<?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-19780719</id><updated>2011-09-17T05:00:55.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt it will consume</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings, stories and thoughts of weird man.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-8543336577102696363</id><published>2007-06-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:34:23.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One month left</title><content type='html'>Ya you read that right. One month until my return.  Stuff is dragging but the girlfriend (still seems wierd to say) is making it bearable.  I've got a lot of trips planned for the next month going, to Seoul for the last timethis weekend if anybody wants anything this is my last souvenoir trip. than Jeju island; Daecheon Beach; I just might be coming back with a tan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still depressed I haven't found any magic stores in Seoul but I continue to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why i'm posting, but hey i'm coming, home in a month so i can do what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-8543336577102696363?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8543336577102696363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=8543336577102696363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/8543336577102696363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/8543336577102696363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-month-left.html' title='One month left'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-9067491386506291989</id><published>2007-05-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:45:51.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the one with the GUN!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just expressing my deep sorrow for my poor self.  I will not get the chance to see "Evil Dead the musical."   This is one of the two musicals that I heard about that I needed to see in my life time.  The first being LORD of the RINGS which suck serious  ass but heather made it totally worth. The shows runs until June 23, 2007; I return home to Canada a month after that.  This I fear shall be another unfillable void in the bottom of my soul that Amanda still owns but lets me rent back on occassion at a very steep price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY GO TO SEE THIS MUSICAL.  JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD HAVE THE SAME REGRETS.  (It has nothing to do with the more people who go to the more chance they might extend the running for another month. Nope nothing to do with that. )  TELL YOUR FRIENDS, FAMILY, PETS, ZOMBIES, EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-9067491386506291989?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/9067491386506291989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=9067491386506291989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/9067491386506291989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/9067491386506291989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-one-with-gun.html' title='I&apos;m the one with the GUN!!!!'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-1736304998431528157</id><published>2007-04-19T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:25.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIcs from SunJikSan</title><content type='html'>Just a few shots from my awesome weekend.  Climbed a mountain, played disc, ate a steak, hung out with my girl, etc. I didn't on Saturday or Sunday, Yes you should be impressed and amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEjX13TsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/46N2SaZQ4BU/s1600-h/Shadow+Effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055084481232719554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEjX13TsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/46N2SaZQ4BU/s320/Shadow+Effect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot out over the cliff from beside a Buddhist Prayer Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEjX13TtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/taYw2NQJR3A/s1600-h/Temple+Rock+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055084481232719570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEjX13TtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/taYw2NQJR3A/s320/Temple+Rock+Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot from the other side of the valley aiming towards the small temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEjn13TuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/497ZaX_A724/s1600-h/Jo+and+Log.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055084485527686882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEjn13TuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/497ZaX_A724/s320/Jo+and+Log.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture I've taken in a month that I'm actually allowed to show people and say her name.  For all of you wondering this is Joanna, riding a log in a creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEj313TvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MIfhvq5QFzg/s1600-h/Rock+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055084489822654194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEj313TvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MIfhvq5QFzg/s320/Rock+wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is that sexy guy you all know just posing above a rock wall that was along the hiking path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-1736304998431528157?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1736304998431528157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=1736304998431528157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/1736304998431528157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/1736304998431528157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/04/pics-from-sunjiksan.html' title='PIcs from SunJikSan'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woCOtiXNlyE/RidEjX13TsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/46N2SaZQ4BU/s72-c/Shadow+Effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-6253887914375343725</id><published>2007-04-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:45:18.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS-RE-AL!!!!! IS-RE-AL!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>is the strangest thing I've heard a group of canadian chant at a hockey.   This weekend I went to the IIHF Tier 2 Group B Hockey Championships in Seoul.  There was supposed to six teams but one NORTH KOREA dropped out.  There was South Korea, Australia, Iceland, Mexico and ISREAL, you don't have to read back yes this is a hockey tournament.  I don't know what to say other than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hockey wasn't as bad as I was expecting but the wuss factor was incredible.  The game we watched was South Korea vs. Isreal, the South Korean team won the tourney and were the best (snickering to myself) of the tournament.  But I can only remember 3 hits from a south korean player, while the israelias where taking them to school.  Even in the brawl at the end of the game the korean was trying to get away and the israelia was taking it to him. ONE TWO THREE FLOOR then 4~12 while the refs try to break it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment for the game was probably the worst I've ever been a part of.  The ref sucked, there was only snack food, no concession, no souveniours, no BOOZE.  WHAT KINDA OF A HOCKEY ARENA DOESNT SERVE BOOZE?  Not only that when we went to the convience bought booze and came back the cops came and confiscated it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-6253887914375343725?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6253887914375343725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=6253887914375343725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/6253887914375343725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/6253887914375343725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-re-al-is-re-al.html' title='IS-RE-AL!!!!! IS-RE-AL!!!!!!'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-5964883384525082627</id><published>2007-03-16T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T04:32:30.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Director may not be Satan</title><content type='html'>I recieved some very good news this week.  So it all starts with Eddie and Matt wanting to visit me in Korea before I come home.  I think they are mainly downing just for their selfish means (korean women) but in any case it will still be a great time.  The problems arose as to when.  I don't have anymore time off and taking time off is quite frowned upon.  To understand how frowned upon I regale you with the tale of my sick days.  I took two sick days when I was diagnosised with tonsilitis and was "visited"  by Peter (the ultimate yes man) four times in two days.  He made it seem like he was seeing how I was feeling but any sane person can see that they were checking up on me,  Even though  they took me to the hospital and were in the room translating for the doctor when he diagnosed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least tryin to get time off because my buddies want to get drunk and sex up some korean university students.  Isn't going to be the easiest sale I've ever had to make.  So I scour the calendar to find days that I could take to give the most time to so end with them. It turned out that the most I could do was 5 days in a row off by taking two days off around a long weekend. But at the end of my contract, the last week of it there was a tuesday off.  With me scheduled to leave on Thursday, last day of work being Wednesday.  So if I can get them to give me the monday and wednesday off.  I can get five days with my boys and head home the same day as them.  Now just to get the Director to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose the idea for  removal of me from the classroom so that my replacement can take over on Monday and make the transition less turbulent.  My manager seems apprehensive but will talk it over with the director.  I assume I just got the Blow off and not the fun kind.  She didn't even write anything down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later the manager calls me into the office.  I am assuming the worst.  She thanks me for my idea because they have had problems with teacher switches, parents love to complain.   She takes out a calendar and says "the 16th and 18th  were the days you wanted off right?"   I agree.  She nods but then goes off on a tangent about when the new guy is arriving and all this BS but it focused on the first week of July.  So my curiousity is sufficiently peaked.  She basically recites my idea back to me word for word except for the date.  I said my last day would be the 13th(the friday before the long weekend. Yeah, I think the dates great too)  She keeps saying the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm stopping teaching the 6th and observing the new guy from 9-13th and then I'm off.  Which is pretty close to what I proposed minues a week of teaching. Then they drop the bomb on me, I can choose my flight home date as long as it is not more than two weeks after my visa expires.  So they are letting me bounce around Korea 17 days after I stop teaching.  This is quite something.  Every person I've seen leave has left the day after they finished teaching.  No choice, No opinion.  So I probably won't be home till the end of July.  THIS IS GOING TO ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!! (as long as they don't $%^#&amp;amp;^%^ me down the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-5964883384525082627?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5964883384525082627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=5964883384525082627&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/5964883384525082627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/5964883384525082627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-director-may-not-be-satan.html' title='My Director may not be Satan'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-4772442409542000003</id><published>2007-02-12T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T07:42:51.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate - Responsibility</title><content type='html'>A situation arose that I find myself alone in my stand point on.  Which isn't extremely rare but I thought most people shared this belief with me.  I won't say what my position is until after the weekend.  To allow people time to formulate their own opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is - Where does the burden of responsibility lay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A - The Individual&lt;br /&gt;Side B - The Scenario and Setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those on Side A think about Arms dealer and the leaders of armies should they be held accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those on SIde B think about the Video game  and Media Violence debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw there are alot of others that you can use as examples please bring them.  These were just ways to get the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KickAss and Chew Bubble Gum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-4772442409542000003?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4772442409542000003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=4772442409542000003&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/4772442409542000003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/4772442409542000003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/02/debate-responsibility_12.html' title='Debate - Responsibility'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-278792893902121773</id><published>2007-02-07T01:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T02:07:03.