<?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-4056133</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:45:56.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Night</title><subtitle type='html'>As I walk alone along the beach in Oxnard... I look up gazing at the starless skies... Wondering when I would spend my life with my opposite, in true bliss and happiness... As time passes by my search grew slimmer slimmer... Then one day on a November night I gazed up at the sky once more and found the stars shining bright... Then to my sight a star falling from the heavens... I close my eyes as it falls... And now im not alone anymore...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056133.post-108487270097245445</id><published>2004-05-18T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T02:31:40.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since einnar is being lazy and hasn't blogged anything for the past six months, so i'll blog something for him.  Einnar is a dork!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-108487270097245445?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/108487270097245445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/108487270097245445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108487270097245445' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-106927260853544917</id><published>2003-11-19T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T12:10:44.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I lost the bet a week ago. I lost because when I woke up one day I was looking at pictures of my sweetheart. Then I decided to take a shower and it just all came out. I felt so relieved. Well the highlights of my days are getting that e-mail from my baby when I wake up at odd times. And calling her at times when I have the chance. I get hooked up by my homies over here. They always let me use the phone, because I ran a TV cable into there space. And also gave them a TV that was given to me by someone else. I'm thinking of making a little display for my rack. It'll be really nice watching different movies in my rack and stuff. I ness to get one of those displays that's portable that they use for their PS2. I also know how to make a dvd player with one of those displays. I guess I get so bored sometimes. I guy figured out how to hook up the displays but I'm going to figure out how to put a DVD player in it. I will be really cool. I just hope one of those displays just comes across my shop. Well I miss my baby so much and I'm about to call her right now. She so awesome I really want to spend thanksgiving with her, but I realize that we have our whole lives to spend thanksgiveing with eachother. So I can wait till next year to spend it with her. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABY. YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY SWEETHEART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-106927260853544917?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106927260853544917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106927260853544917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106927260853544917' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-106875321816442971</id><published>2003-11-13T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T11:54:06.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Question of the Last Week...&lt;br /&gt;"SO WOULD YOU GIVE UP YOUR LIFE TO SAVE THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE AND ALSO THE PEOPLE YOU DON'T KNOW OR HATE AROUND AMERICA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to chose if I either give up my life or not. I would give up my life. I would have maybe lived it to the fullest by then anyways. And if my baby was hurting because of it. I would give her everything even my own life to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Answer that Sounded Good... