<?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-3816184</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:17:12.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>a procrastination method...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-112806185553394239</id><published>2005-09-30T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T01:30:55.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google bought blogger... my blog is still here.  It's been 2 yrs since i last poted on this blog.  Thank you google, for storing my forgotten memories.  I really hate my space, i loathe the layout, the errors and the down time.   This blog started as something I did for English 101 I can't believe i'm coming back to it.  Good ol Jason Snart, my favorite Canadian Professor.  The people who knew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/112806185553394239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/112806185553394239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112806185553394239' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-95522451</id><published>2003-06-10T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T16:27:23.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wuggi Masta: i was asleepWuggi Masta: and i had a dreamSol Koa: okWuggi Masta: and in the dream my web page turned into a porn siteWuggi Masta: that someone else madeSol Koa: awesomeWuggi Masta: and i realized that web layout was really goodWuggi Masta: then when i woke upWuggi Masta: i realized i came up with a really nice web layoutWuggi Masta: in a dream about porn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/95522451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/95522451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95522451' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-95457788</id><published>2003-06-09T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T04:34:38.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>need movie funds for this list of awesome movies.  if you're interested in seeing these movies... please send me money so i can throw crazy parties like the legend of the speed!! remember, dont get stabbed by an HK gimp holding an aids needle!     1.Infernal Affairs&gt;&gt; if it topped shaolin soccer, then i must see!!   2.Ping Pong&gt;&gt; best selling dvd in japan, according to the reviewer by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/95457788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/95457788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95457788' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-94131138</id><published>2003-05-10T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T22:18:48.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i sold my ipod and i got the new ipod today, whoo ha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/94131138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/94131138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94131138' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-94131120</id><published>2003-05-10T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T22:18:21.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mamame el pene!! havent posted in a lil bit.  Poor Holtz got suspended for taking one too many smoke breaks, and im sure he's pretty much fired.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/94131120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/94131120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94131120' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92974729</id><published>2003-04-21T04:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T04:51:11.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.obesecity.net/bigal.html heres the link taylor sent me... thus the phrase "gainer" will be used.Saturday night at the sony esquire was the shit.  Kyle drove the beamer and brought joe, me and matt damon along to see better luck tomorrow.  I have to say that movie was awesome!  I laughed my ass off and man do they remind me what i did in high school.  For all you guys who havent had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92974729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92974729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92974729' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92875801</id><published>2003-04-19T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T00:43:22.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh and i got a RAISE!!!!! woohoo, $8.20... i need to find a new job that pays well and requires me to do virtually nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92875801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92875801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92875801' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92875781</id><published>2003-04-19T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T00:42:41.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bullet proof monk sucked, the writer and directors are pretty horrible.  it was entertaining, but the story was as good as "the one". lol it was entertaining to see chow yun fat doing his fancy gun split and spitler!!!  Some funny parts to entertain you for a short while and a lot of lame jokes.  Over all i guess i would've been better off to see malibu's most wanted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92875781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92875781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92875781' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92637064</id><published>2003-04-15T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T02:44:41.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After work, i was hungry as hell cause i went through a good 12 hr day of constant work.  I was hungry as hell cause i have not eaten since 10 am so i asked my friend Trevor to join me at Friday's for soem fine food.  Trevor and i talked about soem business and found out we could earn some great business and financial support with some cooperation.  We chatted for awhile and Trevor claimed that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92637064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92637064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92637064' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92636944</id><published>2003-04-15T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T02:40:17.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahah, midnight fun.  Me, ricky, kyle and Matt Damon went out driving around cause we were bored as hell.  It started off fun as hell, bryan was running down street signs and ghetto stylin the street with his cutlass classic.  Driving down 59, i suggested we follow some chick in a red eclipse for awhile, we freaked her out by following her for miles, i could tell she kept looking at us.  Finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92636944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92636944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92636944' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92571285</id><published>2003-04-14T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T03:22:17.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's something good ol chang conjured up:The mathematical formula for all happy asians (or just for this one):Basic Addition:X = AsianY = RiceB = Beer:-)= Happy Asian:-D= Me Chinese, Me So HappyX + Y = :-)X + Y + B =  :-DMultiplication:P = "Pie" (Think Dirty)S = "Sushi" or "Oriental" (Think Dirty)P = :-)S = :-)S x P = :-):-)X + (S x P) = :-DX + Y + (S x P) = :-D:-DX + Y + B </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92571285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92571285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92571285' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92507874</id><published>2003-04-12T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T20:07:30.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahaha, today after a long day or work I got home and my mom was bitching about something as usual.  I over heard something about wirelss sattelite internet or something. So i enquired about it.  Apparently my old man wants to be a trucker. lol.  yea i was proud, that old man can do it all!  Anyway he wanted a laptop that can connect to the internet for wireless access, i told him just get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92507874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92507874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92507874' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92471197</id><published>2003-04-12T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T00:31:41.