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are a changin'</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say for the better but since I was doing rather well there for awhile, we have to expect it to come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;I will organize this post as kinda of an update on the post " New stuff in My Life " from back in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sleeping at what most people consider regular times up at 8am in bed by 11 pm. However I work from 1-9:30, so It doesn't put me in the best mood. Especially because my feelings about mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer dating a virgin, or a korean. Just the psycho is left. I did I forget to mention the PSYCHO IS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my electronics are fixed and no longer smelling of hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is over and I didn't bother watching the superbowl cause by the time my first class had started I heard about the game 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey is now Running 3 times a week sometimes 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally been watching porn almost everyday since my computer got fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cleaned my apartment to the point where it is not a disgrace. And I did throw out the leaning tower of Dominos. (It was pretty high by the end to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still touch and hug, I still have no clue why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for the thing that was supposed to happen next with an old lady and penguin, still up in the air its hard to find penguins in korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not fear enough crap has been going on to fil my time.&lt;br /&gt;Friend in hospital. Friends in Car accident. Computer Barely working. Good Buddy getting fired. New Guy arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL AND I RULE AT NHL 2K7 FOR THE XBOX 360!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-278792893902121773?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/278792893902121773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=278792893902121773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/278792893902121773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/278792893902121773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/02/things-are-changin.html' title='Things are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116972274572219670</id><published>2007-01-25T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T02:59:05.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The computer gods sent me an angel in the form of an asian american man named Michael.  He taught me how to switch from the laptop screen to the monitor screen and I can work on the computer at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWILLBEONLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116972274572219670?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116972274572219670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116972274572219670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116972274572219670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116972274572219670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-alive.html' title='ITS ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116920370621245053</id><published>2007-01-19T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T02:48:26.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX MONTHS DOWN SUCKAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only been six months.  Oh this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116920370621245053?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116920370621245053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116920370621245053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116920370621245053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116920370621245053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-thought.html' title='A good thought'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116840895688379763</id><published>2007-01-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:02:36.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff in My life</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how I  have gotten into this situation so don't ask but here s whats new in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only sleep between 5-10 am in my own bed, the rest of the time is spent "elsewhere".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm dating a virgin who is the biggest tease in the world.(Only partly complaining)  Don't get me started on how wierd this is for me.  I am definitely aware and it makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my electronics are either broken, sticky or smelling of Hot chocolate. (Total price of damaged electronics is just under $2,500)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch football almost every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play hockey twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't watched porn in over two weeks.  (A RECORD, BELIEVE ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is dirtier than it has ever been even though I'm cleaning more and more. (Mainly because of the neat freak virgins complaints and health concerns) &lt;br /&gt;Apparently mold isn't good for you who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea's lack of personal space bubbles is starting to affect my psyche.  I seem to be huggin and touching and getting closer to people even though I freak out when people do it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going to happen next but I have a feeling it will involve a penguin, an elderly korean lady and video camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116840895688379763?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116840895688379763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116840895688379763&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116840895688379763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116840895688379763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-stuff-in-my-life.html' title='New Stuff in My life'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116718183110013621</id><published>2006-12-26T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T17:10:31.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/481147/SNV30089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/818245/SNV30089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/357839/SNV30085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/830798/SNV30085.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/310546/SNV30173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/847657/SNV30173.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/908106/SNV30098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/924784/SNV30098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/151757/SNV30004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/559608/SNV30004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116718183110013621?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116718183110013621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116718183110013621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116718183110013621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116718183110013621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas Pics'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116711482850983924</id><published>2006-12-25T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:33:48.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The Best Ninja in EMart</title><content type='html'>As christmas random adventures go, this one ranks right up their with playing football in our underwear after a nice snowfall.  (you know its was worth the frostbite) So after alot of different drinks and wonderful christmas dinner, we decided that it would be hilarious to go play hide and seek tag inside Emart (think walmart but korean stlye and make it three floors of shopping with three floors of parking on top.  We only get 5 of us to actually play.  (I consider the people who didn't play, to be the MOST BORING PEOPLE ALIVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rules are set down, we send the four hiders into Emart and sean who is "IT" is left outside.  The rules are as follows: 1) must stay on the first two floors, 2) must stay in your hiding spot for 10 minutes 3) you have to be back to the safe spot within 5 minutes after the 10 minutes end.  I don't know if its the unheard of amount of christmas cheer (sparkling wine and OJ) I've been inhaling most of the day or the excitement of getting to play a purely childhood activity, but I am overly energetic about the game.  As many of you know, I don't need to win, I JUST CAN'T LOSE! So I take this game as a personal challenge and find the best hiding spot inside the entire building.  (which I won't mention because I am planning to play this again at some point and that spot will serve me well in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116711482850983924?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116711482850983924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116711482850983924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116711482850983924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116711482850983924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-best-ninja-in-emart.html' title='I&apos;m The Best Ninja in EMart'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116678066451141011</id><published>2006-12-22T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:44:24.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO More Bitching</title><content type='html'>I just need something other than my bitching to the main page for this blog for a bit.  Depending how christmas goes I should have plenty of Interesting pics to show and some to not show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/727550/CAG9IFGX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/290066/CAG9IFGX.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/859432/CA2JENQH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/305568/CA2JENQH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/591375/yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/364975/yum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116678066451141011?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116678066451141011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116678066451141011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116678066451141011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116678066451141011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-more-bitching.html' title='NO More Bitching'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116667640889950528</id><published>2006-12-20T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:46:48.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy F@#$ing Birthday</title><content type='html'>This is probably the worst birthday present. I have trouble sleeping so by 9 am, I just give up on the sleep idea and check my email.  I get an email from my mom sent from my uncles Blackberry.  This I know is going to bad.  AND WHAT A FRICKING SHOCK, IT WAS.  My grandfather was admitted to the hospital and they don't expect him to leave it.  So I quickly boot up skype (internet phone) which hasn't been working lately.  I get through on Ernie's cell (my mom's bf) and over a broken conversation because of my crappy computer, I get filled in on what's happening.  and simply put he is dying.  They think if he makes it to christmas, it will be a miracle. So Happy Birthday to Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116667640889950528?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116667640889950528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116667640889950528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116667640889950528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116667640889950528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-fing-birthday.html' title='Happy F@#$ing Birthday'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116601127473087427</id><published>2006-12-13T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T04:01:14.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap Feelings</title><content type='html'>As my birthday fast approaches as well as Christmas and New Year's.  I realized that I really miss home.  I miss home ALOT. I want to have a windsor night with my windsor friends.  I want my Birthday to be my friends laughing at me, while I try to convince them I'm not drunk and not hitting their girlfriends and pictures of me doing things thatare illegal in most countries.  I want to have christmas at the hotel with my family and see Caleb (my nephew).  I want New's Years to be a Drrunken mess that I barely remember.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I can have two of those accomplished, a drunken mess of a birthday with hundreds of unexplained pictures and New Years I feel will turn into a group of guys and a very small number of girls drinking and trying to have a good time while they are thinking of what they are missing on the other side of the world.  &lt;br /&gt;I cannot express the cloud that seems to surround the foreigners here at this time of year.  I have seen it countless times with different people. I don't even know how tell you about it.  