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely give up my life to saved my loved ones. To me, calling &lt;br /&gt;someone a friend or family member sets them apart from everyone else because &lt;br /&gt;you have a genuine love for them. These are the people who have and continue &lt;br /&gt;to make your life complete, and they make life worth living. They help you &lt;br /&gt;out, thick and thin, no matter how stubborn you are or how accepting you &lt;br /&gt;are. I have a genuine love for my family and friends, and to watch them &lt;br /&gt;suffer and die while I'm alive and have the chance to save them is, in my &lt;br /&gt;opinion, comparable to a sin. If they all died, I wouldn't be able to get &lt;br /&gt;through life. Giving up my life would also save millions of kind-hearted &lt;br /&gt;people, and if I don't, some people who would have grown up to be very &lt;br /&gt;important people would die as well. As for those I hate...maybe in this case &lt;br /&gt;Bin Laden and Hussein and such...if they were affected and giving up my life &lt;br /&gt;would save theirs, what can I do? The lives of my loved ones are much more &lt;br /&gt;important. And maybe someone whose life I save will be the one to take out &lt;br /&gt;those bastards =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-106875321816442971?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106875321816442971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106875321816442971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875321816442971' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-106738445329728705</id><published>2003-10-28T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T15:41:00.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well nothing has been happening for me... We stopped at this port called bahrain... Nothing great for me me there... All I did was stand watch and go to the NEX... The greatest thing I was doing there was talking to my baby Gazel... She's so awesome I miss her so much right now... Today I got done with my 2nd Mix I made from adobe primere... Everyone wants to get a copy of it... But I haven't had the chance to put it in... Also for halloween we're are going to have a talent show... I don't know if I want to make up a routine and show everyone what's up... My homie onboard name gary says he wants to battle me in popping... I was like yeah If I ever like I want to... I lost in a halo tournment, because one of my partner got scared and gied... It was a 4 on 4 and we had a 30min limit... and at the end if no one won then it goes to sudden death... My other 2 partners got sniped at the end... And I was killed ny a rocket launcher after that... But before I died I sniped 3 of the others teams guys... Which left a 1 on 1 between my guy and the other teams guy... It was really sad that we lost... Oh well I happy I called my baby again tonight... Well I'm going to sleep now everyone... Good night all... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-106738445329728705?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106738445329728705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106738445329728705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738445329728705' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-106738329788590652</id><published>2003-10-28T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T15:21:44.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Question of the Last Week...&lt;br /&gt;"IF YOU HAD A CHOICE BETWEEN LOVE AND MONEY, WOULD YOU LEAVE YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER FOR ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a choice between love or money. I would pick love, because love is priceless and it's makes you feel good knowing that you have someone with you. Even if I had a million dollars or a billion dollars at my grasp I still wouldn't feel as whole as I do being in love. I know can buy everything you need to survive in the world, but it won't buy happiness. So I chose no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Answer that Sounded Good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had a choice between love and money, i would choose love and stay with &lt;br /&gt;my significant other.  money is just a symbol of power and wealth in the &lt;br /&gt;world.  love is god-given, a blessing from god, unique and one-of-a-kind.  a &lt;br /&gt;person can always get more money but looking for love is something that is &lt;br /&gt;impossible. we can't find it out of a newspaper or walk-ins like a job.  &lt;br /&gt;can't buy it off the shelf of a grocery store. love can't be earned every &lt;br /&gt;two weeks like a paycheck. heck, its impossible to know where to find love &lt;br /&gt;nowadays.  