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im so not used to the daylight saving hrs.  When i look outside it was bright and sunny but it was already 7:00.  It felt like 5 though.  I ended my work day somewhat slow, damn indian guy giving me attitude!  fucking cheap ass.  Taylor called me at work and asked me what time he was working tommorow, it turned out that he was actually working today and not tommorow.  He's like oh fuck!! being in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92471197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92471197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92471197' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92401877</id><published>2003-04-10T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T22:32:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sweedsian (Finally posted after 3 month since it happened)Well i've told this story many times and i'm getting tired of retelling this over and over so im typing this up here and you guys can check on it for constant updates of what's been going on with this. One slow thursday night at work, i was just chilling at work doing nothing and getting paid.  This fine chick, half asian, half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92401877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92401877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92401877' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92334694</id><published>2003-04-09T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:20:02.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some old lady got pissed at me.  she was carelessly crossing the street and i just went around her really close really fast, and she gave me this dirty look.  She should've paid attention and looked while crossing the damn street, didn't her mother teach her anything when she was a lil kid?  I need to take over leonli.com soon!  Turbo AE86  www.turbocorolla.com i must build this project car.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92334694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92334694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92334694' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92334433</id><published>2003-04-09T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:15:39.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What if, what if we came from outer space.  What if we first landed on another planet, and settled, over time we mutated in the new atmosphere.  What if we were mutants and thats why our own race didnt want to visit us.  I mean common, we wear ridiculous clothes over our body and we all have hairy heads.  Or maybe there are other intelligent life out there, we're just not smart enough to sense it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92334433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92334433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92334433' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92271775</id><published>2003-04-09T00:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T00:23:14.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alf sprey: I like puppies. PUPPIES. And stuff. I hate typing. I LOVE stabbing. Sunsets are so pretty. Don't drink and drive, kids! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92271775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92271775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92271775' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92271759</id><published>2003-04-09T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T00:23:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random THD standards at a work place...  break a lot of stuff, blame it on the morning ppl.  Smoke. spray girl in the ass with air can, Smoke, spray stress ball until it turns into a freezing weapon, Smoke, throw ball for ppl to catch and freeze hand.  Smoke, Stick signs in big fat guy's ass.  Smoke.  If you can master some of this, you might work your self a THD degree.  Keep up the good work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92271759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92271759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92271759' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92192000</id><published>2003-04-07T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T21:30:07.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday, i worked a whole fucking day, towards the end of the work day i felt like getting raped by some big fat guy.  He was this huge dirty guy.  He kept on talking to me about soem fucking check printing program for half an hour.  His breath smelled really bad and he smelled like shit.  I dont think he wiped...  I was standing there just smelling that fat basard.  It was just so sick!! Taylor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92192000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92192000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92192000' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92191017</id><published>2003-04-07T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T21:13:06.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well anyway, recap of last weekend.  Last week kicked ass!!  I got only 2 days of school and rest of the week to relax.  Friday, me, crazy joe, pastinkie and kyle went to see Bebop the Movie at the music box in chicago.  The ride there wasnt pleasent, we were just going back and forth on clark, hoping to find the street that we're supposed to turn on to.  Took forever, and joe finally gave up and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92191017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92191017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92191017' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-92189930</id><published>2003-04-07T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T20:54:22.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yea, the old blogs are gay... it was for english.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92189930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/92189930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92189930' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-91029548</id><published>2003-03-19T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T20:24:55.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, i can't believe it!  I dont complain about blogging.  I am getting an urge to blog every few days.  The essay that i am currently writing is quite difficult and time consuming.  To create your own topic and your own thesis from synthesizing multiple text...ahhhhhhh thinking makes my head hurt.  I feel kind of stressed out with this last week of school.  I got so many tests and projects due </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/91029548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/91029548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91029548' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-90909496</id><published>2003-03-18T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T01:18:36.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mystory is hard to come up with for the second time around.  I did figure a good way to start it.  I started by just randomly creating pages with purely text and just let my ideas flow.  I connect words and begin new pages and as soon as i find certain words that i like.  I found this method very helpful for this assignment.  My mystory is kind of interesting to myself, i guess it has a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90909496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90909496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90909496' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-90788931</id><published>2003-03-15T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T01:13:15.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahah just reading my previous post, i got a woman beating story.  A crazy girl at the concert dragged the drummer off the stage to kiss and hug him.  she gave him a good beating haha.  Last week of school... all the project and tests!! im gonna go insane with this last week of school.  For some reason, all i want to do is go out and have fun.  It's not the work thats bothering me, its my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90788931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90788931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90788931' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-90658834</id><published>2003-03-13T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T12:31:19.