<?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-5334368264884932118</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:57:42.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressions of Everything NaSs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-2151007553963891065</id><published>2010-06-07T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:40:36.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you listen or just hear me?</title><content type='html'>There's a difference between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone says they heard something they don't always know exactly what it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard a sound"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sound you heard it but you didnt understand wtf it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you listen, things become clearer, you start to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding is important, because empathy is important. When people speak there are emotions and thoughts that are trying to communicate with you. Words without meaning are nothing, but the words will always have meaning. It's up to you whether you hear, or you listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-2151007553963891065?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/2151007553963891065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-you-listen-or-just-hear-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2151007553963891065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2151007553963891065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-you-listen-or-just-hear-me.html' title='did you listen or just hear me?'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-5805127342260110062</id><published>2010-06-03T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:49:53.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>i'm on track ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-5805127342260110062?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/5805127342260110062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/5805127342260110062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/5805127342260110062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-1556718842935201408</id><published>2010-05-27T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:41:25.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought..</title><content type='html'>When you really want something, like really want something, something you've been wanting for a long time. You work hard for it, and you're patient. You'll do what needs to be done to get it. You try to get it and you fail, not once but numerous times. Your desire is still strong though. So you work harder and you stay persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally get it. You tell yourself you're going to cherish it, treat it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us stay true to this, you appreciate what you've earned and you continue to work hard to maintain what you have because you don't know how long its going to be there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other had, some of us, most of us take it for granted, content with what you've achieved, with the mentality that what you've done is enough. You get lazy, what you have becomes damaged, tired and worn out. Before you know it, it's gone, and you're sitting there alone, back where you started, wondering "what did i do?". And the simple answer is... nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did nothing. So you get nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just work hard to achieve it, work hard to keep it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-1556718842935201408?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/1556718842935201408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/1556718842935201408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/1556718842935201408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-thought.html' title='just a thought..'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-4381444081973960603</id><published>2010-05-26T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:53:30.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE! Let's do this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farrrrkkk&lt;/span&gt; its been a while since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; done this huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so here's the update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Am I on top of uni work???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; changing my major....and i wanna withdraw ASAP..so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do I have a well balanced social life...well i have a girlfriend now =D which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;been spending a lot of time with her though...I mean at the start it was good but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saving moneys? nope...waiting for some pay to come in then i should be okay...i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Read more books? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; even tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clean my room - its not too bad now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I've kinda regressed to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chode&lt;/span&gt; ways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda self-loathing, depressing etc etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been to the gym in a while either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty stressed lately =/ just with uni and work and having a girlfriend and trying to hang out with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really no-ones fault but my own...i can't seem to rationalise what's good for me in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find some structure in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like myself at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" and I see a lot of myself in Peter Brenner. I remember when she said "I was tired of looking after you, when you wouldn't look after yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like, now, that i have a girlfriend i just become so complaisant with every other part of my life. Which is REALLY bad. I don't want my girlfriend looking after me! makes me a bad boyfriend. It's not manly at all, I want to be looking after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am dealing with at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress with juggling Uni and work.&lt;br /&gt;Still not used to having a Step mum.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me miss my mum.&lt;br /&gt;And financially i'm not as well off as i used to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it makes me feel crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend bought me an Emporio Armani watch cos she wanted to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;which was nice, its was the watch i've been eyeing for a while =).&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile, but short lived, you know....love her for trying though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i'm withdrawn from the course should be better, 1 less thing to worry about, once i start working more hours, financially i should be fine so 2 less things to worry about =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to hit the gym hard. my gym buddy is coming back from the philippines so i'm looking forward to that =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be okay =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-4381444081973960603?