<?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-5541167774282349144</id><updated>2011-10-06T10:30:24.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>herro, ma nem ees stenny</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6479471890255538102</id><published>2011-04-19T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:52:53.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just wonder what it's like to feel love again. Sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6479471890255538102?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6479471890255538102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-i-just-wonder-what-its-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6479471890255538102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6479471890255538102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-i-just-wonder-what-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8077450835499193613</id><published>2011-04-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:10:34.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Memories That Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping and then felt something touch crotch area. Looking up, I saw John smiling holding a plate of food and smiling. I looked at my crotch area and saw another plate for me. Loaded on the plate was an omelet, and a small side of waffles topped with reduced strawberries and whip cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, I was living in a house with Andrew, Howard, and John. I remember when Tiffany (Howard's GF) brought over her chunky friend from Vegas. We were all in the garage at that moment. The two girls left and Howard said something to me and Andrew along the lines of "That fat bitch...etc etc." Howard left and came back minutes later saying how Tiffany heard him and that he's in trouble. By this time Andrew and I were hella drunk and as we played the couple in beer pong, we kept laughing immaturely knowing that they're mad at each other. Sorry I added fuel to the fire but it was too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In elementary school, I remember Oai and I LOVED to play at the park. We would go on the swings every single day after school and just play. One specific thing I remember doing each day we were there was go on the swings and jump off of them doing various tricks and flips. This includes (but not limited to): doing backflips, 180's, 360's, 540's, benihanas, and suck-it's (derived from X-Pac of WWF.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GGwOxhkoP4"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GGwOxhkoP4&lt;/a&gt;). We were so good, or so we thought, that we wanted to be authors of an illustration "how-to" book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oai, Sunny, Chung, and I created this group when we were younger. We called it the "Ultimate 4." This group was created so we can make money and be of good citizens to our society. Our target market were mainly homeowners who needed chores or errands done so they can actually enjoy their lives. Yes, the Ultimate 4 could do anything from mowing lawns to babysitting. I think the only money we made was from having a lame garage sale that got us 30 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new roommates showed me and Henry a picture on facebook for a group of people. At first they just showed the small icon and then they asked us who was the cutest one. We pointed at some girl and then asked us if we thought she was pretty and asked us if we would date her. We both agreed and said yes. When they clicked on the icon to the big picture it was Pam, our other roommate -___-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8077450835499193613?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8077450835499193613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-memories-that-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8077450835499193613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8077450835499193613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-memories-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Random Memories That Make Me Smile'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8612444720874229179</id><published>2011-03-23T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:12:51.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes</title><content type='html'>Notes to a few like I usually do even though most of them don't read it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry, Sunny, Pam, future roommate (probably AJW204: &lt;/span&gt;I'm so glad I moved in. During this period of my life and I guess how I am currently feeling (negative), I would choose moving in with you guys as my bright spot. I'm happy I'm with 3 of my best friends and a girl who I can see being really close with. Drama probably will happen and we may have our moments of disagreements, but I'm sure we'll be fine. Cheers to a new beginning in a lot of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eileen: &lt;/span&gt;Since you wrote something pretty sweet about me I figure I should just let you know how I feel and something I remember about you. I remember during pledging that you were hecka crying when we did the candle thing. And I remember what you said, was the first time I felt special in a long time. I don't really know if you meant what you said about the whole class, but I felt special and I appreciate you telling me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PGF: &lt;/span&gt;Hi. Please don't forget to treat me out to gelato for our 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th. Don't forget about our pinkie promise that we made the other day when we last hung out. I take promises pretty seriously and I expect you to keep yours! Lastly and MOST IMPORTANTLY, don't fade away because I already see it happening :( P.S. I need to go back to Ross to get another matching pebbly rug for the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3000 and My Chinese Cousin&lt;/span&gt;: I honestly miss you guys. I know I say it a lot, and yeah, maybe I never call or text you, but I do think of both of you quite frequently. I wish we were closer but wishing never does anything does it? I'm sorry I kinda lost touch with you guys but I hope you know that WHEN WE DO EVENTUALLY hang out again, it'll be pretty awesome and we can exchange those stories like we always do. I guess that's what makes our relationship special, that we can share stories with people I hardly see but I feel comfortable to do it and feel...COOL. Or at least that's how I see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8612444720874229179?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8612444720874229179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/03/notes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8612444720874229179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8612444720874229179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/03/notes.html' title='Notes'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-386057224890083275</id><published>2011-03-23T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:42:07.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired right now from "studying." I guess that's code for facebook, aim, youtube, and texting on my phone. I know it's been a minute or two since I've actually wrote things down on here and not delete it, but I'm going to try my best to write something I would like to read back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week wasn't the best for me...or at least hasn't been the best. Just a lot of unfortunate events and discoveries that happened in addition to midterms before spring break 2011. I would normally look forward to the break to finally relieve myself of the stress and whatnot, but I feel like there's just hella shit goin' through my head that I KNOWWWWW I shouldn't be worrying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-6 years in multiple relationships. now i'm single. having the time of my life. not ready for a relationship. feelin' lonely sometimes. BUT I can't even find that interest for a girl. I don't want a girlfriend, but I want someone to WOW me and excite me and make me feel like I'm in love. BUT not have me be their boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated, I know. But there's nothing I can/will do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-386057224890083275?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/386057224890083275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-so-tired-right-now-from-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/386057224890083275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/386057224890083275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-so-tired-right-now-from-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2406725116511331151</id><published>2011-01-08T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:29:26.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE 2010/NY2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have never done anything worthy of mentioning for New Years Eve...that is, until this year. I had requested it off from work, sacrificing my Christmas eve, Christmas day, and the day after Christmas. The past years were rather uneventful because of a whole array of reasons ranging from having stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gfs&lt;/span&gt;, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;under aged&lt;/span&gt;, or simply being broke. However, this year I am single, 22 years old, and have a steady flow of income that keeps my wallet a healthy weight - not obese but certainly not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anorexic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Years Eve couldn't have come at any better time. Viet and I pack our belongings, a mere backpack for me,  and met up with his friends from Sacramento. I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty nervous riding the elevator and knocking on the hotel door waiting to see the faces of the two on the other side. Viet had already mentioned that he showed interest in one of the girls so the other girl and I would naturally gravitate towards each other. Since this is the first time I'm meeting her, it'd be like a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As awkward as it could have been, alcohol definitely makes things a lot easier. So club ROE itself was alright. Note to self, open bar is too amazing to ever pass up (assuming I have the money). The first thing Viet and I did when we got into the club was head over to the bar, slam our fists and said "2 shots of patron, and two long vodka redbulls!" The night was dwindling away as the four of us got ridiculously drunk to the point where one of the girls fell causing an innocent bystander to fall as well. The countdown was an actual disappointment but the copious amounts of champagne that I drank made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour of the two girls throwing up, we got a ride back to the quaint city of Emeryville with our hotel humbly situated next to the bay bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we slept well. The next morning, we laid in bed until 5 until we finally  decided to go eat the 3 in 1 breakfast/lunch/dinner at Sunny's sushi restaurant. And again after, back to the hotel to lay in our 2 queen beds having deep conversations and playing "I Have Never." Eventually, we got sleepy and called it a night. We were woke up once more the next day until it was time for us to check out. I think this is the most I've ever laid down and done nothing all day. Very unproductive day to say the least, but it was a nice change of pace in my life. Thank you friends for giving me the best new years I've ever had so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs791.ash1/168183_10150112532278523_527403522_7462637_4537495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs791.ash1/168183_10150112532278523_527403522_7462637_4537495_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose I'll do one of those generic reflections on the previous year. 2010... It rivals 2008 for the title of the most depressing point in my life. Breaking hearts and getting your heart broken are two different extremes that I've experienced. As contradicting as it sounds, 2010 was one of the best years of my life. I had one of my lowest points of my life, but asides from that, I have learned so much more and met so many great people the second half of the year. It has been trickling into the beginning of the new year. Cheers to 2011 for being an even better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2406725116511331151?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2406725116511331151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/01/nye-2010ny2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2406725116511331151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2406725116511331151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/01/nye-2010ny2011.html' title='NYE 2010/NY2011'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2270386568665683004</id><published>2011-01-07T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:49:17.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value</title><content type='html'>The thought of dropping someone from my life has crossed my mind; in  fact many times did I wish certain people never existed on this planet.  These creatures that exists, as with cockroaches and flies, show little  to no value to me. This leads me to think what I'm worth in the society  that we live in and leads me wondering how I can gain value through  other people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I always get dropped/sacrificed for the benefit of a relationship? Then, have them realize that it's not worth it. They didn't realize what was good until it went missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2270386568665683004?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2270386568665683004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/01/value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2270386568665683004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2270386568665683004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2011/01/value.html' title='Value'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6013819490266181117</id><published>2010-11-12T03:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:29:42.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaktime</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here at a quarter past 3 (am, that is) just sipping Blue Moon, Winter Abbey Ale and thinking about a few things that has been running through my head lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hate seeing girls cry. It bothers me when one of my friends are crying and every time you hang out with them, they don't have that usual smile on their face. It hurts me to see them go through problems in their life that I do not have control over. What's worse is if they're cute :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how some relationships turn out. Take a look at me and my relationship with Kim K. We don't speak to each other and I am 99% over her. I browse through my private blog entries I wrote about her and I can hardly believe the sentences that came out of my mouth. I told my friend that was going through some problems with her relationship, and it made me realize that a lot of girls are stuck with a guy who is perfect for them in every way except one. The thing that he isn't good at is actually the one of the most important thing a guy should be good at in a relationship. No one is perfect but choose a guy/girl who's bad trait is something you don't care as much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been cold, but this morning is probably the coldest its been for a while. It kinda reminds me of how cold Japan is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6013819490266181117?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6013819490266181117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/11/breaktime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6013819490266181117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6013819490266181117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/11/breaktime.html' title='Breaktime'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8488788317995633096</id><published>2010-11-01T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:13:46.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Eight ways to win my heart</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have a really nice smile&lt;/span&gt;, you automatically attract me more than those that don't. I'm talking about smiles that are/look truly genuine. Those kinds of smiles let me know so much about you. That's the reason why I'm in love with Rachel McAdams after watching Wedding Crashers and Mila Kunis after watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't mind getting a little dirty. &lt;/span&gt;I like girly girls, but something about &lt;span&gt;a girl who isn't TOO afraid of picking up a random bug or a girl who wants to help change a spare tire when it blows out instead of sitting in the car makes me like them. I guess because I stereotype girls in a way that when I find one that breaks the stereotype, I find them unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food is key to any man's heart. &lt;/span&gt;Randomly show up at my doorstep with food and no matter how much homework/chores I have to do at home, I will sit and eat with you. Share food with me. Ask me if I wanna eat. Invite me over for dinner. Randomly know that I'm starving and save your Maggiano's leftover for me. Cook me food even if you can't cook, and I'll still eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've always liked when girls have little siblings, cousins, nieces, and nephews to take care of.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you might not necessarily like kids, showing me that you can take care of one&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel like...damn, you're gonna be my baby's mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Please be active. Or at least healthy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't need a girlfriend that is skinny or has that model body. If you are healthy/active, you're in good enough shape for me.&lt;/span&gt; I just don't like hearing when girls complain about how fat they are (even if they're not), yet you see them binging on junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't talk too much shit for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;Guys talk shit. Girls talk shit/gossip. I talk shit. But there's a difference between talking shit when there is and isn't a valid reason to. When a stranger walks by you and he/she isn't the best looking person, don't tell me that. Be a nice person and keep bad thoughts to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am an optimistic person. I try to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay positive&lt;/span&gt; no matter what. It's a nice change of pace finding someone like me in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;, you tell me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can handle yourself&lt;/span&gt; and you have the ability to handle me. I guess, it tells me that you can take care of someone because you are already taking care of yourself well. Shit, this is hard to explain. Let me put this in a question format...How do you love someone else if you can't love yourself?