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enough about bad music, Royskopp concert tonight!!  good ol euro dj, non of this women beating crap</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90658834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90658834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90658834' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-90658774</id><published>2003-03-13T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T12:25:02.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The presentation today was quite interesting, i like how eminem and fuck tha police always shows up in this project.  Eminem always seem to take up most of the time in discussion on music.  I guess he achieved the goal of causing controvercy.  even in his songs hes, like it gets a lil lonely without me, causing controvercy.  So many of the eminem interview with his mom, all you see is his mom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90658774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90658774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90658774' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-90433019</id><published>2003-03-09T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T21:16:36.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw bowling for columbine today.  it is an excellent documentry on america.  michael moore did a great job on telling the untold truth of america.  after watching the film, i realized how much canada is better.  i've only been to canada once and it was a rather interesting place to be.  i was walking in the streets of toronto where a crazy naked old canadian man was chased down by the police </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90433019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/90433019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90433019' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-89697663</id><published>2003-02-25T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T00:53:15.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essay done, sleep woohooo!  After finishing writing the essay i realized how sad our society can be.  It seemed that people worked hard all their life so that they can have money and have fun, yet by the time they finally earn enough money they're either too old or too tired to enjoy the fun.  What life has to offer for most is a broken hope of leisure.  I guess that means, i better earn lotsa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89697663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89697663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89697663' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-89689553</id><published>2003-02-24T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T00:53:34.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lil Leon jr woohoo tis a great day.  My lil god son.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89689553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89689553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89689553' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-89676220</id><published>2003-02-24T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T18:19:35.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joe millionaire on again... watch that or do essay... watch joe millionaire.  Sleep less, do essay.  Problem solved.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89676220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89676220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89676220' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-89356407</id><published>2003-02-18T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T23:52:15.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joe millionaire.  I admit i watched that show, it was entertaining watching these gold diggers coming after the big doofus.  The guy used to be an underwear model... im sure hes got some cash stashed.  Funny thing i found out about him is that he was pulled over and fined 200+ dollars for massive toll evasion.  Guess he really is broke.  TV is interesting, but most shows are just extremely boring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89356407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89356407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89356407' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-89270325</id><published>2003-02-17T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T18:05:39.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The midterm topic was interesting.  I have been an absent minded reader for quite awhile now.  It has occured to me that i haven't been reading anything seriously for the past few months.  I gave up on reading my usual novels and life just seem to be moving at a faster pace.  I keep telling myself to get my act together but something always seem to pop up to get me off track.  I'm sure with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89270325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89270325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89270325' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-89019168</id><published>2003-02-13T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T00:33:03.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>English is moving on.  I have to catch up with my reading.  After writing the midterm, i realized how lack of effort i put into reading these days.I need to get more invovled with my reading.  I guess having 18 credits will drag your energy and concentrations on things.  I haven't really been able to find time to settle down and read things quietly.  My job wants me to be there constantly and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89019168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/89019168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89019168' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-88658174</id><published>2003-02-06T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T11:58:47.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exciting the squirrel cage.  Quite an interesting title till i read it again.  Human life seems to be in constant labor.  You goto school, graduate, get a job.  The rest of your life you seem to be working.  I generalize a person's entire life and i see work and sleep.  I'm not saying working is bad.  But its kind of depressing that your life is like an ant.  You work and then you die.  Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/88658174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/88658174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88658174' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-88280188</id><published>2003-01-30T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T12:41:14.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading the preface again was quite broing.  Good ol common culture book.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/88280188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/88280188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88280188' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-88189844</id><published>2003-01-28T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T20:09:34.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's seminar was interesting.  Although i do agree with some of the ideas, some of the issues were kind of stretched a little bit to support them better.  I do agree that, some of these images are sexist, but women are viewed as an image of beauty.  Women=beauty and many times it is simply showing the beauty of women rather than portraying them as sex objects.  A lot of these ads are from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/88189844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/88189844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88189844' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-88068572</id><published>2003-01-26T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T18:34:58.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A phatom student quote: "Harvard has an abundance of factors creating phantoms-my term for the radically disegaged, those staying resolutely on the academic periphery, taking large lecture classes, writing survivalist papers and exams".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/88068572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/88068572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88068572' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-87909009</id><published>2003-01-23T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T12:08:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After reading Limerick's essay on the phantom student, i felt the very same way in some of the ideas she stated.  