Everyone here is trying not to go crazy and failing quite badly. I do include myself in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO offence to anyone else but I miss EDDY the most.  I'm sure that doesn't come as a shock.  I want have met great people and some not so great people but they aren't Frickin Eddy.  Guys and Girls of Korea you rock but I have know Eddy for most of life.  He has always been there and now he ain't THAT SUCKS HARDCORE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm writing this but I'll post it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116601127473087427?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116601127473087427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116601127473087427&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116601127473087427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116601127473087427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/crap-feelings.html' title='Crap Feelings'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116582797150285339</id><published>2006-12-11T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:06:11.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at Work</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend, that ended kinda crappy but I'll tell ya about that later.  Now I have dilemna about tonight.  Should I get chicken or pizza or fast food? I had Fast food this weekend so I don't think I'll be having that.  Pizza sounds good but its really greasy here unless I spend like 20 bucks on a pizza, which I dont feel like doing.  Fried Chicken sounds really good right now but it will interfere with my night's plan of suplexing zombies off of a metal lift, while sniping the heads of villagers.  (No still not my favourite but I do LOVE it.) So I'm stuck if I get the chicken I want my hands will be greasy so I cant play the game.  But if I get something that's not greasy, I have to eat it at the restaurant, and still wasting valuable game playing time.   WHY DO THE GODS OF VIDEO GAMES AND FAST FOOD ALWAYS MAKE ME THERE HACKY SACK OF AMUSEMENT WHEN THEY ARE BORED? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have know Idea why I wrote this post but I did, so enjoy and I'll be happy for ya or not and won't really care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116582797150285339?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116582797150285339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116582797150285339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116582797150285339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116582797150285339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored-at-work.html' title='Bored at Work'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116540678422033964</id><published>2006-12-06T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T04:06:44.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing my Life</title><content type='html'>Since KOrea is just a crap shoot.  I have been doing alot of random things to make my life more enjoyable.It has been working out pretty well for me so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have been spending more money on food and less on booze.  It sounds wierd coming from me but I think its actually making me happier.  I still hate food but now I realize how much I LOATHE FOOD. So if I spend more money on it, to get a small bit more enjoyment out of my meals.  As long as they aren't terrible (all the Korean things I've eaten and hated, SILK WORMS and SQUID JERKY to name two) i can at least get through a day silently satisfied instead of loudly complaining while drowning my sorrows in a pint of korean piss called beer.(michju) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have been buying video games and clothes.  I've come to a realization, I LOVE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES especially RESIDENT EVIL.  Not a startling one I'm sure but a realization none the less.  Once I beat RE4 my latest purchase, their is only one game barely the title Resident Evil I haven't dominated. (Which is Resident Evil Outbreak File #2, which isn't in english at the store here, DAMN) There is just something about shooting a Zombie in the head with a shotgun and watching the brain matter fly all over the place, that is strangely therapeutic.  I was really pissed at work and not liking my life outside of it much more.  But when I grab that controller and start crushing a herd of cult members (RE4 is a manic cult instead of a zombie attack which Yes you were right Glenn this is quickly becoming my favourite in the series but it still hasn't overtaken RE2 yet but its getting there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I have started to be around people more.  Instead of having a night in, I will send some text messages outto find random people to hang with even for a couple of hours.  On Friday, went to "Santa Clause" and for giggles I sat down with TRE a buddy from ultimate frisbee and his friends.  IT was FREAKIN AWESOME NIGHT.  One of my better since coming to Korea, I was charming, energetic and HAPPY. It was mainly because of the people, I was hanging out with.  They were pleasant, happy, and didn't appear to have had thier spirit crushed by their heartless employer screwing you over.  (Sorry Rage Induced Tangent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm nowhere close to really enjoying where I am.  But I have taken a few steps in the right direction.  So hopefully I keep it going.  Hockey should help alot.  I got my skates sent over from home.  So starting tomorrow I'll be back on the Ice, taking out my frustations fromliving korea on KOREANS.  I hope my hip can hold out, It should be fine considering, I've been running for 4 months atdisc without any problems.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KICK Ass and Chew Bubble Gum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116540678422033964?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116540678422033964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116540678422033964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116540678422033964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116540678422033964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/changing-my-life.html' title='Changing my Life'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116453725881066567</id><published>2006-11-26T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:34:18.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/346113/SNV31227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/346083/SNV31223.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/784277/SNV31217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/320/185371/SNV31217.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots from disc to day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116453725881066567?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116453725881066567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116453725881066567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116453725881066567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116453725881066567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-photos.html' title='More Photos'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116453508633294276</id><published>2006-11-26T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:58:06.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/1965/1600/493220/Bernie%27s%20Sheep%20shagger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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I FEEL LIKE BAG OF BEATEN ASSHOLES. thank you Tucker Max and Loren for introducing me to his glory. We'll start small then work up, I haven't a good internet connection in over two weeks.  Without a good connection skype don't work, which means I can't call my mom or "pa" who is supposed to be not doing well medically. Next after comparing contract to others my fellow employees signed I realized that I got shafted.  Next, my woderful director decides that instead of turning on the heat in winter he is going to give one small space heater for the whole teacher's room.  A room seating over a dozen people. As a result of this (that's what I believe but no proof), I got a severe case of tonsillitis.  When I say severe, I mean SEVERE.  I got the chills so bad my shivers became mini-seizures, getting up and walking the two steps to turn on the heat was just to far.  Oh and by the way blanket count on my bed - 4.  I got to the they give 63 pills to finish in three days on top of the tylenol i'm already taking so I can move.  Do you realize how many pills that is?  (I got idea how you feel Lynz)&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel better and am actually missing going to work not because I like my job, or its a good place to work. It's just when you're belly up trying not to die for two days when turning on the TV or typing online is too much work, you go a little stir crazy. Add that to my normal crazy + korea crazy is a whole of crazy I wish I could put down in worlds the halucinations I was having. They were messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions I thought in the last two days&lt;br /&gt;Does 911 work in korea?&lt;br /&gt;Can phelgm really be that colour?&lt;br /&gt;what would happen if I only took half the pills? (moral objective to painting medicine to look like candy so the pink ones and the yellow and blue striped ones are out)&lt;br /&gt;Why does my wall thermometer say 51 C and I'm still freezing under 4 blankets?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to strain your diaphram?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? If I lay down I choke on phelgm and saliva, If I sit up I'm exhausted, dizzy and incredible pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116419944802156265?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116419944802156265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116419944802156265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116419944802156265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116419944802156265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-i-am-feeling.html' title='How I am feeling?'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116330013171639583</id><published>2006-11-11T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:55:31.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof I'm Crazy</title><content type='html'>Like we any proof to figure that out.  Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave for work on wednesday and as I'm walking do the street I see something form in front of face.  Then it was gone just as quick as it appears.  Then it's back and gone again.  What is this visage? I think hard and I come to the only logical conclusion.  IT IS A GHOST! Crap a spirit of torment not allowed to pass on has chosen me as his physical play thing for the day. That's just great but I got a surprise for ghosty, I came prepared.  The first level I ever took was Spirit Shaman (See Dave, I told you it wasnt a waste of time) I call forward my trusty watchful spirit, "Rayne the Dark Dragon."  He bursts out of my tattoo, causing me not a small amount of pain. After about ten minutes of the Rayne swearing at me for not letting him out and his usual antics of trying to trip children, fondling girls boobs and trying to push business man infront of cabs.  He finally gets around to asking why I called him out.  I told him I'm being haunted.  "By what the crazy psycho, you insist on keeping contact with." This is the condensed version of what he said. I cant write that many swear words down or the post would be freaking long. I wish at she I know is real.  For the most part. Is she real? I don't know if anyone has ever seen her before.  Could she be like the guy in that movie I saw that one time where he was like dead but walking around and it was this big shock but then a bunch of people said they saw it coming even though they freaking didnt.  Bunch of Liars.  "Rayne, find the ghost, and make him pay for disturbing my morning stroll to work." Rayne looks around, "You're an idiot" (swearing was again deleted for length sake) After trying for several minutes to claw my face to ribbons, he retreats back into my tattoo.  With even more pain then when he came out. I really gotta train him better.  So its not a ghost. What could it be.  My next logical deduction an illusion.  I muster up all my will power, and succeed my will save.  SWEET! I wait paitently holding my breath, searching, scowering, hoping I succeeded.  Whew it wor-DAMN IT! He's back now he's just teasing letting me wait till I think I'd succeeded before showing himself.  You Sick, Sick son of a bitch.  I take off running afraid for my life but that just makes him follow me.  I can see him out of the corner of my eye.  He's right behind me, I try to run faster but I can't lose him.  I run till I'm exhausted, I can't run another step.  I stop, I'm breathing heavily trying to regain my strength as the mirage haunts me now covering my face and neck with each breath it grows larger and larger.  I give up there's no way I can out run it.  Maybe if I walk  into to work haunted by this spirit they'll give me one of my sick days.  I laugh at the thought of my job allowing me to leave.  I arrive at work and as soon as I get inside, its gone.  I'm Free! Thank you Karma. (Karma is my God, for those that don't know) I go upstairs still reeling from the run. Loren is just walking back in from his Lunch. "hey how's your day going?" I asked "Good, U?" "Rather uneventful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116330013171639583?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116330013171639583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116330013171639583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116330013171639583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116330013171639583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/11/proof-im-crazy.html' title='Proof I&apos;m Crazy'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116280180763079595</id><published>2006-11-06T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:30:07.