&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/5541167774282349144-8488788317995633096?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8488788317995633096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-eight-ways-to-win-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8488788317995633096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8488788317995633096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-eight-ways-to-win-my-heart.html' title='Day 3: Eight ways to win my heart'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-622679079095157052</id><published>2010-10-24T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:56:02.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Nine things about yourself</title><content type='html'>1. I am currently a pledge for AKPsi. At times, I don't know if all this is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One of my biggest fear is rejection. If you haven't noticed, that's why I don't like dancing up on random girls at the club. &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I'm alone at home, I never feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I lived in SF, I would sometimes walk around in my room completely naked with the windows wide open wondering if anyone sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Even though I'm glad I don't have a girlfriend, I feel REALLY REALLY lonely at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I think the three best things the Vietnamese offer to this world is women, pho, and soda lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cheating on significant others can be justified. I've done it twice. One time is justified. I don't believe in "once a cheater always a cheater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've learned a lot about myself in 2010. More so than the last 10 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I never see myself as a leader, but I see myself growing and developing into one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-622679079095157052?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/622679079095157052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2-nine-things-about-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/622679079095157052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/622679079095157052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2-nine-things-about-yourself.html' title='Day 2: Nine things about yourself'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2275161691266457977</id><published>2010-10-21T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:01:50.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.</title><content type='html'>1. I miss you and I feel our relationship shifting into a bad direction. However, I'm always here if you need me even if I'm busy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're growing up to be such a good doggy :) Looks like Daddy raised you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have this feeling for you that I don't often get. And honestly I'm scared of what will become of us because of the way I'm feeling. I hope you stay in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fuck you, you snobby bitch. Once this is done and over with, I will not have to take any of this bullshit. I'll shove my fist down your throat if you say one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've heard a lot about you and I saw you for the first time the other day. You were sitting right next to me interviewing someone. And you are just as pretty as they say you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You made my day when you IM'd me at 4 in the morning asking if I was awake. Then when you figured I was sleeping, you told me you just wanted to say hi. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like how we are right now. Because you belong right there in my life. The list of people who I care about, but want nothing to do with. Over our friendship my respect for you has just gone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hope you remember to pay me back because I won't forget. Get your priorities straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You got this! I know you can do it. I'm glad you went to me for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Goodnight World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2275161691266457977?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2275161691266457977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-one-ten-things-you-want-to-say-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2275161691266457977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2275161691266457977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-one-ten-things-you-want-to-say-to.html' title='Day 1: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2164121063634957864</id><published>2010-10-21T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:13:02.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm copying Lisa a lot, but I'm gonna do there day to day survey crap. Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: Nine things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2164121063634957864?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2164121063634957864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-im-copying-lisa-lot-but-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2164121063634957864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2164121063634957864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-im-copying-lisa-lot-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-9222581348895898145</id><published>2010-10-14T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:53:08.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dog!</title><content type='html'>It's just a reflection of how I've been towards you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-9222581348895898145?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/9222581348895898145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/9222581348895898145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/9222581348895898145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-dog.html' title='Bad Dog!'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2709479050109606141</id><published>2010-10-07T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T02:35:59.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Accepting Membership</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've used photoshop, but I would like to introduce you guys to my new triad group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Sour Mustache Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Founders: S. Suen, Y. Su, S. Duong&lt;br /&gt;Organized: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Incorporated: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Mascot name: Dai Goh&lt;br /&gt;Logo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs724.snc4/64470_690386108658_11712885_38618736_5567669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 700px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs724.snc4/64470_690386108658_11712885_38618736_5567669_n.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/5541167774282349144-2709479050109606141?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2709479050109606141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-accepting-membership.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2709479050109606141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2709479050109606141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-accepting-membership.html' title='Now Accepting Membership'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8141121456183794759</id><published>2010-10-03T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:45:48.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grenade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYMTp0uCwDg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYMTp0uCwDg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna get popular. Enjoy it before it gets overplayed/overlisten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8141121456183794759?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8141121456183794759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/grenade_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8141121456183794759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8141121456183794759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/10/grenade_03.html' title='Grenade!'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8828475302609369484</id><published>2010-09-30T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:05:30.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/amNZZkRnMAw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/amNZZkRnMAw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8828475302609369484?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8828475302609369484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8828475302609369484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8828475302609369484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6531973986888863579</id><published>2010-09-29T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:17:23.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concussion</title><content type='html'>I have a minor concussion. I wish someone would have recorded that match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single leg takedown (2-0). He escapes (2-1). Bloodtime (I have a bloody nose). He shoots for double. Sprawl. Headlock when he comes up. Straight to back (7-1). Can't pin him. He eventually rolls and catches me on my back for a second (7-3). I escape (8-3). End of first round. Second round. He differs. Chose neutral. Take down (10-3). He espcapes (10-4). End of second round. Third round. He chooses down. I wanted optional start. Coach told me to keep him down for 30 more seconds to get riding time. I did. I slip and he reverses (10-6). I escape (11-6). He is frantic. Offense increases. He shoots. I change level and hit right above right my right eyebrow to top of his head. They call injury time for him, but I was still laying on the ground in pain. Gash/abrasion to my head. Blood on my hands. I stood up walking to the table. Wobble wobble. I felt dizzy. Eyes heavy. Get cleaned up. Continue to wrestle. He shoots. Almost got a takedown. I seatbelt and step over. He ends up on his back with me on top with a half nelson. I scream out "that's a pin! that's a pin!" to the referee. He slams the mat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6531973986888863579?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6531973986888863579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/concussion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6531973986888863579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6531973986888863579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/concussion.html' title='Concussion'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-4084416611709073989</id><published>2010-09-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:53:36.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6mhy750By1qcgt1yo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6mhy750By1qcgt1yo1_500.png" 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/5541167774282349144-4084416611709073989?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/4084416611709073989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4084416611709073989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4084416611709073989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6281204182448626606</id><published>2010-09-27T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T03:16:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentative</title><content type='html'>This is just a little agenda for me to remember all the many things I have to do this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class 10:30-11:45AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet up Sally for new agenda 12PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical Therapy 2PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work 5-9/10PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pledge Class meeting right after work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to condition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to set up network meetings for the week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to do HW (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to study for test (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exam in class 12-1:15PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big/Lil event in Pacifica room 4-6PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet with fundraising committee by BBC Garden Court 6:30PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrestling practice/check weight 8PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AlphaKappyPsi meeting BBC 326. Quiz on Greek alphabet 9PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to condition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to set up network meetings for the week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to do homework (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to study for test (Thursday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;HW due in class 10:30-11:45AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skyline Duals 5PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in before duals to condition/cut weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to set up network meetings for the week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find time in between to study for test (Tuesday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class 12-1:15PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midterm in class 3-5:45PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midterm in class 6-8:45PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6281204182448626606?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6281204182448626606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/tentative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6281204182448626606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6281204182448626606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/tentative.html' title='Tentative'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8666215933169472017</id><published>2010-09-19T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T04:16:35.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I, CH, NL, DS, LK,, NA, WA, HL</title><content type='html'>Last week, I found my friends blog and then I proceeded to tell her how emo her blog seems. She said to me that mine "is kinda emo too.." and for some unexplainable reason, something clicked. I know I've been going through rough times, but I'm a lot better now. But why must I continue to sound so sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few blogs I follow and a few people that verbally tell me their problems dealing with the opposite sex. And I get sad when I read it or hear it because I know to a certain degree how you feel, and I don't want you to feel that way. Each one of you possess a different twist to the drama like alternate endings in a movie. And all I want to tell you guys is that it's all going to get better. Someday, hopefully sooner, I'm going to read your happy blogs and listen to you telling me happy stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.catherineseven.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/happy-cat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.catherineseven.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/happy-cat.jpeg" 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/5541167774282349144-8666215933169472017?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8666215933169472017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-ch-nl-ds-lk-na-wa-hl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8666215933169472017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8666215933169472017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-ch-nl-ds-lk-na-wa-hl.html' title='I, CH, NL, DS, LK,, NA, WA, HL'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2828315252571094124</id><published>2010-09-13T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:24:55.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Sebastian</title><content type='html'>Things are really different in my life. All I seem to have time for now are the most important people in my life. I'm doing more this semester than I have in any other two semesters combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: Upper division business classes and core marketing classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business Logistics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consumer Behavior&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business Systems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marketing Communications&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marketing Research&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;On top of that, I'm attempting to join a business fraternity. I've already turned in my application and resume to Alpha Kappa Psi. I've heard that rushing for any fraternity is going to bring your grades down especially if you're working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: Still working at the Sheraton as usual. Luckily, my manager is understanding about my other priorities so she is going to be more lenient on the amount of hours I work and the days I can't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling: I wasn't so sure at first, but I have decided I want to continue with wrestling. I want to stay athletic, not just going to the gym and being fit. There is a difference. I wanna be a part of a team and compete against other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: Having a new dog is almost like having a baby. Clearly not as much work, but more work that most people expect. I love him so I try my best to make time for him. I basically try to plan out my day around him so I can watch him grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone take me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Donostia_Igeldotik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 4500px; height: 1246px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Donostia_Igeldotik.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/5541167774282349144-2828315252571094124?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2828315252571094124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/san-sebastian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2828315252571094124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2828315252571094124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/san-sebastian.html' title='San Sebastian'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3507824562750203384</id><published>2010-09-09T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:13:39.