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/4381444081973960603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-lets-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/4381444081973960603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/4381444081973960603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-lets-do-this.html' title='UPDATE! Let&apos;s do this!'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-8394698242918877405</id><published>2010-03-10T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:48:19.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay okay okay</title><content type='html'>I need my list back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm regressing to old habits and it feels yuuuccckkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get on top of University Work.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously....Seriously&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll assign a time during the week where i have to buckle down and do the shit! even if its only a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a well balanced social life. Go out n be the shit, meet new people, make new friends, aquaintences and maybe some girls haha ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Save moneys. Probably go to free clubs if i go out and maybe entrance fee clubs every second time I go out. Eat home cooked meals haha. shizz like that maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read more books! expand my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Clean my room...yeah...pridday rank in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-8394698242918877405?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/8394698242918877405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-okay-okay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/8394698242918877405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/8394698242918877405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-okay-okay.html' title='okay okay okay'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-4631782246362580914</id><published>2010-03-09T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:41:12.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do this...</title><content type='html'>Look at yourself totally objectively, physically, emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-4631782246362580914?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/4631782246362580914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/4631782246362580914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/4631782246362580914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-this.html' title='Do this...'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-2772790101495080930</id><published>2010-02-25T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:53:17.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRAAAP the list</title><content type='html'>all i wanna do is just live...LIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pleased with my progress into becoming the best me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not there yet, but farrk i can feel it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-2772790101495080930?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/2772790101495080930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/02/scraaap-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2772790101495080930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2772790101495080930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/02/scraaap-list.html' title='SCRAAAP the list'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-8135391955748676159</id><published>2010-02-03T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:58:53.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i find it amusing</title><content type='html'>When people are talking to you and they throw out ambiguous/vague statements that lead you to ask them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amusing part is that they usually do it on purpose cos they want you to ask them about it. That way it's not percieved as bragging because YOU asked them about it, or they want some kind of sympathy. Point is they fish for a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common example is facebook statuses, people that have there status as "6 days left" or something so you ask "6 days till what?" they say "till something EPIC happens that's so much better that whatever you've got planned in 6 days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or "had enough, i'm over it" so you ask "over what?" they say "sook, sook, whinge, whinge, emo, emo, sook, sook, whinge, whinge" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil pet peev of mine i guess..=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i admit i've probably done it a couple times before... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-8135391955748676159?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/8135391955748676159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-find-it-amusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/8135391955748676159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/8135391955748676159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-find-it-amusing.html' title='i find it amusing'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-3138510306080942005</id><published>2010-01-26T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:29:33.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to Philippines and Malaysia yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually go to do stuff other than shopping and meeting family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I got to drive in Malaysia which was pretty cool and frightening at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Since our hotel was linked to a mall i was able to explore on my own without the fear of getting lost in a foreign country haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- In the mall there were numerous fast-food joints that i hadn't tried...i tried them all haha. California Pizza Kitchen, Popeyes, Carl's Jr, TGI Fridays to name a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Philippines i got to fire a bunch of guns, at inanimate objects, which was fun, apparrently my shot is pretty good =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I also got to enjoy the nightlife in Zamboanga, went clubbing with my cousins and had my first red horse experience and i got lucky that night too haha. Anastasia was her name and she could daaanncee. We even did the cha-cha in the club. Definitely a night i'll put in my history books haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably the best trip overseas EVAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOW i'm back in Australia...and it's a wierd feeling. I've been trying to get back into the swing of things and its just not working for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm unfit, i couldnt even do 2 sets of chin ups at the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lost some game. Went to the club and felt shy as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mind isnt all there. I find myself saying things that don't make much sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I blame it on the trip..I'm gonna call it Behavioural Travel Regression Syndrome (BTRS for short).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's when you go away to another place for an extended period of time and in that time, because you're not in a place of familiarity and are forced to change and adapt to a new lifestyle completely different to what you had at home, your behavioural level regresses as each day passes by without each quality of you fails to be practiced and you forget. Statistics say you forget 80% of what you've learnt each day. Each day you learn to adapt to your new environment you forget part of the knowledge you once had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The way i've decided to overcome this is to create a checklist for 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That way i have direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-3138510306080942005?