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windsor Crew</title><content type='html'>This is a post just for my crew back in the BIG W.  I took alot of time and effort in my selection of appropriate friends to share my time with.  Its very precious and such an honour shouldn't be taken lightly.  We have had some great freaking times, and pubic hair stuck  in the clippers bad times (still haven't told anyone your secret, YET)  You all are fucking up hard work.  I've been gone four months and you have all turned into your pissy little sub cliques again. You know what I say to that BALL SACK!!!!! Each and Every person who reads better pick up the damn phone and call somebody you like from the other groups.  I can hear your pitiful excuses from hear.  "I got midterms" "I'm working" "I got a UTI" "I lost my right leg in motorcycle accident trying to dodge a hedgehog who was trying to forage food from the centre of the highway".  All excuses are not good enough.  Take it from the guys whose got none of you around.  BE WITH YOUR FRIENDS, if you do happen to lose a limb in a freak accident, you'll want them there. I'm not gonna use names of who should call who but get fucking together shoot pool, watch a movie, full on orgy I DONT CARE, but if I got to make us into one group again. THERE BE WILL BE HELL TO PAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116280180763079595?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116280180763079595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116280180763079595&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116280180763079595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116280180763079595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/11/windsor-crew.html' title='Windsor Crew'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116219989375208010</id><published>2006-10-30T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:18:13.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Level of Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>This used to be one post but I decided to break them up. Forgive all spelling errors brain has not recovered from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I like most people believe that final stage to exhaustion is  A FULL BODY SHUTDOWN. I have discovered another stage it is not beyond it just before it.  I have never any one talk about so I'm claiming to invented it and if you disagree I got a hairy spot you can kiss.  It's MINE.  I have it the "Juggernaut" stage.  The stage is characterized  by building up so much momentum over the course of long period of time your body does have the energy to stop.  You can only wait for Gravity + Friction to it's work.  &lt;br /&gt;This weekend with the Drinking, Debauchery and Disc ( my 3D's of death) I had built up some more energy in my body.  That it continued to move in without my consent.  By Sunday night about 7:00 we had just arrived at "Philipss's (not a typo, straight quote from the menu) Steak N' Magic"  Yes that is a dinner theatre style restaurant but the performances are magicians and singers.  (Sometimes Koreans Scare Me) I order a steak, hoping the place with steak in its name would have a good steak.  As with all Korea it was not.  Thin steak, poor marniade.  Why am I talking about my steak?  I don't know things. &lt;br /&gt;Back on track. About half way through the meal, it's like my brain shuts down.  But my body keeps eating.  I just can't do anything that requires upper cognitive functions.  Talking, Hearing, Understanding. I actually have very little knowledge of how I got home from dinner or how I got into my bed.  Normally I would just mark that up to Booze but I had only had water and coke.  Thats stage is the new level of exhaustion I have discovered.  A state where your brain is fully off line but the body continues to work. I think my body developed a way to adapt to my lack of good judgement.  My body knew it needed food, my brian was saying sleep.  So when the body started to eat, the brain just shutdown and let it work.  &lt;br /&gt;Now I can hear you asking how do I achieve such enlightenment? Well first have a bad eating habits for about 5 years.  So your body can undergo working in a vitamin and mineral difficient diet.  Second, Give up 75% of your normal sleep time to boozing. You can not allow the mind or body to relax at any point.  The booze will take care of the body and the late night will take care of the brain but you'll need to refresh enough to be able to complete stage 3.  THIRD, find a enjoyable physically exhausting activity and do it for a full 2 days. (Yes any activity will do, as long as it is enjoyable, requires alot of energy.  Yes that does indeed qualify for some not for others) You will need to burn all energy stores you contain so the brain will not have any choice other to shutdown.  The Fourth is most important stage, DO NOT EAT.  Over the weekend, from Friday 6:00 pm - 6 pm Sunday. (marking before the steak dinner becuase it's nutrients won't get into the bloodstream till after I passed out that evening. &lt;br /&gt;2 oranges, a melted snicker bar, a fastfood chicken burger, and peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;Its still more food than a week of first year university but I was a vegetable in first year.  Not the amateur athlete role I seem to be here.&lt;br /&gt;I am in SOOOOO MUUCCCCCHHHHHH PAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116219989375208010?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116219989375208010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116219989375208010&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116219989375208010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116219989375208010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-level-of-exhaustion_30.html' title='New Level of Exhaustion'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116185227623094988</id><published>2006-10-26T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:44:36.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are Crazy</title><content type='html'>FAMILY ADVERSARY WARNING - THIS POST MAY CONTAIN INFORMATION YOU MAY NOT WANT TO KNOW ABOUT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that a long time ago. Women have gone crazy because they can't understand why Men don't understand them.  Men don't understand, Women because they're FRICKING LOONEY TOONS.  Hence the saying "Men are Stupid, Women are Crazy" came into existence.  Before this turns into a psychological debate whether Men have a lower intelligence or women have been diagnosed with more psychological disorders.  I'll tell you a little story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into fight yesterday with a girl, I had been messing around with.  The fight concerned our differing thoughts on sex and sexuality.  Anywho whose spent more than an hour in the same room with me knows.  I'm a hardcore liberalist when it comes to sex.  "If it feels good, do it" is too restrictive. It's more like "Do everything. TWICE. Then ask yourself if you'd do it again"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my expectations of from women I'm interested in very clear, and usually very soon.  So the girl can make a logical choice whether she can be associated with me.  This story that I will eventually get out is a woman who didnt make the logical choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have messed around before, and after a hellishly long day at work tells me to meet her at a bar that I don't know where it is.  After 30 minutes of aimless walking she leaves the bar to come get me. We get on the topic of sex again like always.  She flirts and does other things while we talk.  We go to the bathroom mess around for a bit. (Side note: Only one unisex bathroom in this bar 10 people lined up waiting for us to get out) She tells me not were not gonna doing anything tonight. I'm drunk and horny.  After a small arguement about I told her why I was here.  (I am VERY HONEST) So I leave on the way home I recieve a text from her on my phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I LIKE U. WHY DOES I HAVE TO BE ABOUT SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep without responding.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to 3 other texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT BE A DICK. TEXT ME BACK&lt;br /&gt;I'M COMING OVER.&lt;br /&gt;I'M HERE. OPEN THE DOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY (Now I'm kicking myself for inviting her over that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong I have no problem with a person's choice to wait.  No one should do anything there not ready for.  But If a guy tells you straight out the he's there only to sleep with you.  BELIEVE HIM AND RUN, if your planning to wait.  NOT BY ANY MEANS, CONTINUALLY LEAD HIM ON.  If he's honest enough to tell you that, he's honest enough to make you hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to finish this.  Man I sound like a jerk sometimes.  Here's to non-censorship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116185227623094988?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116185227623094988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116185227623094988&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116185227623094988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116185227623094988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/women-are-crazy.html' title='Women are Crazy'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116111599348764920</id><published>2006-10-17T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:13:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate 2</title><content type='html'>It's 4:30 in the morning and I can't sleep (what a shock).  So of course I won't be able to sleep till my mind spews out the mental vomit its been churning around for the last hour or so.  (that reads alittle grosser than I wanted) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there Equality between the sexes? Is it possible or a pipe-dream?  Since we are inherently different even down to our genetic material can we ever truly be equal or have a society that sees us that why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep removing more and more questions from this so you all can think about and not just be shown my opinion.  I'll stop here and probably add examples into the comments section for further analysis.  I got a couple really good ones,I just hope I don't forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick Ass and Chew Bubble Gum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116111599348764920?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116111599348764920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116111599348764920&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116111599348764920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116111599348764920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/debate-2.html' title='Debate 2'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116110206268865931</id><published>2006-10-17T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:21:33.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more Specific Bitching</title><content type='html'>I started this as a comment to the last post but it gotto damn long so I copied into a new post. &lt;br /&gt;It would look good if I get to explain it  or could just look like I was fired and they don't care why.  But thats a stretch. The thing so far that has helped me with her side, something Loren told on the roof of the school.  He probably knew I was about to erupt and slaughter every korean I could see. So he took me up there to talk about it.  The one thing I'm basing most of my problems is a western education in western psychology and western education. And I'm not in the west anymore.  So Like all animals in a new envirnoment I'm going to have to adapt.  Hopefully just adapt not evolve, adaptation would allow me to keep my old style and make a new one.  But if I evolve, then I'll just change my style from a west style to an east style. When I go back, I'll be sunk.  &lt;br /&gt;To add to the story, I was told that I can't reward my children until the last day of the semester.  I think it's wierd that I have no control over my class.  Every decision I've made as a teacher has been torn to pieces.  I'm trying not become  "A Tim" Tim is a guy I work with who has been here 15 months and has got two weeks left.  He doesn't teach, he doesn't prepare, he doesn't do ANYTHING other than what the Subject book is and the work assigned for that day.  He's is like the teaching god to these people. I spend my 5 minute breaks between classes working my ass of to get all the book reports and tests graded with the proper answers.  And I look over at Tim, reading elite trader and randomly marking words off his book report then drawing a big circle.  (NO OFFENCE TO YOU TIM, BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT) But it's apparently the way things are done here.  Can I except that as what I'm supposed to do and do it just to not make waves and move on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116110206268865931?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116110206268865931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116110206268865931&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116110206268865931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116110206268865931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/even-more-specific-bitching.html' title='Even more Specific Bitching'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116099716181925184</id><published>2006-10-16T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T04:12:41.