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooOOOOOOhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>She reminds me of you a lot. If I had to choose one person out of everyone that I have ever met or hung out with, she would be the one that makes me think of you the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's your height, your build, your booty, and has a nice smile. But aside from the physical... she laughs at the same stuff you do, dances the same way by herself, makes stupid faces in pictures, and she gets sleepy when she is buzzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really a good thing or a bad thing I suppose, but the similarities are there and I just find it...coincidental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3507824562750203384?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3507824562750203384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/ooooooooohhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3507824562750203384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3507824562750203384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/ooooooooohhhhhhh.html' title='oooOOOOOOhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2254786382425485009</id><published>2010-09-06T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:44:07.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one is for my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if lately you're experiencing difficulties portraying yourself as the person you really are. This entry was written for you to let you know that I don't think differently of you just because you act a certain way. I'll dance solo with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we don't hang out that much, nor do I really "know you" know you. But from what I do know, you're perfectly fine the way you are. Keep doing what you're doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2254786382425485009?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2254786382425485009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-one-is-for-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2254786382425485009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2254786382425485009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-one-is-for-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-5264436651186268957</id><published>2010-09-02T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:35:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazé</title><content type='html'>So my sister bought me a new puppy for my birthday! He's hella cute. GG for other dogs. I named him Kazé because it means wind in Japanese. Shiba Inu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs128.ash2/39745_138129819552167_100000654482278_225951_4934594_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs128.ash2/39745_138129819552167_100000654482278_225951_4934594_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs097.ash2/38188_138129902885492_100000654482278_225952_7262175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 558px; height: 700px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs097.ash2/38188_138129902885492_100000654482278_225952_7262175_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs233.snc4/39005_139732142725268_100000654482278_233911_4414318_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 405px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs233.snc4/39005_139732142725268_100000654482278_233911_4414318_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs281.snc4/40383_139732502725232_100000654482278_233913_789294_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 405px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs281.snc4/40383_139732502725232_100000654482278_233913_789294_n.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/5541167774282349144-5264436651186268957?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/5264436651186268957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/kaze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5264436651186268957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5264436651186268957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/09/kaze.html' title='Kazé'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-4479082610934715230</id><published>2010-08-19T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:56:20.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery</title><content type='html'>No doubt, the past two weeks were tough, but it's what happen in the last two weeks that's helped me move on more than anything. Just hanging out with certain people and whatnot has helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new kind of relationship with a friend (1). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's going away party and just enjoy the moment and the company (2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing and beer pong at my house (3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in the works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-4479082610934715230?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/4479082610934715230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/08/recovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4479082610934715230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4479082610934715230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/08/recovery.html' title='Recovery'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8237827543897625899</id><published>2010-08-05T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:38:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Bound.</title><content type='html'>You have me holding on to you and for whatever reason, it is nearly impossible to release myself from you. I have to constantly remind myself that everything is different than it use to be. The fact that you text me from time to time, or call me randomly makes me wonder how strongly you actually feel about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel, cruel situation. You've had enough of me for the time being and choose to hide into that little box of yours until you feel something is missing. And when you do notice, you toy with emotions by showing up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. You single-handedly mind fucked me so hard that it was the worst feeling I've had since I've met you. My favorite gift from you is now in my backyard shattered and broken into a couple hundred pieces. The tree in my backyard scarred with marks of a bat pounding on the trunk over and over and over and over and over and over again. Bat broken in half. People scared when they heard me screaming in my car at the lake. I lost control of my emotions and I couldn't bare to hold it in. I hurt you? Okay fine, let's call it even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the small event that you read this P.B., I swear to god you better take care of her. You better live up to her expectations, because even though I would have moved the Earth for her, she chose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Space Bound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8237827543897625899?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8237827543897625899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-have-me-holding-on-to-you-and-for_2024.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8237827543897625899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8237827543897625899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-have-me-holding-on-to-you-and-for_2024.html' title='Space Bound.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3435164103856595431</id><published>2010-07-23T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:53:13.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole World Stops and Stares...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5lO4hEAJHU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5lO4hEAJHU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen at 480. Bruno Mars - Just the Way You Are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3435164103856595431?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3435164103856595431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-world-stops-and-stares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3435164103856595431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3435164103856595431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-world-stops-and-stares.html' title='The Whole World Stops and Stares...'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6974067965847477927</id><published>2010-07-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:11:54.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things I want to improve on and accomplish in my life, but there is little time. I am at my prime age-wise, but physically and mentally I am not there. I'm having a tough time balancing my life and doing everything that I set out to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna travel. I wanna get fairly good at basketball. I wanna learn how to play volleyball. I wanna build the confidence to go up to a girl and ask her for her number. I wanna work. I wanna get an internship. I wanna join a business fraternity. I wanna be a lover. I wanna be a good friend. I wanna be stronger and bigger than I am now. I wanna have the body of a 100m or 200m track runner. I wanna make good money. I wanna make girls' jaws drop. I wanna make new friends. I wanna learn how to cut hair. I wanna bike more often as a hobby. I wanna be able to run a marathon or if not a half marathon. I wanna be interesting. I wanna learn to be fluent in Cantonese. I wanna learn how to cook better than I do now. I wanna be able to sing. I wanna keep all my promises. I wanna be a better brother and son. I wanna be independent and pay for every expense on my own. I wanna learn how to swim. I wanna be a better wrestler/grappler. I wanna be 100% proficient at photoshop. I wanna improve my vocabulary. I wanna be able to take pictures just like the ones from National Geographic. I want to be able to ballroom dance. I wanna do well in school. I wanna own a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6974067965847477927?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6974067965847477927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-so-many-things-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6974067965847477927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6974067965847477927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-so-many-things-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8836501312271205492</id><published>2010-07-13T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T02:11:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13002112&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13002112&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13002112"&gt;GenXGlow Electric Daisy Carnival Los Angeles 2010&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/bluedawnstudios"&gt;Blue Dawn Studios&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8836501312271205492?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8836501312271205492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/genxglow-electric-daisy-carnival-los.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8836501312271205492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8836501312271205492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/genxglow-electric-daisy-carnival-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6377695056220709934</id><published>2010-07-13T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:40:41.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keri</title><content type='html'>I've made up my mind. I've thought about it day in a day out whether Keri Hilson is worth pursuing. And I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though The past few days were probably the most depressing, and even though I wish I can spend the holidays with a star like you, it is too time consuming to think of, or even hope for a chance with someone who I don't think cares. I mean, you are Keri HIlson after all and I'm just Kanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_RqWocthcc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_RqWocthcc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hot as you are Keri Hilson, I don't know if it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6377695056220709934?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6377695056220709934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/keri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6377695056220709934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6377695056220709934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/keri.html' title='Keri'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8217977464230958203</id><published>2010-07-04T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:16:06.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--.--</title><content type='html'>me: you know me and you are on the same boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: ohh thats what my ex said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: he said "the time is not rightght" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: i cant be with you now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: some bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: it gets me fired up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i don't know if you notice, but i always talk to you or bother you because i feel like i have something in common with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: yeah i kinda noticed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: like we on the same fuckin' ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: not boat? but a ship ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: HAAHAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: it's a fuckin pirate ship alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: aye aye captain&lt;br /&gt;     i cant hear you&lt;br /&gt;     aye aye captain&lt;br /&gt;     ohh who lives in a pineapple under the sea??&lt;br /&gt;     sponge bob square pants! &lt;br /&gt;     ahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8217977464230958203?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8217977464230958203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8217977464230958203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8217977464230958203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='--.--'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6013400847425130293</id><published>2010-07-04T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:59:07.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love EDC 2010</title><content type='html'>This is the first rave scene I've been to; surely it won't be my last. The environment I'm surrounded by gives me this phenomenal feeling that my friends and I can't describe. It's euphoria in every sense possible. This description will not do its justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why I LOVE my first rave experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to have bead parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=34371_420948698456_713133456_469-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/34371_420948698456_713133456_469-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=13470_420949268456_713133456_469302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/13470_420949268456_713133456_469302.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Electric Daisy Carnival 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=37382_420948788456_713133456_469297.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/37382_420948788456_713133456_469297.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Electric Daisy Carnival 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=34298_420949823456_713133456_469309.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/34298_420949823456_713133456_469309.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, massages felt great, so we did a massage train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=37382_420948863456_713133456_469298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/37382_420948863456_713133456_469298.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=36951_420950098456_713133456_469312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/36951_420950098456_713133456_469312.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light shows were mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=35876_420950403456_713133456_469315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/35876_420950403456_713133456_469315.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music puts you in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=36951_420950133456_713133456_469313.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/36951_420950133456_713133456_469313.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=34518_420950543456_713133456_469317.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/34518_420950543456_713133456_469317.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you meet new people from the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=37414_420949393456_713133456_469304.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/37414_420949393456_713133456_469304.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing makes this experience better than close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=36883_421095258456_713133456_469671.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/36883_421095258456_713133456_469671.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6013400847425130293?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6013400847425130293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-i-love-edc-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6013400847425130293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6013400847425130293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-i-love-edc-2010.html' title='Why I Love EDC 2010'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6844296401667263164</id><published>2010-06-13T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T03:35:20.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm in Santa Cruz remembering that night I made that one phone call that started EVERYTHING again. It's hard...especially today. It's that time of the year again where I feel this way that I do the same as every year since way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with my best friend and one of my closest roommates and yet I feel so empty. These shots are adding up, but there isn't enough to wipe away these thoughts that enter my head. The memories are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past 2 days in Davis was a blast. Swooping. Grinding. But when it really comes down to it, it all comes back to today and the year before and the year before. And the summer and the April . And the May. And the grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is coo with Pas because Pas is better than Sta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6844296401667263164?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6844296401667263164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/06/right-now-im-in-santa-cruz-remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6844296401667263164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6844296401667263164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/06/right-now-im-in-santa-cruz-remembering.