no one can tell you if you're in love or not. love jes happens. &lt;br /&gt;it's as unpredictable as the wind. people should be thankful to be in love &lt;br /&gt;and to have fallen in love. some people have never experienced that. yeah, &lt;br /&gt;the opportunity of having all the money in the world is something that &lt;br /&gt;happens only once in a billion years but what's life when there's no one &lt;br /&gt;special to share it with. besides, money only lasts a lifetime. love lasts &lt;br /&gt;for all eternity. i'd rather be rich in life than jes plain rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a person does choose to leave his/her significant other, there is a &lt;br /&gt;number of reasons why they choose to do so:&lt;br /&gt;1. he/she is not in love&lt;br /&gt;2. he/she has fallen out of love&lt;br /&gt;3. he/she doesn't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;4. he/she values economic status more than love&lt;br /&gt;5. he/she has never been in love&lt;br /&gt;6. or he/she is jes plainly fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....there's my two cents...think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-106738329788590652?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106738329788590652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106738329788590652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738329788590652' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-106573175586123970</id><published>2003-10-09T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T13:35:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL YESTERDAY SUCKED, TODAY REALLY SUCKED AND TOMORROW MAYBE WON'T BE BETTER THAN IT WAS TODAY... ALL I DID TODAY WAS JUST CHILL HAD A 3ON3 HALO GAME GOING WITH A COUPLE OF THE GUYS... I WAS WOOPING SOME ASS... WELL I WANTED TO PLAY A 4ON4 CAPTURE THE FLAG... BUT SOME OF THE GUYS DIDN'T WANT TO... THEY WANTED TO WATCH DOUBLE TAKE INSTEAD OF PLAY... OH GOSH IT'S SO COOL DOWN HERE... WE GOT 3 TVS DOWN HERE... I GOT HOOKED UP ON ONE OF THEM... WE GOT TO X-BOXES AND ONE PLAYSTATION... AROUND 700 DIFFERENT MOVIES IF ANYONE HAS THE TIME TO WATCH THEM ALL... WE ALSO GOT A SERVER DOWN HERE SO IF THE GUYS GOT A LABTOP THEY CAN PLAY DIFFERENT MULTIPLAYER GAMES OR WATCH PORN ANY OF THE TWO... HOOKED UP TO THE TV I ROUTED TWO LARGE SPEAKERS AND A SUB WOOFER AND AMP... SO NOW WE GOT SOME COOL SURROUND SOUND...  THEN THERE'S ALSO OUR STERO SYSTEM WITH ATLEAST 600 DIFFERENT CD'S FOR ANYONE TO LISTEN TO... I CAN KEEP GOING IF I WANTED TO... AND THEN AS INTERIOR COMMUNICATIONS TECHICIAN I CAN GET ANYTHING I NEEDED IF I WANTED TO... IT'S NICE BEING IN MY JOB... ALL I DO AT WORK IS SIT DOWN RELAX TALK TO MY BABY GAZEL ONLINE WHEN SHE HAS THE TIME TOO... THIS IS HOW I PUT YOUR TAX DOLLARS TO WORK... AND IF I FELT LIKE IT I'LL MAYBE THROW IN THE HULK MOVIE OR SOMETHING... SO THE GENTLEMAN'S BET IS STILL GOING... I'M STILL GOING STRONG I'M TRYING NOT TO WATCH PORN AT NIGHT NOW... OR READ IT WHEN I DROP KIDS OFF AT THE POOL... THE POT IS STILL AT 750 AND NO ONE ELSE HAS GOTTEN OUT YET... DAMN IF ONLY IT WAS A LAST MAN STANDING TYPE DEAL... WHERE WE GO THROUGHOUT WESTPAC... THEN THERE WILL BE A LAST MAN STANDING AND ONLY ONE MAN WILL BE ABLE TO GET THE WHOLE 750 DOLLARS... BUT I GUESS THEY WEREN'T THINKING ABOUT IT LIKE THAT... ALSO TODAY WE UNREP WITH A JAPANESE SHIP TODAY... (UNREP IS WHEN A SHIP PULLS ALONGSIDE ANOTHER SHIP AND THEN TAKES ON FUEL. IT'S LIKE A FUEL STATION OUT IN THE WATERS, BUT WITH SHIPS.) I WAS A PHONE TALKER BETWEEN BOTH SHIPS... I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND THE JAPANESE FOR SHIT... IT TOOK AN HOUR AND SO TO FREAKIN FUEL THIS SHIP... IT WAS REALLY LONG AND HOT... AND NOT UNDERSTANDING THE JAPANESE WAS GETTING ME IRRITATED... WELL AFTER A LONG DAY OF SO MUCH BULLSHIT AND STUFF... I ALWAYS TRY TO FIND MY WAY BACK TO THE COMPUTER SO I CAN TALK TO MY SWEET AND LOVING BABY GAZEL... SHE THE ONE WHO BRIGHTENS MY LIFE EVEN HOW FAR SHE IS FROM ME RIGHT NOW... I LOVE HER SO MUCH... WELL YEAH I'LL BLOG AGAIN SOMETIME LATER... I'M GOING TO TRY AND CHAT WITH MY BABY RIGHT NOW AND THEN GO TO SLEEP... WELL HOPE EVERYONE FEELS GOOD AT WHAT THEIR DOING RIGHT NOW... BECAUSE I SURE AIGHT... I WANT TO BE HOME ALREADY HOLDING MY SWEETHEART...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-106573175586123970?