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/3138510306080942005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-went-to-philippines-and-malaysia-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/3138510306080942005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/3138510306080942005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-went-to-philippines-and-malaysia-yo.html' title='I went to Philippines and Malaysia yo!'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-7726201155427859147</id><published>2009-10-22T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:50:33.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>my writing is ridiculous haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-7726201155427859147?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/7726201155427859147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/7726201155427859147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/7726201155427859147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-37803830821199824</id><published>2009-10-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:48:23.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your Worth</title><content type='html'>You Deserve The Best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all comes back to confidence. Don't let people take advantage of your good nature and don't let people get in the way of your direction. Let people know you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an individual, try to understand where you are and where you want to be. Whether it be socially within a group friends, academically or in your career. Look at what you have done, what you need to improve on and what you need to do. That is your direction, don't let anyone sway you otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people say or do something you don't agree with, speak up, it might sting them a little but it'll open their eyes. Personally, I appreciate and respect the friends that are straight forward and honest to me more than friends that tend to beat around the bush, because their insight gives me the information I need to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find that your life is a little off track or you find that you've made some mistakes. Pick yourself up and learn from it. Maintain a positive attitude even in darkest of times, because sometimes you need to get a little lost to find your way. It's the way life works, we grow and become wiser through mistakes and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to do, know that you deserve the best. Once you've found the tools to get there, be patient. Just because a doctor has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scalpel&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean he's ready to operate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-37803830821199824?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/37803830821199824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/know-your-self-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/37803830821199824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/37803830821199824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/know-your-self-worth.html' title='Know Your Worth'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-6414437956183380715</id><published>2009-10-06T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:01:37.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving (girls) GOOD/DECENT Complements</title><content type='html'>is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hott&lt;/span&gt;/Sexy/Gorgeous/Pretty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have Nice Boobs/Nice Eyes/Nice Hair/Nice Legs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in my opinion are used too often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that they're bad compliments, but they're not personal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd use one of those complements maybe once to a girl and never use it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe the nice boobs one....depends on the timing and who it is =P otherwise i would never use it...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think i ever have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i found that compliments that get the most response are those that uniquely suit her.&lt;br /&gt;A compliment that isnt generic to be used on every other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess because they notice you notice them. then you can put on notice that you notice her noticing that you notice her. =P (a lil quote from Fresh Prince hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From observation, knowing that most girls like going shopping and they put a lot of effort into picking out the right outfit...its only fitting (no pun intended) to say that girls would respond well to a guy complementing their clothes/accessories/shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that girls especially like it when guys notice they've done something different with their hair. Especially when its something as subtle as a trim or change of hair colour that isnt far off the colour you had before. They'll always tell you when you're the first one to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the compliment goes the same for anyone really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best compliments are those that praise the individual in a way that you can't compliment someone else. It shows that you appreciate and respect them as a person, not a piece of meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-6414437956183380715?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/6414437956183380715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/giving-girls-good-complements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/6414437956183380715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/6414437956183380715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/giving-girls-good-complements.html' title='Giving (girls) GOOD/DECENT Complements'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-2567652426276967928</id><published>2009-10-05T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:58:29.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding balance</title><content type='html'>its difficult finding a good middle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With anything really, work and play, fun and discretion even physically trying to balance something is pretty hard, keeping physical balance is hard...fuckin hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of one thing is never good. except money...omg imagine if you had too much money...if there were such a thing...i'd hell jizz hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annyyhooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're doing the right thing when you wake up the next day and you dont have any worries. If ur stressed, or confused about something you've probably got an imbalance in your life. Think carefully about where you're letting yourself down and make a goal to improve. Your goal will be your motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-2567652426276967928?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/2567652426276967928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/finding-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2567652426276967928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2567652426276967928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/finding-balance.html' title='finding balance'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-5621415169831331866</id><published>2009-10-04T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:55:03.