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-5380189431055377658</id><published>2010-06-04T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:14:50.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this song.</title><content type='html'>Ooooh whoaaa heeeeey&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaaaah whoaaa oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a date I stood you up&lt;br /&gt;you tried to call but i didnt pick up&lt;br /&gt;yeah forgot about our plans&lt;br /&gt;please forgive your man&lt;br /&gt;For ruining your night so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I know your mad&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna be like every other man&lt;br /&gt;That you've had&lt;br /&gt;So im stopping all these childish things&lt;br /&gt;Girl you mean to much to me&lt;br /&gt;Your love is worth to much to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;and trusting me is really hard&lt;br /&gt;but watch how quick I change my ways&lt;br /&gt;starting today, today, starting today ooooh&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;you say every mans the same&lt;br /&gt;but watch how quick I change my ways ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Girl Im starting today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to play the kiss and make up game&lt;br /&gt;Now I apologize for the man i became&lt;br /&gt;if I could do it all again I would hurt my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and throw away all my selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I know your mad&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna be like every other man&lt;br /&gt;that you've had&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stopping all these childish things&lt;br /&gt;Girl you mean to much to me&lt;br /&gt;your love is worth to much to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;and trusting me is really hard&lt;br /&gt;but watch how quick i change my ways&lt;br /&gt;starting today, today, starting today oooh&lt;br /&gt;i know that i'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;you say every mans the same&lt;br /&gt;but watch how quick i change my ways&lt;br /&gt;starting today, today, starting today ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Girl im starting today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;And trusting me is really hard&lt;br /&gt;But watch how quick I change my ways&lt;br /&gt;Starting today, today, starting today ooooh&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;You say every mans the same&lt;br /&gt;But watch how quick I change my ways&lt;br /&gt;starting today, today, starting today ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Girl im starting today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmoEH4dW0b8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmoEH4dW0b8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-5380189431055377658?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/5380189431055377658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-like-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5380189431055377658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5380189431055377658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-like-this-song.html' title='I like this song.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-4179987354775892561</id><published>2010-05-30T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:31:56.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My password has been the same for a while, and someone have seemed to hacked onto my facebook. I still refuse to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-4179987354775892561?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/4179987354775892561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-password-has-been-same-for-while-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4179987354775892561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4179987354775892561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-password-has-been-same-for-while-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1041916717805485919</id><published>2010-05-29T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T13:36:32.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart</title><content type='html'>When you finally have money, Walmart is seriously a toy store for grown ups. A cheap, cheap toy store that you want to blow your paycheck on. I just got paid again so my roommates and I made a spontaneous trip at 230AM to Walmart to buy unnecessary toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a little envelope we had scribbled a list of things we need/want and things we were gonna check out for future reference: lysol wipes, light, entertainment, milk, table, garbage bags, tank top, juice, slurpee, vacuum. TV, pineapple juice, undies, cup needles, mex-iCAN hot sauce, shoo rak, cowch, red bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go. Three grown ass men stuffed in the vomit car for 30 minutes as we make our way down to Gilroy. Three hours messing around in Walmart. 150 dollars worth of goodies. Get home at 530AM. Tired as hell but it felt good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-1041916717805485919?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1041916717805485919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/walmart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1041916717805485919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1041916717805485919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/walmart.html' title='Walmart'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8507516449117954118</id><published>2010-05-20T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:26:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WoNGsTer204 12:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;(12:25:21 PM):     ugh my mom is making me shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoNGsTer204 12:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;(12:25:27 PM):     she says i smell like shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8507516449117954118?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8507516449117954118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/wongster204-1225-pm-122521-pm-ugh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8507516449117954118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8507516449117954118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/wongster204-1225-pm-122521-pm-ugh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1438971763353719123</id><published>2010-05-15T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:24:23.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheraton</title><content type='html'>The past three weeks have been way too hectic for me. BIG news!!! I am currently no longer part of the unemployment rate! Suck on that, bad economy. The first week at Sheraton San Jose (Milpitas) was the worst. Training from 7AM-1PM Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and an 8 hour shift from 6:45-3:15 on Friday to top it off! Count the hours. Adding salt to the wound, I have class at 1:30 Monday through Thursday. The lack of sleep got me a case of eye twitching which has been going on for three weeks now. Do you know how annoying that feeling is? I received my first paycheck in two years and shit, it feels AWWWEEsome. $390.04 added to my bank. Twitch on left eye. I don't care anymore. I already decided to treat my friends out to dinner :) at some not so fancy place. Hahaha. Probably just In-n-Out or something since they seem to love it more than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cloudorange.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/sheraton-san-jose-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 401px;" src="http://www.cloudorange.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/sheraton-san-jose-600x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already plan to spoil myself with little goodies and I'm saving up for something big. I just have to figure out what those things are... Back to money management and a lifestyle I want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s6S5wIK2478&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s6S5wIK2478&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought this song is fitting for my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-1438971763353719123?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1438971763353719123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/sheraton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1438971763353719123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1438971763353719123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/sheraton.html' title='Sheraton'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-9044244223816952041</id><published>2010-05-13T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:19:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fausty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-un0_G7D2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ft3Lr361DI8/s1600/Newport+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-un0_G7D2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ft3Lr361DI8/s400/Newport+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470650701107105634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unfu4hNPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Hu_OjjEVALA/s1600/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unfu4hNPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Hu_OjjEVALA/s400/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470650335974470898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unWnTWqCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iPpFVc-9WJ4/s1600/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unWnTWqCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iPpFVc-9WJ4/s400/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470650179320719394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unNeifB8I/AAAAAAAAADw/mTNjjEhYxds/s1600/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unNeifB8I/AAAAAAAAADw/mTNjjEhYxds/s400/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470650022349440962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unH0eK5AI/AAAAAAAAADo/eD4lsUs1Yuw/s1600/DSC01305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unH0eK5AI/AAAAAAAAADo/eD4lsUs1Yuw/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470649925157708802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unCYe5iLI/AAAAAAAAADg/bZhABZltafg/s1600/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-unCYe5iLI/AAAAAAAAADg/bZhABZltafg/s400/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470649831745226930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-9044244223816952041?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/9044244223816952041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-fausty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/9044244223816952041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/9044244223816952041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-fausty.html' title='For Fausty'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/S-un0_G7D2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ft3Lr361DI8/s72-c/Newport+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-844262994581920526</id><published>2010-04-20T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:43:18.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chung's Birthday</title><content type='html'>This entry should have been done April 12th, the day after Chung's birthday. Looking at all the recent blogs/blog attempts, I noticed a pattern: I always seem to say that I haven't been blogging lately or that I've been on a blogging break. But on to the topic at hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Chung! I'm glad you had a great one and that I was there to spend it with you and all the close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was full of spilled drinks, busy workers, hot dogs, drunk friends, vodka, vodka, and vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs377.snc3/24141_397133388456_713133456_4100048_4196137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs377.snc3/24141_397133388456_713133456_4100048_4196137_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs377.snc3/24141_397133388456_713133456_4100048_4196137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs377.snc3/24141_397133423456_713133456_4100054_7780157_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs377.snc3/24141_397133883456_713133456_4100126_4374163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs377.snc3/24141_397133883456_713133456_4100126_4374163_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs437.ash1/24141_397134213456_713133456_4100154_1744312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs437.ash1/24141_397134213456_713133456_4100154_1744312_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs437.ash1/24141_397134388456_713133456_4100177_1643460_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs437.ash1/24141_397134388456_713133456_4100177_1643460_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs397.snc3/24141_397154853456_713133456_4100829_2421649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs397.snc3/24141_397154853456_713133456_4100829_2421649_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22nd Chung! That a way to end the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-844262994581920526?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/844262994581920526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/04/chungs-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/844262994581920526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/844262994581920526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/04/chungs-birthday.html' title='Chung&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-5575958613008768978</id><published>2010-04-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:22:50.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not for the faint-of-hearts...(explicit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.trafficjunky.net/ads/000/044/101/image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 300px;" src="http://media.trafficjunky.net/ads/000/044/101/image.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol this is just ridiculous advertisement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-5575958613008768978?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/5575958613008768978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-for-faint-of-heartsexplicit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5575958613008768978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5575958613008768978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-for-faint-of-heartsexplicit.html' title='Not for the faint-of-hearts...(explicit)'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-4442867789765713506</id><published>2010-04-08T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:19:46.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You better...</title><content type='html'>think this guy is amazing or else I'm gonna pinch your nipples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA-tOsM6F4Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA-tOsM6F4Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-4442867789765713506?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/4442867789765713506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4442867789765713506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4442867789765713506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-better.html' title='You better...'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1393313286535169903</id><published>2010-04-06T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:20:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The people living in this house, including me, are getting owned from every possible direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, our rent still has not been paid (due on the 1st with 2 days grace period). We are getting charged a late fee ($175). We will get evicted if we don't pay by tonight. We got a letter in the mail today saying how our water will get shut off on the 2nd of April. Today is the 6th. Worse thing is, we haven't gotten any water bill since we've moved in. Our house is a mess from spring break. There's damage to the house that we'd have to pay for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, the water hasn't turned off yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and John are working/making money on their own so they're struggling. Howard's family has some drama goin' on. I guess the thing to take away from this is that I should, and I do, appreciate my parents and my current situation. I've known this but sometimes it does take someone else's suffering to notice your own blessing.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blog was written this morning and there is an update! So we paid the late fee and BARELY made the deadline for rent. Our water did turn off. ETCETCETCETC. Bad news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-1393313286535169903?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1393313286535169903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-living-in-this-house-including.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1393313286535169903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1393313286535169903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-living-in-this-house-including.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2317137082138284508</id><published>2010-03-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:38:53.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've taken a huge break from blogging because I lack the inspiration to do so. I've realized that I need to get back on track with writing, because doing so helps me organize all the hundreds of little meaningless thoughts in my head. I apologize ahead of time if my thoughts are scattered all over this entry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with a common topic I love to write about: my happiness. Life is never perfect and we have to realize and accept that. It's just a matter of how much you can bend imperfection to make it perfect enough. Regardless, I can say that I am happy. Yes, the sound of laughter and the sight of a smile is not uncommon these days for a guy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 20th. I had a party. It was big. It was crackin'. There were hella girls. All my close friends were there. I didn't have as much fun as I should have though. Please don't talk about this party with me anymore. This is possibly one of the only picture I took that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://samanthafung.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/img_9032.jpg?w=600&amp;h=449"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://samanthafung.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/img_9032.jpg?w=600&amp;h=449" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm going to hang out with my friend Lisa at her donut shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs492.ash1/26894_406908178798_741233798_4943835_936135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs492.ash1/26894_406908178798_741233798_4943835_936135_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2317137082138284508?