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Specific Bitching</title><content type='html'>I got a beef with people telling me things I know to be true, are false.  Usually I just insult their stupidity and laugh as try rebuild there tattered self esteem.  But today I got observed by "Lydia."  Our new school manager.  Here is the list of things she commented on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - do not give free time to students.&lt;br /&gt;2 - do not allow them to become distracted or distract me.&lt;br /&gt;3 - always assign them more work than they need or can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one I agree with in a normal classroom side chats are distracting and useless.  BUt when trying to teach a language and the children are going out of their to practice the language that isn't directly related to the text for a minute let them.  I have an entire class that does their school work for homework and the class time is used for exploration of English.  Asking and answering questions, word usage, listening and understanding.  We do it all. But apparently little miss knows nothing of education sees that as a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;The third point, these kids are in school for more than 12 hrs of the day including saturday not to mention extra curriculars.  My students average about 6 hrs a sleep a night if that.  They are awake at 6am, having gone to bed after midnight and these kids are 8 yrs old. &lt;br /&gt;The first point is the one that makes me want to show her the 8 floor fall off the roof.  I have spent four years at university learning about education and psychology, my damn final paper was on the attention span of young people and its affect on education.  I have read more than 20 books on this subject, and they all say the same thing.  KIDS CANNOT KEEP FOCUS ON ONE THING FOR MORE THAN 20 MINUTES. They need to have breaks, to relax their brains, they need to assimilate and accomodate the information they have been given.  And this stupid bitches tells me, that all forty minutes of the class should be work. No break, no relax, nothing but the book.  When she told me that the last four minutes of the class, I should have assigned another assignment, I almost decked her.  Not to mention in 4 minutes, you can't explain an assignment properly to these kids.  But the kids can't do it, so that just adds more homework onto their busy enough lives. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening to me bitch, i'll keep you posted if I actually do threw anyone of the roof.&lt;br /&gt;I ask as a show of support and the other side (which i usually can see but in this instance I can't.  It's like trying to understand why a NEO-NATZI feels the way he does, I just don't its gonna happen for me) to post your thoughts on the 1,2,3 comments I recieved on my evaluation. &lt;br /&gt;And if you think its worthwhile to have my psych and education texts sent over so I can beat her to a bloody pulp, with very large texts I have read cover to cover, telling me why I'm right and she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Combae!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116099716181925184?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116099716181925184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116099716181925184&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116099716181925184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116099716181925184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/specific-bitching.html' title='Specific Bitching'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116096617415484182</id><published>2006-10-15T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:36:14.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>I was very honest to a person last night. I said something very true and honest about myself and she asked me why I told her.  I simply told her because it was true.  She didnt believe me.  I am nice guy most of the time but there is a reason I say "i'm a horrible person."  And if people would believe me, it would save alot of grief to me and them.  &lt;br /&gt;Honesty is supposed to be the best policy.  Which I partly believe, lying is hard, creating then remembering it takes alot of work so why not just say the truth.  I can hear you all saying "oh but this just isn't something you tell another person" "it's private" "I'm ashamed" "they don't need to know that" or "I'm embarassed."  My question is why hide it? Obivously something in our brains tell us that this is a good idea, or at the least not a terrible idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly don't know where this is going if you did, fill me in.  But I'm gonna stop now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reread the post I don't know if it makes any sense at all. OH well.  Yeah to non-censorship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick Ass and Chew Bubble Gum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116096617415484182?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116096617415484182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116096617415484182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116096617415484182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116096617415484182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-116003302745802723</id><published>2006-10-05T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:23:47.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Debates</title><content type='html'>A new friend of mine thought that the debates were a really good idea, and asked why I stopped them.  I can barely remember how I felt yesterday let alone 3 months ago.  I thought it was because people weren't posting comments, so I'll try to see how it goes this time around.  I think it'll be a good way to connect new friends with old ones. So here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the world would be better with a global language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE WITH THE COMMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Sept%2027-30%20066.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Sept%2027-30%20066.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Sept%2027-30%20015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Sept%2027-30%20015.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Sept%2027-30%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Sept%2027-30%20005.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR NO REASON AT ALL ACTION SHOTS!!!!!  OOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAAHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-116003302745802723?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116003302745802723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=116003302745802723&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116003302745802723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/116003302745802723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/debates.html' title='The Debates'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115962245489681994</id><published>2006-09-30T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T06:20:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MR. HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Sept%2027-30%20107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Sept%2027-30%20107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Sept%2027-30%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Sept%2027-30%20060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Sept%2027-30%20106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Sept%2027-30%20106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would to take a moment introduce one of my favourite koreans.  There is a foriegner bar eloquently nicknamed "Santa Claus." They have the best thing for a boy who's missing home. BACON, EGGS, FRIES, COFFEE and CHILI; this may not seem exciting to you. But when you're usually eating rice + some sort of sea creature.  It is amazing when you need a taste home.  BUt back on Topic.  The owner is Mr. Ho.  I have no idea what his other names are but he is great.  We walking down from another bar at about 3am, and he's just closed down his bar.  He invites out for drinks and the korean culture that means they buy.  a 150,000 won bar tab later were all slooshed and stumbling around like the ground is made of jello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115962245489681994?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115962245489681994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115962245489681994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115962245489681994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115962245489681994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-ho.html' title='MR. HO'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115927855181769019</id><published>2006-09-26T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:49:11.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIrst PIcs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/SNV30003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/SNV30003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/SNV30043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/SNV30043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/SNV30044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/SNV30044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/SNV30042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/SNV30042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new camera today costed a bit more than I wanted but its sweet.  Here a few of today's pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115927855181769019?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115927855181769019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115927855181769019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115927855181769019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115927855181769019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-pics.html' title='FIrst PIcs'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115918443020396469</id><published>2006-09-25T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:40:30.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend that would not end</title><content type='html'>YOu remember that old stupid song "the song that wouldn't end." That would have ended ages before this weekend would.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes this is an exaggeration but when my allergies kick in and KICK IN HARD.  Time seems to slow because living is agony.&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, let me tell the other side.  It was Loren's birth on the sunday. Even knows how I feel about celebrating buddies birthdays.  NO MATTER WHERE, WHEN, HOW MUCH.  They get drunk and most probably naked. Hopefully not alone.&lt;br /&gt;His Plan: Go to Seoul, watch Cody's Rugby Tournament, go out, go home Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;My plan: FOLLOW (it's his frickin birthday, not my day to lead)&lt;br /&gt;He leaves Friday, I leave with Chris on Saturday morning (because I feel like crap firday) We ride train then sub for a total of 3 hours straight.  I'm in agony most of the way. Nose running, Eyes watering, Sneezing and Coughing.  You can just imagine my mood.&lt;br /&gt;We get to the rugby tourney, and it's sponsored by a winery and a few bars.  Thats means everybodies favourite words "FREE BOOZE"&lt;br /&gt;We drink alot, get burritos on the way home, they put sour cream on mine which as most of you know makes me want to hurl.  So I eat around the gob of Sour cream being starving and a little tipsy at this point. (The last count I remember I hit 8 beers on the bus ride from the tourney to the taco place)&lt;br /&gt;We head to a bar and see the probably the craziest sight I have ever seen. "FLAMING ASSHOLES" Drunk Rugby players were putting T.P. in their bums and lighting them on fire while doing shoots.  I really have no Idea why or how to follow that in conversation. oTher than it was just boring. I'm not that tight with the group yet. So you get that, I'm here for this person, but they're here for everybody else.  Kinda like when you go out with new gf's friends no matter what you're the outsider. They know it, you know it, you try to get away from it but the feeling is there.&lt;br /&gt;We head to another bar "ROCKY MOUNTAIN TAVERN" yes we have arrived in ITAEWON the foreignors destination in Seoul. What I like to call "The korean Suburb of TO"&lt;br /&gt;At this bar I decide, I'm gonna home with number of a girl I'm not gonna call.  I get one really easy, she's from the small town next to the small town my dad is from.  When we say small we mean small. Towns called Enterprise and Centreville. Second wasn't any tougher, a girl I met on the bus, not attractive at all. Third was a shocker, I start talking with this girl.  I continue talking with girl we talked together alone at a huge table 3 hours.  I was enjoying myself, and she was with me so there was no chance she wasn't enjoying herself. But she had to go, I needed to find the half naked friend that were scatter around the bar.  When you're chatting up a girl, the hardest thing to explain to her is why your friend has his pants down.   &lt;br /&gt;We all get home and pass out, Loren worships the porcelin god for awhile. I decide to sleep on the small rug in the people we were staying with's dining room. &lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday, Feeling like a sack of beaten up assholes (loren's saying successfully stolen Ha Ha) I just want to go home a go to bed.  10 everybody is up and going. 1 pm we are all showered and going for indian food.  