When i was in high school i felt kinda hard to approach my instructors.  I was kind of afraid of talking to adults.  It is kind of intimidating to talk to an older generation.  The amount of expectation i expect from these teachers intimidates whatever i say.  I'm afraid to ask a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/87909009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/87909009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87909009' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-87872288</id><published>2003-01-22T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T19:29:40.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging, it is so hard to come back and release the words thats been kept unsaid.  It hurts at first to reopen this mind of mine and speak whats in my mind.  I've been buried with work from taking 18 credit hr of classes.  I have less and less time to ponder, and more focus on my study.  The english essay wasn't a pleasent start for me, it has been so long since i last typed up anything longer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/87872288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/87872288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87872288' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-87543999</id><published>2003-01-16T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T12:14:45.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another year, another quater in the good ol' english class.  Another mystory to conjur, must think.I promise not to scroll across the screen again... oh crap, too late</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/87543999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/87543999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87543999' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-85715974</id><published>2002-12-09T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T01:01:06.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who would thought time would fly by so fast?It seems like I am the only one actually blogging.  Am i thinking of the wrong date this is due?  I checked out a couple of other blogs... doesnt seem like they have been touched since october...  Wierd.  My excuse for the blockage is this incredible urge to get some sleep every once in awhile after a long day at work.  Working in the retail business </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85715974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85715974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85715974' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-85715202</id><published>2002-12-09T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T00:38:19.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free thoughts, im kind of enjoying this.  I feel like a living advertisement.  Being in sales, i am the most influential part of the sale.  There are no ad out there that can compare to the importance of a sales specialist.  I introduce to people what they want, i feel like i have the power to mind control them.  It kind of gives me enjoyment when i have a good sale.  I have customers who believe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85715202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85715202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85715202' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-85714688</id><published>2002-12-09T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T00:22:25.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking over at my fellow class mates' blogs, interestingly all of them seem to contain my blabbing, blah blah blah or my ranting etc just like me.  Are we all losers, afraid of what otehrs think what we wrote and give excuse and put blahs there as an excuse if ridiculed for our blogging?  Why do we even care... i guess people are afriad of being judged by others.   Stay true to their "reputation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85714688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85714688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85714688' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-85714185</id><published>2002-12-09T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T01:02:34.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis midnight finally and my self concious are fading.  I seem to be switching into my random creative thoughts mode.  Massive thoughts coming out at once uncontrolled.  I guess i should use this period of time on my future writing and other type of ideas.  Random thoughts that i collect on my screen can help me write better maybe.  Part of being a great writer is having great ideas.  My grandpa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85714185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85714185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85714185' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-85713968</id><published>2002-12-09T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T00:02:14.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is empty... Material things are what I have.  Creating attention, creating desires for others to drool over.  Things I do seem pointless... I spend so much time on this computer I'm beginning to wonder, what i have achieved.  I guess some experience of a more braoder media influence is about it.  I seem to perfer shopping online, cause i have a freedom to search the entire web for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85713968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85713968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85713968' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-85600012</id><published>2002-12-06T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T11:47:19.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogger's  block</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85600012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/85600012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85600012' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-84801610</id><published>2002-11-19T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T23:46:41.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ads, ads, ads. Everywhere i go theres an ad.  I was drinking my pepsi and there it is, another big ad on my can.  Buildings have ads on them, posters everywhere on the street with ads and more ads.  Even web sites are filled with ads and pop ups.  Why are people so desperatly selling you everything.  Ads piling up on other ads.  When i was watching futurama, (a cartoon show about the future) it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/84801610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/84801610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84801610' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-84557871</id><published>2002-11-14T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T21:18:33.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to self, get on with the web page project ASAP.  Learn from your screw up in Calc Leon!!  I need to get myself more organized, cut out my mindless socializing and get some things done.  Set my priority straight.  I should stop treating college as if it was high school.  I need to get things done on time and time it well.  I find myself trying to everything at the last possible moment, and it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/84557871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/84557871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84557871' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-84458692</id><published>2002-11-13T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T00:05:20.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world wide web is one of the biggest form of media around.  It has less censorship compard to those broadcasted Tv shows and radio shows.  It is the information high way.  Anything can be mediated over teh internet, pretty much anyone with a computer and a decent internet connection and start their own computer server to host whatever they want.  It is a new social place for people, a place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/84458692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/84458692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84458692' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-84402884</id><published>2002-11-11T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T23:34:24.