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2317137082138284508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-taken-huge-break-from-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2317137082138284508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2317137082138284508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-taken-huge-break-from-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3009679636857777732</id><published>2010-03-09T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:59:00.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jay-Z - Forever Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3009679636857777732?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3009679636857777732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/03/jay-z-forever-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3009679636857777732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3009679636857777732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/03/jay-z-forever-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-9014635827096103410</id><published>2010-03-03T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:08:14.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, the feeling is mutual. you gave yourself away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-9014635827096103410?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/9014635827096103410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright-feeling-is-mutual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/9014635827096103410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/9014635827096103410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright-feeling-is-mutual.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3842257085211473662</id><published>2010-03-02T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:29:47.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wrestling season came to an abrupt end with the West Coast Conference (WCC) on Sunday, February 28th. A month prior to the tournament, my right shoulder was still injured with a shoulder impingement which is just a fancy shmancy medical terminology meaning the tendons of your rotator cuff is being compressed causing irritation and pain when moving your arm in certain directions. With that in mind, I neglected to go to half of the practices offered, but lifted weights and built up my cardio instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through some tough times as of late, but this last tournament was the thing that kept me focused and alleviated some of the drama in my life. I'm going to backtrack and talk about WCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before WCC, I returned home with Andrew W. to Newark to watch the North Coast Section of high school wrestling. All I gotta say is that these wrestlers are better than me. Even more of a reason for me to go right? Watched some good wrestling while trying to take in what I can and learn from them. Drove back to San Jose around nine PM only to find out that I was barely on weight and Andrew was way overweight. To solve this problem, we ran for about 20 minutes and went out to the bars for Sunny's birthday where we sweated our asses off cutting water weight. I went home only to be extremely depressed about Kim. Following that, my friend and I talked on the phone for quite some time and before I realized it, the time was 5:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not your usual night before a tournament... I was dead tired during my matches due to the lack of sleep. My legs were sore and weak because of dancing. However, I can say I ended up placing 2nd. Here is one of my matches caught on camera... notice house I get progressively lazier/slower/sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xsoRvuY_-Uc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xsoRvuY_-Uc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly content with ending my season with a silver medal. Once I got home it was a nap and then some afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs460.snc3/26273_1361882293970_1438964798_1007940_6585660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs460.snc3/26273_1361882293970_1438964798_1007940_6585660_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs460.snc3/26273_1361707289595_1438964798_1007409_4309582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs460.snc3/26273_1361707289595_1438964798_1007409_4309582_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all who placed and/or wrestled well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3842257085211473662?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3842257085211473662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrestling-season-came-to-abrupt-end_02.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3842257085211473662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3842257085211473662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrestling-season-came-to-abrupt-end_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-194397762530152207</id><published>2010-02-25T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:13:54.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this house party is gonna be so epic.</title><content type='html'>read the title. bring your cameras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-194397762530152207?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/194397762530152207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-house-party-is-gonna-be-so-epic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/194397762530152207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/194397762530152207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-house-party-is-gonna-be-so-epic.html' title='this house party is gonna be so epic.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3774193651094934939</id><published>2010-02-13T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:47:59.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese New Years is tomorrow. Valentine's Day is tomorrow as well. Enjoy both with family and your loved ones. I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3774193651094934939?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3774193651094934939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-years-is-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3774193651094934939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3774193651094934939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-years-is-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2388796224661370828</id><published>2010-02-11T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:41:52.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, you guys are not together. Keep that in mind buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Before you go to the end of the Earth for her. Remember.&lt;br /&gt;She means something. A lot. Almost everything. But still.&lt;br /&gt;You are not with her and she is not with you. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Before you get mad. Think. Just a friend. Do not get mad.&lt;br /&gt;She has feelings too. But so do you. Now what.&lt;br /&gt;Do not cross paths like that. Not yet at least. It's coming.&lt;br /&gt;Time will be right. You will feel it. Hope she does.&lt;br /&gt;And that is all you can do. Hope. Wish. Wait and dream.&lt;br /&gt;You are better than that. Believe. Make it that way. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;If it happens. No. When it happens. Try hard. Live happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear me say that if I don't find anyone for Valentine's Day, then I'll choose you. Do you? Didn't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2388796224661370828?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2388796224661370828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-you-guys-are-not-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2388796224661370828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2388796224661370828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-you-guys-are-not-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2285441189172470644</id><published>2010-02-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:41:18.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s been and will continue to be a tremendously hectic week for me. The list of things on my “to do” list piles on and on as I settle into my new house. I am now more in debt than ever owing hundreds of dollars to my housemate Andrew and hundreds more on my credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh. A sigh of relief. It’s totally worth it. I’m finally living in a place I can see myself staying at for a while. I now live in a cozy three bedroom, 1.5 bathroom house complete with a big kitchen, washer/dryer, and close friends. This is by far the cheapest place (price wise) I've lived in so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are settling down. Friends, family, priorities, girl problems. The dense fog is clearing and I can now see clearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2285441189172470644?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2285441189172470644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-and-will-continue-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2285441189172470644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2285441189172470644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-and-will-continue-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2958990880570309632</id><published>2010-02-03T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:49:46.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2958990880570309632?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2958990880570309632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/stressed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2958990880570309632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2958990880570309632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-4788299470061307046</id><published>2010-02-03T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:49:32.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Minutes</title><content type='html'>In class, we did a 10 minute free write session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I reinvented sex. That's a song including major artists such as Usher, Keri Hilson, and Trey Songs. The keyword to that title is reinvent and everytime I think about that song, I feel motivated. It starts with a breakup; a girl I love let me go. I haven't been single for 6 years practically. I jump from one girl to the next, and things ultimately don't work out. But the last girlfriend...this one was special. And when she broke my heart, I had a lot of time to think. I realized that in all these years, I haven't been single making it a little difficult to focus on myself. I'm not saying my goals and ambitions were shoved away and non-existent; I'm just saying I wasn't as dedicated as I should have or would have been. So now it's my time...or "me" time. I'm reinventing myself to the person I would be without the girlfriends and assimilating it with who I am today because of them. Best of both worlds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-4788299470061307046?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/4788299470061307046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4788299470061307046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4788299470061307046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-minutes.html' title='10 Minutes'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-629143671038276692</id><published>2010-01-31T03:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T03:09:31.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What to do for Valentine's Day and who to celebrate with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-629143671038276692?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/629143671038276692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-to-do-for-valentines-day-and-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/629143671038276692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/629143671038276692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-to-do-for-valentines-day-and-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-7859913475545261751</id><published>2010-01-22T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:11:40.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Blog 2 - The Table.</title><content type='html'>We woke up the next morning to a big Japanese breakfast. The owners of this Ryoken is super nice and he speaks English relatively well. This day is basically a day of exploring the empty streets at night during daytime. Turns out nearby there is a really big shinto and also a really nice lake where we hung out at for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_1553.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1540.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_1540.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1516.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_1516.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1549.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_1549.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have noticed that in this blog, I have introduced to you the table. One day, the four of us decided to do a freestanding structure where we would lay on each other without falling. Our ultimate goal is to take pictures of our table everywhere we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is over and the four of us say our goodbye's to Mr. Katsumata. Thanks for being a wonderful host and very hospitable to the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01907.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/DSC01907.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-7859913475545261751?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/7859913475545261751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/01/japan-blog-2-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/7859913475545261751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/7859913475545261751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/01/japan-blog-2-table.html' title='Japan Blog 2 - The Table.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6183591115009422114</id><published>2010-01-21T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:03:10.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's time for me to move on. Thanks for not giving me the fuckin' respect I deserve. All I fuckin' asked for was for you to at least look at me when I talked to you since it would be the last time and all you can do is hide under your blanket. Do what you want, and mad as I am, but remember what I told you before I left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6183591115009422114?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6183591115009422114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-its-time-for-me-to-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6183591115009422114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6183591115009422114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-its-time-for-me-to-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2588086436390222729</id><published>2010-01-11T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:46:09.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Blog 1</title><content type='html'>Upon our arrival to the Narita Airport, I was pretty ecstatic to see where this new experience with some of my closest friends will head. So far the day has been nothing but stress, fatigue, and confusion. We hadn't slept all night attempting to counter the effects of jet lag/time zone change/10 hour flight with sleep deprivation. We all owe Chung a big favor as he drove us all to the airport in the morning. My first taxi ride Japan disposed of all the stress and fatigue replacing them with new-found excitement.as we drove to the Ryoken which is a little hard for me to describe. It's like...a formal hotel for travelers to stay in to experience authentic traditions and culture. Our beds were nothing but layers of firm pillows and mats atop of a unique Japanese style flooring. We plan to spend a night here after exploring the area for some food. The narrow streets hardly allow room for 2 cars to be side by side. What we know as a “sidewalk” is non-existing here in the city of Narita. The air is brisk and makes for perfect weather to sip hot tea—not my favorite weather. I'm not use to walking or taking public transportation because I am indeed a lazy American spoiled with a car and sufficient money for gas. Despite all the negatives, it wasn't too bad compared to what annoyed me most of all. I hated how life was dead here at night. The streets were eerily empty with almost zero sign of life. We ended up eating at a pretty good ramen place and buying beer for kings cup and random drinking games to cap the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01889.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/DSC01889.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_1440.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_1436.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/01/upon-our-arrival-to-narita-airport-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2588086436390222729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2588086436390222729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2010/01/upon-our-arrival-to-narita-airport-i.html' title='Japan Blog 1'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-605296127598358116</id><published>2010-01-07T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:55:06.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Trip</title><content type='html'>I will try to blog frequently and post pictures up of the many things we do and people we encounter and update it periodically when I have internet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-605296127598358116?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/605296127598358116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-917384812602114560</id><published>2009-12-30T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:41:20.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang I hope everyone's new years is gonna be better than mine. All my plans kinda just went away as I became more and more antisocial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note. I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqy0eH1lIZ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqy0eH1lIZ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-917384812602114560?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/917384812602114560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/dang-i-hope-everyones-new-years-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/917384812602114560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/917384812602114560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/dang-i-hope-everyones-new-years-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8984213526387823775</id><published>2009-12-25T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:01:37.