Yes you read that right, these people were taking ME for indian food. After spending 22,000 won ($25) on a meal I about the size of a burger from a happy meal and a samll salad.  We go to starbucks the only company whose coffee I don't drink. I don't spend $5 on coffee I just dont. We wait to meet up with other group. &lt;br /&gt;We go home I assume to pick up our bags.&lt;br /&gt;NO, We watch Maimi Vice instead.&lt;br /&gt;Then I think We're going. We make it to the subway.&lt;br /&gt;NO, Were going to meet other people. TO go with them to the train. They waste an housr shopping While I'm trying not to pass out in the seoul underground.&lt;br /&gt;FINELY we get to the station 45 minutes till my train comes.  See the 'my' they hop on the next train  after me so they can sit all together. And by this point I dont care. I just want to get home. I didn't get home 10:30.  I crashed for 14 hrs straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115918443020396469?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115918443020396469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115918443020396469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115918443020396469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115918443020396469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-that-would-not-end.html' title='The Weekend that would not end'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115866462555363060</id><published>2006-09-19T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:17:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Lesson</title><content type='html'>Occassionally at work we have special interest days, like storytelling day, Golden bell day and that kinda shit.  (I still have no I dea what Golden Bell day is.) But However the last two days have been a special kinda class called "North America Day." Our instructions No word of a lie was "do something." So I decide to teach them something truly North American. NO I wasn't teaching them that.  Man some of you are just sick. Funny Side Note: A kid in my class made the hand sign for the shocker and asked me what it meant.  In my head, I'm laughing because I've explained it to friends and its hilariuos.  Two in the Pink, One in the Stink.  I am fully prepared to answer those questions like a professional If were a Sex Ed Teacher. I refer back to the Uncle Larry's Storytime with "glistening" as a subject matter.  Only truly funny to some (Lynz being one of them).&lt;br /&gt;BUt back on track I choose to do SLANG. People begin laughing now as the Whitest White Boy in Windsor teaches you talk like a wigger.  It was the most fun I've had teaching since Amanda and I Roleplayed at Northwood.  I got the students to Diss, Mess and Greet (I don't know a slang word for greet) The main list of words I was using were:&lt;br /&gt;Hello: Sup, Yo, Hey, Cheers, Wazzup&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Mate, Bro/Sista, Man, Dude, Dawg, Holmes, Hommies, Gee, PLaya/Baby&lt;br /&gt;Right: Right On, Word, Rad, BOOYA, Fa Sha, Fa Real, YEEH!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye: Check Ya, See Ya, Later, Out, Peace, Rollin&lt;br /&gt;I also taught East and West side, as well as the rockers wave.&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast my kids loved it and now as I walk the halls I here a little korean kid, yell out "SUP DAWG" or in KONGLISH "SOUPE DOGGG." I have to each time because of all the people to bring it to korea.  It was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to thinking I want to make a functioning Slang dictionary for those four words (Hello, Goodbye, Friend, Right for our ADD readers) and anything other that should be known.  SO I CHALLENGE YOU: POST COMMENTS OF THINGS THAT SHOULD GO INTO THE ENGLISH TO SLANGLISH DICTIONARY.  I will post the official dictionary later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMBAE! BROS and SISTAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115866462555363060?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115866462555363060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115866462555363060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115866462555363060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115866462555363060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-best-lesson.html' title='My Best Lesson'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115832688118982020</id><published>2006-09-15T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:28:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Drummers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Drummers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/PAinter%20guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/PAinter%20guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/River%20bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/River%20bridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Daejeon%20River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Daejeon%20River.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Seoul%20Palace%20Stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Seoul%20Palace%20Stairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115832688118982020?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115832688118982020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115832688118982020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115832688118982020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115832688118982020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-pics.html' title='More Pics'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115829036953812636</id><published>2006-09-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:19:29.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Four: Chris' clan</title><content type='html'>This story begins when some of the guys went and saw Underworld Revolution in a DVD room about two or three nights before the incident.  He began talking well like he was a vampire.  NOt too crazy we all do it, come out of a good movie and pretend we are characters from it (I think most of us can remember doing the wolverine two fisted dive from the first Xmen movie) So we go out on the weekend and its a normal drunken festof debauchery.  &lt;br /&gt;We leave one bar, and on the way to the other bar, Chris sees the moonand changes back into the voice.  I think its funny so I start provoking him.  RULE ONE: NEVER PROVOKE A DRUNKEN VAMPIRE! I should have learned that from Matt's World of Darkness games but here we are.  He attacks me and bites me on the base of my neck, and he bites hard.  Then he starts pretneding to sneak which is always funny to watch a drunk try to sneak.  Then as he passes by a korean walking, he jumps at her and tries to bite her. She screams, hits him and runs.  You think that would snap him out of it but NO that is only the beginning. As we walk to "Watermelon Sugar" he randomly attacks  numerous club goers and shopkeepers.  BUt then he goes into the wrong group and tries to attack thier women.  He gets pushed away, and the korean guys are ready to fight him. So instead of trying to help a drunk vampire fight off five koreans. I decide to tackle Chris to the ground, I come up behind him and foot sweep him to the ground and hold him there as the koreans leave. We both bust out laughing hysterically, I dont truly know what caused that but  it was hilariuos to us.&lt;br /&gt;So we get clean ourselves off and head to the bar, kinda without vampiric incidents.  We drink, not being in any condition to tell him not to. &lt;br /&gt;So get tired an decide to go there are five of us in a cab and the driver.  Gramps, Kevin, Timmy, Chris and Myself.  Gramps is in the passenger seat, Tim, me, kevin, chris from left to right in the back. I make the mistake of telling the vampire story from earlier to tim, so he's starts shouting Quotesfrom the movie and biting Kevin.  I'm trying to pull him off kevin when he lets go and jumps at Gramps and starts attacking him.  The attacks just keep coming, Tim is the smartest of all of us when Chris tried to bite him he just slugged him.  So he would back off but he backs off alittle to far and starts climbing out of the cab window. Breaks the plastic frame off the door and almost gets hit by another flying past us.  YOu think almost almost dying would be enough to stop him BUT NO.  HE starts atacking the driver all of us have pull him off and try to holdhim down.  But finally we get home and we all dive out of the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115829036953812636?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115829036953812636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115829036953812636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115829036953812636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115829036953812636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/story-four-chris-clan.html' title='Story Four: Chris&apos; clan'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115828788394770637</id><published>2006-09-14T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:38:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Posting</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to post so I thought I might introduce you to some of the people I've met here. Mind you that I've only known them for two months and most of our time is spent drinking so it won't be to specific.&lt;br /&gt;We have to start with Loren.  Loren arrived a day before I did so we were going through alot of the same stuff at roughly the same.  He was a wrestling coach from Northwest college and he's never actually said why he came here.  But that's his business and if he wants to share he will. We spend about 6 days a week together on average so it gets a little rough some times.  But we both know that if the other says I'm sick and tired of looking at your ugly mug, they mean so go do something else. He's a great guy, incredibly athletic and more of a charmer than me. (side note: I haven't been trying to be charming at all since I've been here) So if any girls come to visit expect to fall for his flirty charm, you can scoff now but I've seen it happen numerous times. He's going through a rough patch right now the school is taking advantage of him.  Making him work 8 classes in row on Monday and Wednesday (9 class periods per day by the way) They say it's okay because he's getting paid an extra 100,000 won a month.  We did the math and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Next we got Timmy, another canadian, good guy, I believe his soul has been crushed by working this job for 15 months.  He leaves in a month and half, and can't wait for it.  He reminds me of a booey out in the water.  Waves come in, he flops to the side and gingerly comes back up, Bigger waves come and nothing changes.  (Kinda envy that for work but would hate to be that complacent in the fun parts of my life) &lt;br /&gt;Then it's Sean-y, the only person in Korea taller than me, he's 6'4 with blonde hair. He's religious and is cool about it, the way I like my religious people, (No conversion, just conversation) He's got a Mac and is very proud of it, I don't truly know why but if my computer literate friends could help me out i'd appreciate. (Buying a new computer when I get back to Canada, helpful info is good). He is still kinda new but good hang with and always good to laugh with or at. He plays with the Koreans alot, he makes jokes that only the english speakers will get to the Koreans. So the koreans smile there I don't know what you just said smile. (I've nicknamed it the IDK smile) While the Canadians and americans are trying not burst out with fits of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, its comes to the Brothers, Matt and Chris, (CREEPY EH!) They aren't too different so I get them confused alot. And because Matt acts alot like Eddy back home, And Chris here acts a little like Matty back home. I swear their parents did this as a cruel joke just for when they meet me.  They are both athletic, heavy drinkers and wild. I will post the vampire incident soon.  I still have the bite mark on my arm. Chris is the younger and wilder of the two, Matt just landed probably the best contract I've heard about since Ive been here. I don't really know what to say about them, they are funny and screwed up.  Chris much more then Matt refering again to the Vampirism situation.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now.  I'll probably update this from time to time When I learn more abou these people. My memory being what it is, I really need to write this stuff down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115828788394770637?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115828788394770637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115828788394770637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115828788394770637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115828788394770637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/people-posting.html' title='People Posting'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115758450224128564</id><published>2006-09-06T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:15:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from a Busy Mind</title><content type='html'>This is an excerpt for a letter I am writing  I thought I should share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never have fun, I rarely love what I’m doing, I never see the beauty that’s right in front of me because I’m always looking ahead past to what is next.  Missing out on what is important what’s happening right now and how it makes me feel.  I am in South Korea, a country indescribably beautiful and all I can think about is going home.  But when I was at home I could only think about getting away and getting to South Korea.  Now that I’m here I can’t remember why I needed to come here.  