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is influnced by media.  Music defines your very own identity.  It tells you where how to behave, what to do and who to hang out.  The groups that hang out together tend to enjoy the same music. Music bounds them together.  Music also decides which group for which group to hate.  It's stupid how people judge one and another by the type of music they listen to.  Sterotyping people.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/84402884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/84402884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84402884' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-83392293</id><published>2002-10-23T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T01:05:48.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goals, goals, goals.  My goals are always a little too far fetch from what i really end up doing.  I need to strenghten my will a little and do something great for myself for a change.  I need to losen up on helping my friends out with small things and focus more on what i need to become.  A little selfish but in this society without being a little selfish you won't get too far.  I can't be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83392293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83392293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83392293' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-83391830</id><published>2002-10-23T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T00:53:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk shows... TV shows.  No reality.  Books, novels keeps us imagining working the mind constantly.  WIth TV, junk just fills your head, occasionally some sense of fullfilment is obtained by sitting down watching the almighty TV people conditioning you into them.  The TV people are your new gods, new models, new goals established through watching a show or maybe a movie.  Loosing the imagination </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83391830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83391830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83391830' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-83391530</id><published>2002-10-23T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T00:40:52.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog.. on blogging.  What is a BLOG!?!  I looked for a definition of it, it does not exsist.  B-LOG maybe its a BLOB.  Maybe is blabbling log or bitching(complaining) log.  The whole blogging of my thoughts is really an easy assignment.  Not really assignment, because after awhile i just let whatever comes to my head out and it takes virtually no brain power.  I really dont mind this blogging, it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83391530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83391530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83391530' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-83391209</id><published>2002-10-23T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T00:31:58.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essay 1 blog (assigned for oct4)My first essay should be an interesting one.  I got the perfect idea for it.  A real life experience of being surpressed under a former comrade.  A true story that taught me new things about people and that person especially.  Though i did not make the suppressor my enemy, i backstabbed him for what he did to me.  He is not always a mean opressor, but for doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83391209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83391209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83391209' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-83153938</id><published>2002-10-17T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T23:46:11.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jerry Springer is such a funny guy.  He brings joys to americans.  His talk show is so unrealistic but yet, stuff thats on his show is quite real.  I often enjoy laughing at the people on there. Not to make myslef feel better but to see how ignorant some of them are.  I odnt see why they dont realize they're gonna get made fun of by all the viewers and audience on the show.  Jerry even once said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83153938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83153938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83153938' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-83075356</id><published>2002-10-16T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T14:06:49.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The truth, are everything i see on the news really happening?  I question myself whether im concious of the real world out there.  I have no real life experience other than what the news tells me.  I have no idea whats reality and whats just media productions.  Everything gets edited theses days, i hardly notice whats really happening around me and its tuned out by me or should i say it tuned me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83075356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83075356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83075356' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-83050330</id><published>2002-10-16T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T00:44:36.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The mass media is conditioning us everyday.  The media seems like our only way of finding anything out these days.  But are they the absolute truth, or is media just slowly numbing us with shocking events, or are they really shocking?  I have seen so much on the news, events are slowly just seem to be normal.  It's only unordinary when things dont happen.  Everyday something seems to catch on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83050330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/83050330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83050330' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-82760267</id><published>2002-10-09T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T17:10:23.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world of technology is so complicated.  Today's class discussion made me think about the materialistic world of the 21st century.  So many things have been created to make our lives easier, yet many seems to be constantly out of time.  When i was little, before i had any videogames or even teh internet to play on i was always free.  Life was boring, so much time to kill and i wonder what i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/82760267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/82760267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82760267' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-82670905</id><published>2002-10-07T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T22:31:37.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Common Culture is quite an interesting book.  It has the real life effect for me.  Whats written in the book makes me think about my everyday's life.  It's quite interesting for me to think about these pop culture things.  I hear many kinds of input on pop culture and usually i give my self a little time to think about it.  I like to ponder about things in life and how it affects this society and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/82670905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/82670905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82670905' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816184.post-82208511</id><published>2002-09-27T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T15:52:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After reading Freire's work, i was a lil sleepy... then again it's like 2 in the morning and this stuff was quite repetitive.  I did enjoy some of the ideas he had for opressing the opressor.  But overall it was quite a trip down sleepville.  But the main theme did get into my head.  I started wondering when this was written and around what kinda background.  It also makes me wonder what ethnic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/82208511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816184/posts/default/82208511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggi.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82208511' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060504570740251843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