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i could say this</title><content type='html'>Enough with the women, they don’t see past the chain&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see passed the ass, two can play the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the money or women. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8984213526387823775?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8984213526387823775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-i-could-say-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8984213526387823775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8984213526387823775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-i-could-say-this.html' title='i wish i could say this'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-4176172926553435652</id><published>2009-12-24T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:54:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that I'm single I have all the time in the world to focus on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better social skills: more eye contact, smile more, better listening and feedback, be more interesting, better story teller, K.I.S.S., be a better friend to those that matter, be a better family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better habits: self reliance, attempt to be cleaner/not make a mess, healthier (workout more often), study, be more knowledgeable about different areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the world by changing myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-4176172926553435652?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/4176172926553435652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-that-im-single-i-have-all-time-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4176172926553435652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4176172926553435652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-that-im-single-i-have-all-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8679693434100363832</id><published>2009-12-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:56:11.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Hate You.</title><content type='html'>I still hate you and your daughter. I will find you. And you will get what's comin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Lisa. This was inspired by you so if you think I sound crazy, then you are too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8679693434100363832?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8679693434100363832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8679693434100363832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8679693434100363832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-hate-you.html' title='Still Hate You.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3286306404566013665</id><published>2009-12-19T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:10:15.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Handed.</title><content type='html'>Been drinking heavily the last 5 nights. I don't plan on having to hold two hands up to count how many nights so that was my last...No I'm not doing it because I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've never had so much entertainment listening to Mexican music on TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3286306404566013665?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3286306404566013665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-handed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3286306404566013665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3286306404566013665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-handed.html' title='One Handed.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-5160501739824425474</id><published>2009-12-16T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:32:33.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K1mberisbester</title><content type='html'>Man, within the last half month, I personally know 6 couples including myself who went from taken to single with another couple brewing in the process. I guess just a bad month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know or care, Kim and I aren't together anymore. Long story short, we have been pretty shaky the last 2 weeks and one thing I said (no harm intended) was basically the fatal stab. She broke up with me but it's somewhat mutual I guess. Or... well, if I had the option I would try to work things out because that's just me and I honestly still love her a lot more than I showed her. I've been lucky to be surrounded by friends new and old who keep me occupied to dull the pain a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those times where I'm laying in bed trying to sleep or when I first wake up where I have more time than I'd like thinking. Just thinking. A lot of what-if's and what could have been. We talked it over and decided that it's best we don't talk right now, but we made too much of an impact on each others' life to never speak again. And I do plan on talking to her in the future, perhaps near future. I don't really know yet. I will just know that it's gonna hurt when she gets a boyfriend. Jealousy trumps optimism unless I find an equivalent. But as of right now, I'm being pretty optimistic about being single and whatnot. I mean, it's really been 6 years since I've been single. Right now it's gonna be ME time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever read this, or if you happen to stumble across this post, just know that I meant everything I text you that one night. I truly am sorry for what I said the other night. It was meant to be harmless with good intentions. I hope that you can eventually forgive me for what I said. You mean and meant a lot to me. I consider you my first true love. Thanks for teaching me new things everyday. I'll be ready to talk when you want to. Anytime. And I'll be there for you. Always. I know I'll miss you even if I'm surrounded by friends and yes, even if it's girls. I know you're probably wondering about that. I wish that one day, we can be good friends because we never got a chance to be and I hope you find what you're looking for. For the record, I do think that you're beautiful. I still love you so don't forget me, because I will never forget you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNKYKlIQYg/Sh4wthT_mAI/AAAAAAAAADw/KAzDSKRcfnc/s400/heartbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNKYKlIQYg/Sh4wthT_mAI/AAAAAAAAADw/KAzDSKRcfnc/s400/heartbreak.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/5541167774282349144-5160501739824425474?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/5160501739824425474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/k1mberisbester.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5160501739824425474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5160501739824425474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/k1mberisbester.html' title='K1mberisbester'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNKYKlIQYg/Sh4wthT_mAI/AAAAAAAAADw/KAzDSKRcfnc/s72-c/heartbreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-7635445987221536662</id><published>2009-12-16T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T06:41:10.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://daaznstan.250free.com/6922_1241935135366_1438964798_687532_6500696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://daaznstan.250free.com/6922_1241935135366_1438964798_687532_6500696_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanna go all in right now and bust both of you simultaneously." - Scotty (6:28AM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-7635445987221536662?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/7635445987221536662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-wanna-go-all-in-right-now-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/7635445987221536662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/7635445987221536662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-wanna-go-all-in-right-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3026263033935692508</id><published>2009-12-14T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:06:19.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't sleep right now. It's only 12:30 but I must wake up early to study some more about different forecasting techniques, aggregate planning, etc. before my midterm at 7:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now. I think I'll use the term "drained" but my mind won't stop wandering. It's jumping around between old memories of friends, Kim, life. I am physically exhausted having slept only 6 hours starting at 7AM. I am mentally exhausted from studying as soon as I woke up until now. I am emotionally exhausted not knowing what the next step is in this relationship I am in. All this, yet I still lay here in bed thinking and listening to the hum of my laptop fan and my roommate snoring across the room. It's too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can drown out the thoughts of you...and that scares me. I wish I could sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3026263033935692508?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3026263033935692508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-sleep-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3026263033935692508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3026263033935692508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-sleep-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-5181613115547962897</id><published>2009-12-13T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:57:40.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shady Fucks</title><content type='html'>What the fuck were you thinking when you sent it?! I hope you know everyone is a worse person probably because of you. You guys should know better...including you, you fat fuck. And you, playin' it off with your sorry ass excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, we took it personally. But I'm lookin' and it seemed boring anyways. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dirt off my shoulders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-5181613115547962897?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/5181613115547962897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/shady-fucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5181613115547962897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5181613115547962897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/shady-fucks.html' title='Shady Fucks'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-504525716255042176</id><published>2009-12-13T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:35:33.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BP_DNpphIO4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BP_DNpphIO4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/504525716255042176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/504525716255042176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8052085412505118108</id><published>2009-12-10T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:31:17.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Me Gigglin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=13531_197052564441_698864441_300843.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/13531_197052564441_698864441_300843.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8052085412505118108?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8052085412505118108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-got-me-gigglin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8052085412505118108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8052085412505118108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-got-me-gigglin.html' title='You Got Me Gigglin&apos;'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-843958318934887926</id><published>2009-12-08T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:50:30.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang I just had a crazy ass dream about JP being hella crazy and wanting me super bad or something. Kinda scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-843958318934887926?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/843958318934887926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/dang-i-just-had-crazy-ass-dream-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/843958318934887926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/843958318934887926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/dang-i-just-had-crazy-ass-dream-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-7379729137960551316</id><published>2009-12-03T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:16:36.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Case</title><content type='html'>Just in case you wanted to see what's been consuming my life for the past 5 days. Let's just say the priority of my hygiene, social life, girlfriend, and other classes were lowered. 12 pages of noggin boggling math that isn't THAT hard; just hard to organize and translate into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-7379729137960551316?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/7379729137960551316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/7379729137960551316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/7379729137960551316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Just In Case'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3038241447281413887</id><published>2009-11-28T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:38:03.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad I spent Thanksgiving break with everyone I wanted to spend it with. I consumed alcohol Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night but no I'm not an alcoholic. Still kinda bummed out Shirley's party didn't go through, but I am more than content with my break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3038241447281413887?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3038241447281413887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-glad-i-spent-thanksgiving-break-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3038241447281413887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3038241447281413887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-glad-i-spent-thanksgiving-break-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3937143153673206478</id><published>2009-11-25T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:11:49.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cholly Bit Me</title><content type='html'>Lol I think this video is pretty funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMM0R19IisI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMM0R19IisI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3937143153673206478?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3937143153673206478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/cholly-bit-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3937143153673206478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3937143153673206478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/cholly-bit-me.html' title='Cholly Bit Me'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1662214143807398971</id><published>2009-11-25T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:26:21.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is coming! It's tomorrow and I'm semi excited about it. If all goes according to plan, I have a pretty good layout of the major events of my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrestling group meeting around 8 to discuss matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show D. Young the fixie and see if he wants it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go home to family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanksgiving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football in the morning with the wrestlers in San Jose. I'll show them what a tackle looks like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come back and eat dinner with my family and Kim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to San Lorenzo and eat with Kim and her family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back home and go black Friday line waiting. Possibly Best Buys?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Black Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will help my sister pick out her HDTV. Probably getting a 42" or 46". Helping my brother get a laptop. Me? I don't know yet. I'm still undecided since I'm broke as hell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start doing homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Possibly football again with a different group of people. I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTINUE &lt;/span&gt;showing them what a tackle looks like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ilana's birthday thing. I think she's turning 10? Maybe?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shirley's party &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF I'M STILL INVITED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and if she ever decides to go on facebook and message me details! Just letting you know, I'm hella excited for this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go meet up with my group around 12 noon @ MLK library to work on a big assignment that's due the day after (Monday). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The week after should be filled with more work and less play. However, on Friday I am SD bound for the first time in my life for a wrestling tournament. Even though the event ends early, we are gonna spend the extra night doing random things like getting drunk and roaming the streets. I hope we get into a fight. No one will expect a group of wrestlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holiday's ladies and gents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-1662214143807398971?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1662214143807398971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-is-coming-its-tomorrow-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1662214143807398971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1662214143807398971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-is-coming-its-tomorrow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1638215383119593855</id><published>2009-11-23T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:20:20.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke</title><content type='html'>I am in the music room @ SJSU and this feels like I'm in Manila!!! Lol holy shit there are hella Filipinos here EVERY time I'm here. I like the atmosphere here though. Chill music accompanies my laptop and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop texting on my new phone. Blackberry pearl roughly two years old?! I got it for free from a friend---but I'm only borrowing it so it's kinda weird. Hahah technically it's not really MY phone. I'm so not use to charging it yet because it hardly needs to charge. I still want an iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo Thanksgiving is coming up superman quick this year. I don't feel like a lot of people saw this Thanksgiving coming so this is gonna be a public service announcement to the few that do read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.pricegrabber.com/shopgreen/files/2007/11/lo-thanksgiving_humor_eat_ham_turkey-810472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://blog.pricegrabber.com/shopgreen/files/2007/11/lo-thanksgiving_humor_eat_ham_turkey-810472.