I’m sitting alone in a smelly apartment, on a smelly side street, in a smelly city, just typing on my computer.  Why am I not exploring this huge city or the vast country, because I’m chatting on MSN to my friends back home.  I want to know what I am missing so I can look forward to going back but I’m sure as soon as I do.  I’ll start thinking about leaving again.  I know foresight is good but I feel like I’m fore staring, looking so hard that can’t see anything else.  I want to break the cycle but I don’t really know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combae!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115758450224128564?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115758450224128564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115758450224128564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115758450224128564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115758450224128564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/words-from-busy-mind.html' title='Words from a Busy Mind'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115658651507968955</id><published>2006-08-26T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T03:01:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact Info</title><content type='html'>For all of you who want to know.&lt;br /&gt;My Addy:&lt;br /&gt;377 Mannyun-Dong&lt;br /&gt;Seogu&lt;br /&gt;Daejeon, Korea&lt;br /&gt;302-834&lt;br /&gt;My Number:&lt;br /&gt;010-3378-0582&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kombae!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115658651507968955?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115658651507968955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115658651507968955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115658651507968955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115658651507968955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/contact-info.html' title='Contact Info'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115640801816673837</id><published>2006-08-24T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:26:58.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausing the South Korea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Ourhappylittlefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Ourhappylittlefamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to show you all a picture of new nephew now that he's aint all deformed.&lt;br /&gt;I think not seeing him is harder the not seeing all your faces, which ain't exactly easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115640801816673837?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115640801816673837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115640801816673837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115640801816673837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115640801816673837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/pausing-south-korea.html' title='Pausing the South Korea'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115612526810163575</id><published>2006-08-20T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:54:28.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/THe%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/THe%20view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/The%20walkway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/The%20walkway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This country is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115612526810163575?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115612526810163575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115612526810163575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115612526810163575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115612526810163575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/view.html' title='The View'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115612510032633181</id><published>2006-08-20T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:51:40.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIctures from a Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Shawn%20on%20the%20Stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Shawn%20on%20the%20Stairs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Pissing%20Fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Pissing%20Fountain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Shawn%20and%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Shawn%20and%20I.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/BOYS%20AT%20THE%20PEAK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/BOYS%20AT%20THE%20PEAK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few of the pics from the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/CAble%20Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/CAble%20Car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115612510032633181?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115612510032633181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115612510032633181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115612510032633181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115612510032633181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictures-from-mountain.html' title='PIctures from a Mountain'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115608213438791853</id><published>2006-08-20T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T06:55:34.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Three: OUCH</title><content type='html'>I called this post OUCH because thats how my body feels.  I had the longest most physically exhausting weekend.  It starts on the HELL day, I call Friday, which is my worst day of the week. So I am definitely ready for beers after work and drank for about four hours before going for a late night stroll that lasted 'god knows how long.'  Then went to bed, and woke up to Loren saying he's going up to a nearby mountain.  I jumped at the chance, and then we were on our way.  The mountain was beautiful but a steep, steep climb.  Some rather scary bridges to cross but we make it to the peak. When we reached the peak, I can't describe how beautiful it is.  Pictures will be posted soon.  On the peak, we meet up with two foreigners down from Seoul, chat them up for awhile until we realize that ifwe are going tomake the last bus were gonna have to bust ass down this mountain. After a wrong turn, One of the new guys and I climb a loose dirt hillside to get to the cable car to get to bottom.  While everyone else took the path we didn't see.  So while we are waiting for the gondala, I realize how exhausting the climb was.  My legs were shaking so bad and I almost fell over when I bent both my knees at the same time.  We struggle our way back then its time for a shower, and then back out for Tim's Birthday.  20000 won all you can drink till 3 am.  We certainly got our money's worth, but while we were drinking away the captain of a local soccer team comes up.  Ask the table if we got any players in our group, so a few of us say we played back home.  He invites us to try out and in our drunken stupors we agree.  The next day however we were not so enthusiatic, being hungover to the point of almost vomiting.    Three of us still decide to play anyway.  WE GET SCHOOLED!!!!! These guys are collegiate level players if not semi pro.  They have us running all over the field and falling for every move these guys got.  I am a dead man walking when they call the game.  I scored three times but they were all pretty chessy and I wasn't playing much defense to speak of.  Mike and I decide to the Jin Ja Bong, (spa) which we needed badly. After cleaning up I head to a festival concert and I cant find a seat so Im standing watching this amazing show and I can barely stand.  After the show I go home and crash hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115608213438791853?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115608213438791853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115608213438791853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115608213438791853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115608213438791853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-three-ouch.html' title='Story Three: OUCH'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115548477074493671</id><published>2006-08-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:59:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busan or Bust</title><content type='html'>This weekend, they boys and I went down to Busan an beachon the east coast.  So after spending 2 hrs walking around Haeundae Beach looking for a 30000 won hotel that I dont believe exists, we settle for a rundown flea bag motel right on the ocean.  Off to the beach, let the day of random commence.  So we find an umbrella to park ourselves under, and about two minutes later a korean girl comes up and wants a picture with me.  So after that 3 teenagers come up and sit on the unused part of our blanket.  And then CHris decides that its a smart plan to give one of them a beer.  So now there gonna be around for the rest of the beach adventure.  I walk out to join some of the guys in the water and they start freaking out. Sean saw a jellyfish and everybody ran back to shore.  While we were relaxing having lunch, we made friends with the group of koreans next to us because they were burying there friend in the sand and we helped.  So we get dirty and go back to for a swim and meet up with a bulgarian couple playing volleyball.  We join the game and get to know them pretty well and he invites us to come to see his band play at the Paradise hotel Bar.  We tell him we'll be there not like we had any plans anyway.  So I go back they continue playing and when I get back the three koreans girls teach me two interesting little games I hope i'll remember them. Then they guys come back and the booze starts flowing, three runners of beer later.  Loren takes the korean guys to school in how to wrestle (He was a wrestling coach at Northwest College, so he's got a little skill)  When the beach closes we take off to go nap and shower before dinner.  I take the guys to the Outback for my first steak in a month and it was sweet.  The table across from us is 3 korean girls are having dinner.  Loren and Matt successfully pick them up and brought them to the bulgarians concert.  So were relaxing having a few drinks with the girls and the band takes the stage.  They're good but to tell the truth I barely heard the rest of the band.  I was too distracted by the HOT 20 yr old bulgarian singer, she was smoking and her voice fucking WOW! At about one we live the bar and take the girls to the beach.  Loren, Sean and I each got our korean girl ready when VERY drunk Matt decides to start pissing in the middle of the entrance way to the beach surrounded by late night beach combers.  The rest of the trip will be the next post.  Kick Ass and Chew Bubble Gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115548477074493671?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115548477074493671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115548477074493671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115548477074493671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115548477074493671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/busan-or-bust.html' title='Busan or Bust'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115467755173034836</id><published>2006-08-04T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:46:00.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Seoul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Palace%20and%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Palace%20and%20Me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/KoreanHistoryMuseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/KoreanHistoryMuseum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/1600/Womens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/1965/320/Womens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my First Pictures from South Korea.  Top Left: Is me at Gyeongbokgung Palace.  Top Right: Statues at the Palace.  Bottom: Buddhist Women performing a ritual at the City square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115467755173034836?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115467755173034836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115467755173034836&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115467755173034836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115467755173034836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/trip-to-seoul.html' title='Trip To Seoul'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115452467195308712</id><published>2006-08-02T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T06:17:51.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Two: Paradise</title><content type='html'>I found the greatest place in South Korea. It's called a GINGABONG. Which basically is a Spa above a mall.  It's about 5,000 Won to get in (5 bucks) and its the most relaxing place I've ever been too.  You go in and strip naked, and walk into a heated room.  The room has 3 different saunas, 6 different hot tubs, and 2 massaging pools.  The saunas: 1) DRY HOT 95 C (no, not an exaggeration) 2) Salt Scrub and 3) Wet Sauna (SO GOOD!).  The Hot Tubs: Green and Brown Tea Baths, Two regular tubs of different temps, Cool and Cold Pool (24 C and 10 C: damn fricking COLD!).   The Massaging Pools: Waterfall and the Chairs (Both Ectasy in water form). My body feels so good, I'm going sleep for days.&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115452467195308712?