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when it all falls down</title><content type='html'>Dont you hate it when multiple aspects of your life seem to stuff up at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its stressful. Too many problems at one time will cause headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise is to focus less on the problem itself and focus on the solution. Thats the only way you're ever going to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier said than done, I know, but you have to think of what's going to be better for you in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really struggling, vent out your problems to someone close, they might even help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling yourself "life's a bitch" won't solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep On Keepin On - Joe Dirt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-5621415169831331866?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/5621415169831331866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-it-all-falls-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/5621415169831331866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/5621415169831331866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-it-all-falls-down.html' title='when it all falls down'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-7803817112300412519</id><published>2009-09-23T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:42:55.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new direction</title><content type='html'>so i deleted a bunch of past posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for obvious reasons...they were just bullshit hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they definately werent in line with the direction i wanna go with these blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my latest blogs i think really distinguish my current state of mind, which is what i want to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could call it a new chapter in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm in a place right now where i know where i stand and i know where i want to go, at least for the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see whatever the future throws at me...i'm pretty sure i'm ready now haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-7803817112300412519?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/7803817112300412519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-direction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/7803817112300412519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/7803817112300412519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-direction.html' title='new direction'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-683848826767597397</id><published>2009-09-23T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:57:31.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;simple as that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-683848826767597397?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/683848826767597397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/683848826767597397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/683848826767597397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-bullshit.html' title='no bullshit'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-8616449391595016892</id><published>2009-09-22T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:41:10.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, No, Maybe&lt;br /&gt;This, That, Here, There&lt;br /&gt;Now, Later, Earlier, Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moulding your &lt;strong&gt;future&lt;/strong&gt;, creating your &lt;strong&gt;destiny &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a choice determines what is, has, will, and will never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some take time to sit on the fence with only the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the possibility&lt;br /&gt;Living in a world with maybes, buts, not sures and i don't knows&lt;br /&gt;Too concerned about the &lt;em&gt;perceptions and opinons&lt;/em&gt; of those around them&lt;br /&gt;Showing signs of a frightened soul&lt;br /&gt;Illuding to a life with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no goal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know who you are, to know the choice, to know the way your path will move&lt;br /&gt;Will eventually come to the point where you are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to follow through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-8616449391595016892?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/8616449391595016892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/choice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/8616449391595016892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/8616449391595016892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-2567913798592504676</id><published>2009-09-20T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:47:39.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few things</title><content type='html'>1. Daring to be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i've made a decision to do something about me. doin me, looking out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;i made a personal goal to become more confident. in a sense that i can go out in the world and carry myself with pride about who i am and just fuck the haters and what they think, cos this is me and there's no reason in this world to why i should be ashamed of it. if u dont like it so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not cocky tho...there's a difference between the two just to get that straight.&lt;br /&gt;there's a difference between bein up yourself and being proud of urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur confident and it shows u dont need to tell ppl ur the shit, cos they'll know, by ur presence ur aura n thats the kinda respect i want. not so much ppl think i'm the shit (wudnt mind tho, ha!). but just having people seeing who i am and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i was prolly more cocky than confident. sometimes in a dickhead way, but usually in a humorous way so wasnt tooo bad. but the thing that i was annoyed most about myself was that i wasnt true to myself. i didnt keep it real, didnt tell it how it was, beating around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;I was too scared, too self concious, too neurotic about what ppls perceptions were. Sometimes i'd find myself just telling ppl just what they wanna hear cos i'd be too scared i'd get teared up if i said what i really think.&lt;br /&gt;but whhooo giivess a shiiiittt. from now on, i'm keepin it real, if it goes wrong like on the chappelle show, so be it, its what i think, why should i be ashamed of my personal opinion and views you know, i'd rather be hated for who i am than for someone i'm not or some u want me to be. Bare in mind tho, u gotta keep in line, somethings are better off left unsaid. if there's something that if i kept it real would offend some1 then i'll close my mouth, i'm not talking Kanye West at the VMA's keep it real, i'm just talking like "i wanna be confident about who i am" keeping it real haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Awareness and Confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why wait for the new year for a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DON'T EVER MEET UP WITH A PERSON UR INTERESTED IN, IF THE ENVIRONMENT OR NATURE OF IT IS OUT OF UR ELEMENT...EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, worst decision u could ever make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will fuck it up for u&lt;br /&gt;make u look like a douche&lt;br /&gt;they'll think "wtf did u come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened to me just recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl i'm kinda sussing out, kinda interested in, her best friend was havin her bday and she was wondering if i wanted to come. at first i thought a couple of my buddies wudv come along but they didnt (i dont think it wudv helped much anyway) so i ended up goin alone. So i went there NOT THINKING...BY MYSELF....