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/5541167774282349144-1638215383119593855?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1638215383119593855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/broke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1638215383119593855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1638215383119593855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/broke.html' title='Broke'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3541961136049452809</id><published>2009-11-21T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:28:37.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody needs to take me to a super crackin' SJ party. I just hasn't been to one in a whilez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Edit***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a Milpitas one. Can't recall ever going there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3541961136049452809?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3541961136049452809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/somebody-needs-to-take-me-to-super.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3541961136049452809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3541961136049452809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/somebody-needs-to-take-me-to-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3856974431317092226</id><published>2009-11-20T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T03:52:48.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose everyone is watching New Moon tonight. I chose not to watch it because to me, it gets slightly annoying and slightly jealous when girl gawk at the characters because they're all hella dreamy and shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I watched Twilight and all. Don't get me wrong, I think it was a pretty decent movie...somewhat cheesy...but not bad at all. But for me, it's not worth the waiting in line for 2 hours to see what's his face's body or whatevs. I would watch it a week later when it's not AS busy though. Like I said, Twilight was decent so I'm down to watch New Moon if anyone is down to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I played beer pong with Steel Reserve (40's). That shit is pretty strong. I just played 1 vs. 1 against Tien. I noticed he breathes out at the end of every shot as if he was lifting weights or something. Hahahaha. My 1 vs. 1 record is tainted and is now 50% against him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Mexican roommates are still hella anti social or something. I don't like living here because it's sooooo...turtle-ish of everyone to stay in their room even after my offer of beer pong with them. I've been hella lightweight since I stopped drinking for wrestling that one month called October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Eminem - The Warning. It's a diss to Mariah Carey as a retaliation to her song Obsessed who is about Eminem. It's soo much better. Sounds like the old Slim Shady. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3856974431317092226?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3856974431317092226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-suppose-everyone-is-watching-new-moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3856974431317092226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3856974431317092226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-suppose-everyone-is-watching-new-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8728470596959959364</id><published>2009-11-19T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:10:19.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this is the first blog I've written under the influence. I am on a good BUZZED level. Sometimes it's clicking random buttons but I just go over it and delete like a normal person. But if i were really trying not to delete shit, then it would not happen wheree it wouldn type normally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I am not gonna be a billy luong and delete this entry like he does with all his juicy drukn writing. I just drink probbaly like 3 shots and 3 beers and a beer pong game at which i dominated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny is spillin his feelings to me about everytihng. not telling you what though. sooo sad. jk jk. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8728470596959959364?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8728470596959959364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-this-is-first-blog-ive-written.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8728470596959959364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8728470596959959364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-this-is-first-blog-ive-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6283893725116485346</id><published>2009-11-18T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:30:04.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Post</title><content type='html'>This was my Halloween night summed up in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was Santa Barbara on a Friday night. Coulda been better but I'm content. Just wait 'til I go on a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_3036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_3019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2998.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2998.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2998.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2998.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_3041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning and headed to LA. Most of them went to Monster Massive so I got dropped off for a night of drunk clubbing in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2271.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2271.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2297.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2297.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2313.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2313.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2322.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2344.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2366.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2366.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2369.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2369.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2376.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2376.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2394.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/daaznstan/IMG_2400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Halloween. Possibly best yet. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6283893725116485346?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6283893725116485346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/late-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6283893725116485346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6283893725116485346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/late-post.html' title='Late Post'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3759856592131981414</id><published>2009-11-16T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:52:22.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I strive for greatness" Without a doubt, that is some people's philosophy in life. Others live to get by and there isn't anything wrong with that. Of course, it all depends on the issue and topic at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in regards to homework, I'm usually a "I'll wait until the last minute and B.S. it" type of person. The longer I wait, the more time I would have to do other fun-inducing activities such as surfing the internet as I am now. Procrastination gets me by school and that's good enough for me at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding friendships though, I have this tendency to try to be the best to those who mean a lot to me. I try to find out what everyone thinks is a "decent person" and average it to equal who I am today. The values I hold is a mold of my friends' views of a decent person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we all wake up and do our set routines--some tedious, some autonomous. But some days, we have our set of routines and then some on the side. These abnormal tendencies are the things I live for. I thoroughly enjoy doing them so for me I don't see why I shouldn't strive to be at least great at it. I try to dedicate time to go over fundamental skills in doing what I do. And when I become great, I will smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3759856592131981414?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3759856592131981414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/determination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3759856592131981414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3759856592131981414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/determination.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1339184677254860718</id><published>2009-11-05T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:05:00.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, the 28th of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling pretty good (physical). At the same time, I also woke up feeling pretty horrible (mental). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get into a little detail about the whole wrestling scene. My natural weight (eating and going to wrestling practice) is roughly 162 lbs. In wrestling, I'd be in the 165 weight class. I was anticipating this until a few days before the match when a wrestler on the team we know as "coach" is eligible to wrestle matches against other schools as well. Oh yeah, he happen to be in my weight class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that threw me off a little bit. I cut down to the next weight class. 157. I figure it shouldn't be too hard since I had to cut 10 lbs on a weekly basis in high school. For 2 1/2 days, I was eating only 2 leggo my eggo waffles, and 2 egg whites because the yolk had "too many calories".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the match, I weighed in at 155.8 and maybe a thousand pounds of nervousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I see the wrestlers from the other school, I can say I felt lighter. I put on a hard look on my face and see through theirs...just a fake exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out and wrestle some chump from Sac City. I had a significant lead; something like 8-3. And then, that's when I got tired. The 2 1/2 days of not eating anything kicked in and I felt it through my whole body. My arms felt like they just had the most intense workout, my legs were wobbly, my chest was heaving, my mind was shutting down and I didn't know what to do. Ultimately, I lost this match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that it was definitely not worth wrestling this weight class. True, I might be stronger than most if I can cut the fat off me and have an advantage, but I will also be fatigued as my muscles struggle to find that energy it needs to do its thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my girlfriend came and watched me wrestle for the first time. If only I didn't lose. There's always a chance for redemption this Sunday @ the Menlo tournament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-1339184677254860718?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1339184677254860718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrestling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1339184677254860718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1339184677254860718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrestling.html' title='Wrestling'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6651870722512472864</id><published>2009-10-31T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:59:44.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"She has a really nice firm ass" - Lisa talking about her roommate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6651870722512472864?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6651870722512472864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-has-really-nice-firm-ass-lisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6651870722512472864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6651870722512472864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-has-really-nice-firm-ass-lisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-7956376952640451559</id><published>2009-10-27T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:40:15.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart is beating so hard right now. My mind is focused on my wrestling match tomorrow night and I can't shake that nervous feeling I always got in high school. I hope this guy is taller and lanky. Or short and fat. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-7956376952640451559?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/7956376952640451559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-heart-is-beating-so-hard-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/7956376952640451559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/7956376952640451559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-heart-is-beating-so-hard-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-2225709309786449437</id><published>2009-10-25T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:15:22.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yen Tran. October 21. 11:14PM.</title><content type='html'>A big piece of me died today. Kind of like Priam when Troy fell unexpectedly. It's not fair. The optimistic side of me disappeared and it feels like shit being so negative about everything. Today was the first time I talked back and gave my mom any attitude. It felt weird watching Flash Forward without anyone to hear me say "OMG!" I literally sat in front of the TV all day moping around hoping for something that I know won't happen. No regrets right? I can't agree. No Disney princess can help today. Now to mope in San Jose. It's for the best. I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-2225709309786449437?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/2225709309786449437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/yen-tran-october-21-1114pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2225709309786449437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/2225709309786449437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/yen-tran-october-21-1114pm.html' title='Yen Tran. October 21. 11:14PM.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1421163821090648570</id><published>2009-10-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:50:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break...Here I Come</title><content type='html'>Winter break is just around the corner. A very big corner but I'm more excited than ever thinking about all the adventures I'll be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on my Winter bucket list is a small road trip possibly to LA or San Diego or something with Kimberly and maybe others. This should be pretty fun! I want to visit the beaches again, Disneyland, maybe Hollywood Studios, go to Palm Springs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I'm excited about? Christmas of course. I really want to get into the holiday spirit this year. Money is the only problem. Damn I remember 3 Christmases ago when I blew 700 dollars on gifts for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I gotta be excited about my trip to Japan/Hong Kong with my 3 close friends (Sunny, Oai, and Henry). This trip is the first big trip any of our close friends have ever taken. I'd like to pat myself on the back for starting up with this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super super vague itinerary:&lt;br /&gt;Japan-bound on December 29&lt;br /&gt;New Years Celebration on January 1&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing on January 1 &amp;amp; 2 (weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things to do in Japan in random order: hot spring searching, more drinking, meet Japanese family and have them invite to dinner, party, meet up my old roommate, watch sumo wrestling match, go to Japanese game show, barhop, debauchery, hike around, eat best sushi around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong-bound on January 5 or so.&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing on January 8 &amp;amp; 9 (weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things to do in HK in random order: massage, acupuncture, party, meet my family, meet Henry's family, go to the firework/laser/light show, eat best dim sum and other Chinese food, shop around, amusement park, go to an arcade, hike somewhere, meet celebrities, learn Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't wait to go on this trip. Can you imagine getting lost in that city? Albeit I can see it would be frustrating, but if you are optimistic you can look at it like a chance to explore and find something new. It's sorta like sailing a boat somewhere...and then finding a lockness monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hong Kong and I will get this same exact view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8f/Hong_Kong_Skyline_-_Dec_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1050px; height: 418px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8f/Hong_Kong_Skyline_-_Dec_2007.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/5541167774282349144-1421163821090648570?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1421163821090648570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-breakhere-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1421163821090648570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1421163821090648570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-breakhere-i-come.html' title='Winter Break...Here I Come'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-6984800477845562754</id><published>2009-10-17T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:37:42.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober October.