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115452467195308712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115452467195308712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115452467195308712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115452467195308712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-two-paradise.html' title='Story Two: Paradise'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115443146084549040</id><published>2006-08-01T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T04:24:20.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story One: Hello, Mr. Johnson</title><content type='html'>This my first story from Korea and its weird.  I work with this Korean guy named Brandon, its Korean tradition to invite someone out and pay for everything when you do.  So when Brandon invites Loren and I out for beers we gladly accept.  (neither of us have never been one to turn free booze) He comes by and picks us up, we go to a local bar and his married friend, Trish is waiting for us.  We drink and rabble rouse for about an hour when things start getting weird.  Brandon starts holding our hands and attempting to feed us the snacks that are on the table.  Which creeps us out so we start directing the conversation onto Trish, with a bit of flirting involved (it is me after all). Brandon starts going off about how he wanted Trish but would never get her.  Since he was ugly, she was married and a bunch of other reasons that I didn't really understand.  But as we all know never flirt with a girl a buddy wants because it leads to bad times all around and this time is no different.  Brandon thinks we are moving in on his married crush and gets angry.  Or so we thought.  What he was angry about was that we were paying attention to Trish and not him.  So it gets weird we decide to leave not after sharing a birthday beer with a random korean guy at the bar and singing Korean "Happy Birthday".   We  head outside and we hug each other goodbye.  Then he reaches for Mister Johnson, I freak but try to stay calm.  I leave.  The rest of the story is what Loren told me.  When the nut grabbing incident is happening, he is getting the "help me" face from Trish.  He has no clue what to do but while he's thinking he sees a face moving in real CLOSE. He dodges and makes it look like he's waving goodbye to me and SMACK! Brandon lands a kiss right on his cheek but if he didn't dodge, OH MAN! Then the calls started, this was Friday and he's called Loren about 5 times when we said we we're going to Seoul (about 3 hours drive away.)&lt;br /&gt;KOMBAE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115443146084549040?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115443146084549040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115443146084549040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115443146084549040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115443146084549040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-one-hello-mr-johnson.html' title='Story One: Hello, Mr. Johnson'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115439856368787646</id><published>2006-07-31T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:16:16.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annyong Haseyo from Korea (Hello)</title><content type='html'>HEY ALL&lt;br /&gt;This is the first of three posts, that I hope to have completed by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get the normal stuff out of the way.  My House is small and smelly.  The food sucks hardcore but I'm starting to get used to it.  Basically Korean Food follows this one pattern.  Find a small bit of meat, fry it up with a crap load of vegetables and SPICE THE LOVING SHIT OUT OF IT and serve wth rice. (notice the lack of beverage, not a mistake on my part, the ban of every meal in korea) My classes are both good and bad, the older my classes are the better behaved they are.  So I'm really glad I got the oldest class of each time slot.  Got me a friend.  LOREN, he's cool, we are not alike at all except in our women hunting patterns.  But we like different styles of women so it works out. He's a wrestling coach from Wyoming and he might be more charming than me, which coming from me is saying alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115439856368787646?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115439856368787646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115439856368787646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115439856368787646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115439856368787646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/annyong-haseyo-from-korea-hello.html' title='Annyong Haseyo from Korea (Hello)'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-115109676847744481</id><published>2006-06-23T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:06:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Purpose</title><content type='html'>This blog has been mainly used for debate and discussion of issues of interest to me. As a way to see where my friends stand on those issues.  This however is about to change. As most of you are quite aware, I'm leaving the country very shortly.   So this will become my personal blog site for whats happening in my life in South Korea.  I will still be posting debate topics but mainly I will use the site for posting about my random adventures, so people can keep tabs on me. (I am aware of who you are, especially those assigned to me by KARMA.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my departure date fast approaching, I have begun to realize what all will change when I leave here.  Windsor is my home, and has been for almost 6 years.  Everyone I love is here, everyone I hate is here.  Most of my memories that I can recall take place here (even most of the ones I can't.) I have started to say GoodBye to people, mainly acquintances and co-workers and a few friends (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tear shed for the cool roommate&lt;/span&gt;.) I realized something that I was avoiding for quite awhile, I'm gonna be alone for quite sometime.  I'm not used to that since I moved into the Rankin house, I have always been surrounded by great people.  (Yes, I mean you!)  This experience will be the boldest thing I've done since walking home naked in the rain because as most of you know I love rain (am I kidding?)  As much as I deny it, I AM SCARED. I am nervous, I am confused, I am happy, I am excited, I am sad.  But most of all I am CONFUSED, I have sacrificed alot to be able to do this and doubting whether its worth it.  I haven't come to a decision on that yet but hopefully I will sometime and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how to end this and wanted something classy but then that just wouldn't be me.  So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata, BITCH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank You, Rayne; My alter ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBATE- Why do we say goodbye? For the chance it will be the last time we see each other and want to prepare ourselves or something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick ass and Chew Bubble Gum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-115109676847744481?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115109676847744481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=115109676847744481&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115109676847744481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/115109676847744481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/change-of-purpose.html' title='Change of Purpose'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-114237489034370920</id><published>2006-03-14T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:26:02.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Its been too long since I posted but when life doesn't give you time to think about school, things like this fall bythe wayside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This debate is quite personal to me so answer long and honest and dont be afraid to comment on other peoples thoughts.  But be gentle (i'm looking at you Matt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can art truly be defined? Or what is art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick Ass and Chew Bubble Gum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-114237489034370920?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/114237489034370920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=114237489034370920&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/114237489034370920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/114237489034370920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-113813993999697823</id><published>2006-01-24T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:58:59.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We go Again</title><content type='html'>Hello all&lt;br /&gt;New year, New Discussion&lt;br /&gt;Is there a style of Government that can make sure everyone of its people is content?&lt;br /&gt;If so, Which one?&lt;br /&gt;If not, Why Not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-113813993999697823?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/113813993999697823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=113813993999697823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113813993999697823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113813993999697823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-we-go-again_24.html' title='Here We go Again'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-113591076899661611</id><published>2005-12-29T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:46:09.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Three</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Discussion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euthanasia&lt;br /&gt;Does a person have the right to choose when to die? &lt;br /&gt;And also if a person wants to die but cannot do it themselves, is it murder to grant their request?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-113591076899661611?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/113591076899661611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=113591076899661611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113591076899661611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113591076899661611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2005/12/number-three.html' title='Number Three'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-113518219188416665</id><published>2005-12-21T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:23:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Debate</title><content type='html'>For the Holiday Season, I got this debate brought forward in my mind.  This one is not as controversial but I still want here you thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;Is Merry Christmas an exceptable greeting for the season?&lt;br /&gt;Yes or No (or do you not care?)&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you to all, who posted on the first post and continue posting)&lt;br /&gt;Kick Ass and Chew Bubble Gum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-113518219188416665?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/113518219188416665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=113518219188416665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113518219188416665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113518219188416665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2005/12/next-debate.html' title='Next Debate'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-113476452549007872</id><published>2005-12-16T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:22:05.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Use For This Blog</title><content type='html'>I was debating whether to change this blog into a personal site and I decided against it becasue I'd get bored and then close it down.  So I thought about it and choose to make it a debate blog.  Every week or so I will but up a Conrtoversial Issue then Everybody Posts up with the side there on and why. I think this will fun but don't take it TOO seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBATE # 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stem Cell Research and Cloning - Are you for or against?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-113476452549007872?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/113476452549007872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=113476452549007872&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113476452549007872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113476452549007872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2005/12/use-for-this-blog.html' title='A Use For This Blog'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19780719.post-113433451805274236</id><published>2005-12-11T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T12:55:18.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog started</title><content type='html'>I started this just so i could post one comment, but you never know i might continue to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19780719-113433451805274236?l=feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/feeds/113433451805274236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19780719&amp;postID=113433451805274236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113433451805274236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19780719/posts/default/113433451805274236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feedingtheguilt.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-started.html' title='Blog started'/><author><name>Guilt grows deep within the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03394011173233102634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
