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T16:05:18.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY!!my favoritest month of the year is here...hrm i wonder why its my favorite...hrmm...hrmmmm...heheanywho, ive been running around town it seems for work, looking at homes and such.  yesterday i went into this house and the agency that schedules appointments did not inform me that there was an alarm system.  so i walk in and hear beeping and i think...hrmm...maybe its not the alarm...maybe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91870062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91870062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91870062' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91689652</id><published>2003-03-30T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T23:41:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to my first circus ever...CIRQUE DU SOLIEL ALEGRIAdude it was totally awesome.  i had chills watching the trapeze dudes with the hot bods.  the fire man was totally hot as well and the chinee contortionist seemed spineless (heh).  girlfriend bent over backwards and touched her butt with her head...it was also oohwee's dads debut to the public after his transplant.  he looked so healthy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91689652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91689652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91689652' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91536965</id><published>2003-03-28T03:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T03:41:37.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oye...last thing i remember is watching will and grace...i wake up and its 3am...geez.  i guess i passed out after eating bowl of my aunts yummy jja jang myun.  i even missed a phone call at 10pm so im thinkin i was pretty much comatose.  what shall i do for another 2 hours before the slave drivers (aka the parents) wake me for work?  sleep sounds good...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91536965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91536965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91536965' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91490984</id><published>2003-03-27T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T11:34:17.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i watched the rockets/lakers game last night.  i havent sat through a full game since the last time we won a championship many moons ago.  it was a close game and i actually enjoyed the agony of our close lose to those fools.  ugh i hate shaq.  hes so dumb looking with his eyes so close together.  apparently oohwee went to the game cuz kelly rowland performed or something?  i wouldve gone just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91490984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91490984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91490984' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91430747</id><published>2003-03-26T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T14:08:33.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how sad am i.  up intil yesterday the house that my client wanted was free and clear.  this morning i was checking up on some stuff and its now under option pending.  how sad am i?  and i was gonna put in an offer this morning...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91430747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91430747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91430747' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91393130</id><published>2003-03-25T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T23:20:55.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>showed 4 more homes today and none of them had the exact specifics that she was looking for which somehow made her decision easier.  i already calculated my commission  at a sales price of around 165,000.  now i just have to put in an offer and wait and see.  i overheard the sellers daughter talking to her friend about their move so im thinking they are pretty serious about negotiations.  i knew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91393130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91393130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91393130' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91255110</id><published>2003-03-23T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T21:07:44.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i truly enjoy singing...especially praise songs.  i just wish i were better at it and more confident when im up front leading praise.  everyone keeps telling me to sing louder but today my mic was super loud.  i couldnt help standing back and singing cuz i kept cringing everytime i heard my voice through the speakers.  i had to sing the offering song with the praise leader but we cannoned off so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91255110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91255110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91255110' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-91091734</id><published>2003-03-20T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T18:37:46.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was runnin through the channels last night tryin to find one that didnt have stuff on war, hoping maybe mtv would at least have some rerun of some lame college frat/sorority show on.  unfortunately mtv also hopped on the wagon and were interviewing 15 years olds on the phone on their view of the war..."yeah, like im so like against war cuz like bush is like mad stupid".  i wonder what i would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91091734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/91091734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91091734' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-90967350</id><published>2003-03-18T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T21:40:30.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my hands are so ugly.  there was a time when i thought my hands we're one of my better qualities (the sistas in high school always thought my nails were acrylics like theirs) and even my parents used to tell me that even as a baby i had pretty hands.  now as i look down at my hands, i see cracks and grooves.  i guess hands tell a lot about someone.  back in college there was this girl from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90967350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90967350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90967350' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-90632980</id><published>2003-03-12T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T01:16:31.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my phone arrived today from amazon.  i wasnt expecting it to come so soon cuz i didnt shell out the extra bucks for priority mail.  it actually came in 2 weeks earlier than i had planned which was much needed cuz my old phone is about to die on me.  my trusty nokia has been my loyal companion for over 3 years and now it may rest in peace...well...not until i get a replacement phone for my pops.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90632980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90632980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90632980' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-90420609</id><published>2003-03-09T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T16:49:10.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apparently the only i traffic ive been gettin is for beyonces version of in da club (50 cents).  i was adivised to bust the link so i wouldnt get in trouble but i think the songs out in the public enough at this point that it doesnt matter.  so...here it is again :)beyonce - in da club remixps...yall didnt hear it from me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90420609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90420609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90420609' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-90279345</id><published>2003-03-06T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T21:41:46.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was my woodlands tour day.  basically we hop on a van and drive through all the villages/subdivisions for about 3 hours straight.  i was squished to the left of the van and i couldnt breathe or move lest i touch the man beside me.  im really bad with car trips if im not the driver or in the passenger seat.  i get real nauseus and the head starts spinning unless i concentrate on landscapes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90279345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90279345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90279345' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-90159010</id><published>2003-03-04T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T16:41:44.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im becoming spoiled with the woodland's quality homes.  after seeing homes listed at 400k-1mill homes ive turned into a hoity toity critic.  the breakfast at the country club was weak.  i sat with my old men cronies and after breakfast i got to listen to their conversations about their heart pills and the side effects theyve experienced when they skip a pill or if they take too many.  is it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90159010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90159010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90159010' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183054.post-90090937</id><published>2003-03-03T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T22:08:47.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom, my pimp...my moms been pimpin me out to everyone that comes into the store.  its pretty embarassing to watch her in action but shes gotten me so many prospectful clients so i cant complain.  (editors note: im sorta obsessed with the new fiddy cents song so im boppin around in my jammies posting this) anyways, theres this one customer that saw my flier on the counter and he told my mom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90090937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183054/posts/default/90090937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliez1004.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90090937' title=''/><author><name>gamshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326061097026812113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