</title><content type='html'>It's been a good 3 weeks or so since I have consumed any alcohol. Nineteen days to be exact! I can probably imagine at least 1/2 my readers thinking to themselves that nineteen days is nothing. Maybe they're right. But I, an average college kid with an average number of friends, find it hard to resist being the drunken fool that I am half the time I drink. JUST turning 21 doesn't help either. I mean, I haven't really been to the clubs or bars too much since my birthday because of money issues. Having so many people's birthday in October makes it worse. I either go party straightedge and feel left out or I don't go and feel left out. :( boo boo shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am motivated by the thought of being on the starting lineup and winning my first college wrestling match against Sacramento City and Delta College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just eleven more days. I count down the days left and how it'll be worth it when I stand there in front of millions with my hand raised by the referee. The crowd will erupt with cheers as my chest inhale and exhale that valuable oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be worth it. October 28th. Mark that date for I will blog my victory/defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-6984800477845562754?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/6984800477845562754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sober-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6984800477845562754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/6984800477845562754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sober-october.html' title='Sober October.'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-269266957087891224</id><published>2009-10-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:00:02.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Lovey Dovey Post to Kimberly</title><content type='html'>I've noticed a while back that I never write about my GF. I mean, it's only right that I do...correct? Well, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;not to write about her. Now I have a very good reason indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever see those couples in junior high who always write on their binders or somewhere "So and So 4eVer"? Pshshhshshsh. I don't mean to be so pessimistic or look down upon them, but statistically, couples from junior high never last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not writing about Kim was because I don't want to look back on a blog entry about her, and regret writing it. I regret any, and all blogs I wrote about my former girlfriends. I look back at it and cringe with disgust and disbelief. But this girlfriend, Kim, and I have been together for a year and a half and I feel now that I for sure won't regret anything I say or write. If in the future we do break up, it'll be for a reason like not seeing each other as much as we'd like and etc, not because she turns into a jealous psycho bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kim, this entry is for you and I'm sorry I didn't really write to you before. But I want you to know that I am in love with you. I feel like I have always been there for when you really needed it and I always will. I'll put in more effort to see you and always be with you in this relationship. I'll try harder to make you happy not only when we fight or when you need to be happy but always. I told you before, I haven't broken up with you or any of my ex's. That might give you the impression that I'm only with you because I don't ever break up with my ex's, but with Linda, she was suicidal, I thought Eva was alright compared to Linda, and you...I haven't broken up with you because I actually care about you and want to be with you. Thanks for being my girlfriend and being there for me as well. I know you take care of me all the time and it's about time I show you the same. It's called love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers...don't get the impression I wrote this because we're about to break up. Bye.&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/5541167774282349144-269266957087891224?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/269266957087891224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-lovey-dovey-post-to-kimberly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/269266957087891224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/269266957087891224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-lovey-dovey-post-to-kimberly.html' title='100th Lovey Dovey Post to Kimberly'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1782565556491856718</id><published>2009-10-09T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:46:18.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mollywhopped @ 1:29 and 1:31</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="404"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oJ7zhduESY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oJ7zhduESY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Lady fighting with Black Lady over a seat in a san francisco muni in chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Lady in the Pink(0:23): Don't let that bitch bully you.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Lady: (0:09): This bitch got the nerve to yell at me for me asking her politely if i may sit down. She is hogging the seat and won't let me sit. (0:48): If that bitch didn't want to let me sit down don't mean she got to bitch at me. (0:59): I didn't yell at you bitch why you going off on me. If I don't stand up for myself, she won't get scared. (1:44): Dare to fucking pick on chinese people?&lt;br /&gt;(2:05): This bitch hogging the seat and I asked nicely if I may sit and that bitch kept hogging the seat. She has no heart, always bullying chinese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this black bitch got Mollywhopped! I personally believe that people who talk shit or try to start shit over something little deserve to get their ass beat. It so happens that this was with a black person but I really mean anyone. Don't talk shit unless you can handle your own. Props to the asian lady for standing up for herself and not throwing down until necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-1782565556491856718?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1782565556491856718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/mollywhopped-129-and-131.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1782565556491856718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1782565556491856718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/mollywhopped-129-and-131.html' title='Mollywhopped @ 1:29 and 1:31'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-5386384076538047060</id><published>2009-10-07T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:11:22.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it from Mhay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHjYQvsr7dc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHjYQvsr7dc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-it-from-mhay.html' title='Got it from Mhay!'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-5409462566580229453</id><published>2009-10-06T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:21:00.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[13:47] ustinklikefart: hey are u in class?&lt;br /&gt;[13:47] rujoininfootball: lol yeah wussup&lt;br /&gt;[13:47] ustinklikefart: business?&lt;br /&gt;[13:47] rujoininfootball: mhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;[13:47] ustinklikefart: ohhh&lt;br /&gt;[13:47] ustinklikefart: my bf is sitting right behind you!&lt;br /&gt;[13:47] rujoininfootball: wussup?&lt;br /&gt;[13:47] rujoininfootball: how would you know?&lt;br /&gt;[13:48] rujoininfootball: lol i just looked back at him&lt;br /&gt;[13:48] ustinklikefart: hahah&lt;br /&gt;[13:48] rujoininfootball: describe him&lt;br /&gt;[13:49] ustinklikefart: tell him crystal says hi. oh thats my bf his name is brandon&lt;br /&gt;[13:49] ustinklikefart: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[13:49] ustinklikefart: i think thats him&lt;br /&gt;[13:49] ustinklikefart: he said some guy has my sn on his aim&lt;br /&gt;[13:49] ustinklikefart: and i was like hmmm who goes to state that is online&lt;br /&gt;[13:50] ustinklikefart: very short hair.&lt;br /&gt;[13:50] ustinklikefart: he is strikeingly handsome&lt;br /&gt;[13:50] ustinklikefart: lol&lt;br /&gt;[13:50] rujoininfootball: lol quit fuckin around how does he see that far?&lt;br /&gt;[13:50] ustinklikefart: probably wearing swim shorts&lt;br /&gt;[13:50] ustinklikefart: he says " stop talking to him"&lt;br /&gt;[13:50] ustinklikefart: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[13:51] rujoininfootball: ask him, who i am next to and what that person is wearing&lt;br /&gt;[13:51] ustinklikefart: hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;[13:54] ustinklikefart: hmmm. . .&lt;br /&gt;[13:54] rujoininfootball: you are totally fuckin around&lt;br /&gt;[13:54] ustinklikefart: okay fine then&lt;br /&gt;[13:55] rujoininfootball: damn, fucker, you got me to look at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You totally got me...So you think I'm strikingly handsome eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-5409462566580229453?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/5409462566580229453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/1347-ustinklikefart-hey-are-u-in-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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are so annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless drama. So needy sometimes. Two face to other girls. Get mad at little things. Just to name a few. Ugh. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3022546252934944743?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3022546252934944743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-girls-are-so-annoying-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3022546252934944743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3022546252934944743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-girls-are-so-annoying-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-5287211169143513607</id><published>2009-09-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:01:50.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She plagues my mind in my dream,&lt;br /&gt;unearthing waves full of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;when my dreams are merely ponds,&lt;br /&gt;Where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we met,&lt;br /&gt;on a bus actually,&lt;br /&gt;but we reunited six long years later &lt;br /&gt;from pure luck, and yes, &lt;br /&gt;luck means that it was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that small memory of her,&lt;br /&gt;was fading until that dream,&lt;br /&gt;any residual feelings multiplied,&lt;br /&gt;like cancerous cells except greater,&lt;br /&gt;yet I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams we met,&lt;br /&gt;and did frivolous things,&lt;br /&gt;she wouldn't stop consuming,&lt;br /&gt;that evil potion most of us know as liquor&lt;br /&gt;she poured into my cup and yours,&lt;br /&gt;hindered my ability from seeing it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments of confusion made the night,&lt;br /&gt;add the crazy underground society she joined,&lt;br /&gt;made my blood run cold,&lt;br /&gt;a world of crime and murder, but you were protected,&lt;br /&gt;magically by that religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enlightened her with my life,&lt;br /&gt;my emotions, my thoughts, my experiences,&lt;br /&gt;and who knew that it would influence her,&lt;br /&gt;to such an extremity, as to take her own life,&lt;br /&gt;while I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The god she worshiped protected her,&lt;br /&gt;from the hands of others,&lt;br /&gt;but not from the hands of her own,&lt;br /&gt;the day she committed suicide,&lt;br /&gt;was the same day she committed genocide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-5287211169143513607?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/5287211169143513607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-plagues-my-mind-in-my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5287211169143513607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/5287211169143513607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-plagues-my-mind-in-my-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-230222853255249169</id><published>2009-09-30T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:22:34.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a Wednesday. 9:21 in the morning to be exact. I've been sitting in my class for 24 minutes now. Oh yeah, did I tell you my class is empty except for one other fellow? Yeah, I forgot it was a furlough day. I woke up late and rushed too. FUck! Fuck! Fukck! My next class isn't until 1. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-230222853255249169?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/230222853255249169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/230222853255249169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/230222853255249169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3770389701900259081</id><published>2009-09-30T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:24:33.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>This is the first blog I've written since my computer has been fixed! My internet finally works now...Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3770389701900259081?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3770389701900259081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3770389701900259081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3770389701900259081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-1282654690102686619</id><published>2009-09-20T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:15:37.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rope swings!!!</title><content type='html'>Our crew was suppose to go camping with Viet, Rosalyn, and her company. But then plans changed when they limited the amount of people we can bring from eight all the way down to 4. If you don't feel like that's a big difference then you're wrong. It's the difference between a rock hard dick vs. a flaccid one. We decide to give it up and just do our own thing. With the camping trip out of sight because of two bitches, our new plan was white water rafting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head out on Saturday night all by myself on lonely highway 80. The grueling drive drained my energy and I soon found myself stopping at INO for some a number 1 and a good conversation with my friend Kim Le. It's been 4 years and much has changed including our friendship but our conversations are still just as lively as the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at my destination, Josh, Oai, Chung, and Mimi celebrated by playing drinking games capping the night. The next morning, all of us (minus Josh) went to the rafting place. Fast forward three hours and here we are, cruising lazily down the American river along with Lisa, Alyssa, and David. With 151 and honeymoon, we couldn't lose, we were definitely gonna get fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliffs and rope swings invited us to come jump off of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of our trip, half of us were wasted. Top three was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lisa Huynh&lt;br /&gt;2. Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;3. Oai Giang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top two yacked. Top one couldn't make it to eat dinner with us. This was the most drunk I've been for a good 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hangover started before I slept. I want to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-1282654690102686619?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/1282654690102686619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/08/rope-swings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1282654690102686619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/1282654690102686619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/08/rope-swings.html' title='rope swings!!!'/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-8608698774318558421</id><published>2009-09-18T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:23:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhdKqG9531Bj0SaJkU"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhdKqG9531Bj0SaJkU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-8608698774318558421?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/8608698774318558421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8608698774318558421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/8608698774318558421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-4671778562076083459</id><published>2009-09-15T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:05:11.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a suspiciously happy mood right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-4671778562076083459?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/4671778562076083459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-suspiciously-happy-mood-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4671778562076083459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/4671778562076083459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-suspiciously-happy-mood-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3585755850094881243</id><published>2009-09-14T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:11:13.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging now seems more like a chore now than it ever has. I've been having trouble expressing my thoughts as poetry rather than just digital blabber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm pretty stoked for this winter break. As early as it may seem, I am still looking forward to the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan and Hong Kong here I come. I come with an open mind and a brain awaiting knowledge. Add to that my mind is yearning to be filled with fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a few long months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3585755850094881243?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3585755850094881243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging-now-seems-more-like-chore-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3585755850094881243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3585755850094881243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging-now-seems-more-like-chore-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Suen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940673374683088832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgApBwZs4xU/SsREHvayPPI/AAAAAAAAACM/gAmV2YPh5a0/S220/IMG_0637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541167774282349144.post-3895034480617837953</id><published>2009-09-08T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:06:35.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newark Dives</title><content type='html'>About to go to a Newark bar and order my first drink. I don't really know what to expect. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5541167774282349144-3895034480617837953?l=toosuen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/feeds/3895034480617837953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/newark-dives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3895034480617837953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541167774282349144/posts/default/3895034480617837953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosuen.blogspot.com/2009/09/newark-dives.html' title='Newark Dives'/><author><name>Stanley 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