(i'm such an asshole for goin) anyway i got there i've met some of her friends b4 but never really spoken to them so it was awkward already, but i said hi to her and her friends, and in the keepin it real fashion i told the girl she looked hott, she said thank you and we carried on to the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as a lil sidenote: pretty much each time i've gone to the club with this girl i've been the dude she's danced with, no matter if there was another dude there she was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got to the dance floor she introduced me to a guy friend of hers, he was a lot shorter and a lot smaller than me. so i was like meh he's got nothing on me. now when he got to dancing, of corz naturally, because of past experiences i expected her to come dance with me, but she didnt. she danced with this short small dude that was wearing a v-neck bonds undershirt...and she was like having her leg between his and his leg between hers, i was like damn she never danced like that with me b4. so i went n got something to drink try to get a lil faded so i wudnt think about it so much. like so what she's dancing with sum other dude, i thought i'd try to find me a hoe of my own to dance with...but i cudnt find anyone....it was full of white ugly chicks or girls that were like late 20s or some shit. n then they decided to go to another club. I shouldv went home, but i thought it was kinda rude to just bail so i went to the other club and same thing happened there she started dancing on the dude and her other 2 friends left to buy drinks so it was just the 3 of us there so i was like fuuuck that i'm not being 3 wheel i'm getting the fuck out. so i didnt say gbye i just left and never looked back. i'm glad i did BUT i really shudnt have gone in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she obviously isnt in to me, i thought she was a lil but now i know she's not, i mean even if i didnt go she wudv still danced up that dude. sooo i'm dooonee with her for like the 3rd time haha&lt;br /&gt;but like she was saying wassup to me after she broke up with her bf so naturally i was like damn if she wants me on the rebound i'll take it =P cos i used to hve crzy feelings for her but since then i've grown brains and have learnt to think with my head not with my heart. cos i'm too young to get caught up with 1 girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big ups to the dude tho haha, i wanted to dance with her, but i'm not one to cockblock XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads to no.3 DONT GET EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED WITH SOMEONE UR NOT SURE LIKES U BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically once u find out they dont feel they way about u they way u want them to it hurts, a lot. and sometimes it can take a long time to recover. it fades n blurs ur judgement, and guys it turns u to the nice guy which take u to the friend zone which sux. u start to over analyse stuff and having these expectations that will just end up in disappointment. it shouldnt be that hard and stressful, if u like sum1 be real and be urself, tell them straight up, "i like u, lets go out". if its meant to be they'll say yes. its that simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be real with ur self, understand that its possible that they dont like u, and u have to be able to accept that when u find out. if it does turn out that way dw, if it wasnt meant to be then it wasnt meant to be. move on and ur time will come. focus on u cos u are ur biggest investment. dont waste time on tissues and chick flicks wondering why they dont like u back and think its the end of the world. if they dont like u for who u are, they dont deserve you, move on so u can find sum1 that does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-2567913798592504676?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/2567913798592504676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2567913798592504676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2567913798592504676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-things.html' title='a few things'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334368264884932118.post-2390629372931139164</id><published>2009-09-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:21:15.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls with Bad Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls are attracted to bad boys/assholes/dickheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true and most girls would admit it. It's ridiculous right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to share with you MY theory and thoughts on this issue and hopefully it'll give you fellas some insight$ and you ladies something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, most obvious question is WHY, Why do girls fall for bad boys?&lt;br /&gt;It's cos girls like a Work In Progress, bad boys are a work in progress. Ladies have this idea that they can change a man and shape a man into the perfect man. They don't want someone who is already ideal, the find it boring...no challenge. With a dickhead she gets to fuss with his mind n style and shape him in to the man she wants him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say something to the ladies. GUYS DONT CHANGE WE ADAPT. You can't change who someone is as a person, its inbuilt personality we wont change. U will find though in the first few weeks the dickheads will be a gentleman, he'll do anything you say, like a fuckin lap dog. BUT after he gets into ur delicates and gets u there, NO DOUBT he's just gonna be a dick again. In conclusion u cant change a dude, he'll work around wat ur into and wat ur not and be perfect only until u have sex. Its wrong, but 9/10 times its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice if u want a certain kind of guy, look for him, dont just get sum dude just cos he's atractive enough and u believe he'll change for u...wont happen. Wait for the right guy to come, it might take a lil longer, but it'll save u a lot stress and there will be lesser chance of getting hurt. Like i dont get how ppl dont get a bad boy will treat u bad, good boy will treat u good, that simple. but in reality the mentality is bad boy will eventually treat me good. if u think like that ur delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334368264884932118-2390629372931139164?l=eoenass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/feeds/2390629372931139164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-with-bad-boys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2390629372931139164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334368264884932118/posts/default/2390629372931139164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoenass.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-with-bad-boys.html' title='Girls with Bad Boys'/><author><name>NassBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776295067972891460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlzsl4b3_5I/SdZIDXkrjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2SUs3f_kjjY/S220/hi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