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106573175586123970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106573175586123970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106573175586123970' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-106534864649922379</id><published>2003-10-05T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T03:10:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL IT'S DAY FIVE OF THE GENTLEMENS BET... MY HAND IS GETTING REALLY DISSAPPOINTED THESE DAYS... IT'S STARTING TO TWICH AND STUFF... ONE MAN IS DOWN... HE COULD HOLD HIS OWN, BUT ATLEAST HE WAS HONEST ABOUT IT... I TALK TO MY SWEETHEART YESTERDAY... IT WAS REALLY GREAT TO HEAR FROM HER... I ALWAYS GET HAPPY WHEN I SPEAK TO HER... I HATE WHEN WE ARE AT A BAD COURSE, BECAUSE WHEN WE ARE AND I WANT TO TALK TO HER... THE PHONE GOES DOWN... I HOPE SHE UNDERSTANDS THAT I DON'T WANT TO OVERUSE MY HOOK UPS AROUND HERE... OR I MIGHT JUST LOOSE THE HOOK UP... SEEING HAVING THE INTERNET RIGHT NOW SO I CAN BLOG IS A HOOK UP... I HAVE MORE HOOK UPS ON THE SHIP THAN MOST OF THE OFFICERS... OH WELL HOOK UPS IS NOT ALL THAT ANYWAY... THE THING THAT'S BETTER IS GOING HOME AND SEEING MY BABY... I WISH I COULD SEE HER RIGHT NOW... I KNOW SHE LIKES THE ROSES I SENT HER... WELL I HOPE SHE DOES... SHE DESERVES THEM, BECAUSE SHE'S THE BEST... SHE'S MY LOVE OF MY LIFE... AND NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM GETTING TO MY LOVE... I LOVE BABY WITH ALL OF MY HEART...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-106534864649922379?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106534864649922379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106534864649922379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106534864649922379' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-106494627994127724</id><published>2003-09-30T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T11:24:39.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;      WELL IF YOU WONDERING HOW THIS DEPLOYMENT IS GOING... WELL TO TELL YOU ALL THE TRUTH... IF YOU EVER PLAN TO JOIN THE NAVY, AND IT'S NOTHING YOU EXPECTED... WELL THAT TOO BAD... WELL FOR ME ALL I'VE BEEN DOING SO FAR IS SLEEP AND GHETTO CHAT WITH MY BABY... AND DURING TIMES I'M WORKING I'M LANDING HELOS... HANDLING EVERYONE'S BULLSHIT AND TAKING BULLSHIT FROM ALL THOSE THAT ARE HIGHER THAN ME... SOME DAYS WHEN I'M NOT BUSY... THE GUYS AND I ARE ON THE BATTLEGROUNDS PLAYING SOME 8 ON 8 OR 4 ON 4 HALO... I'M UNSTOPPABLE IN MY SHOP... WELL JUST TODAY ON OCT.1 THE GUYS AND I JUST STARTED THE GENTLEMEN'S BET... THIS BET CONSIST OF NO SEXUALLY HABITS WITH THE HANDY MOORE FOR ATLEAST 60 DAYS... THE BET IS 50 DOLLARS EACHOTHER PERSON AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO BE HONEST TOO... BEFORE THE POT WAS AT 100 DOLLARS EACH PERSON... BUT THEN THERE WAS A FEW MODIFICATIONS, BUT NOW IT'S ONLY AT 50 NOW... WELL I HOPE I WIN THIS DAMN BET... WELL IF YOU ARE WONDERING WHERE WE HAVE BEEN ALREADY... THE ONLY PLACES THAT WE HAVE BEEN TOO IS SINGAPORE AND HAWAII... I WASN'T HAVING FUN OVER THERE AT EACH PLACE BECAUSE MY SWEETHEART WASN'T THERE WITH ME... I WISH SHE WAS THERE WITH ME... HOPEFULLY WHEN I COME BACK WE WILL GO TO HAWAII TOGETHER... ALL I DID IN SINGAPORE WAS TALK TO GAZEL AND STAY ON THE SHIP TO TALK TO HER SOME MORE... WELL I NEED TO GO BACK AND TALK TO MY BABY... SO EVERYONE TAKE IT EASY... TO REACH ME MY E-MAIL ADDRESS IS TUAZON@DECATUR.NAVY.MIL... E-MAIL ME IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR ANYHTING... BYE EVERYONE WHO'S KEEPING TRACK...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-106494627994127724?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106494627994127724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/106494627994127724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106494627994127724' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-105745981657295879</id><published>2003-07-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T21:58:21.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Where am I now...&lt;br /&gt;My eyes wide open as people crowd all over me...&lt;br /&gt;to see what new life has in store for thee...&lt;br /&gt;I'm here so what is comming next for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Please help me now...&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you, with open arms...&lt;br /&gt;to look what troubles my heart...&lt;br /&gt;And I see what I've been doing wrong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I need you now...&lt;br /&gt;My selfish ways has taken the best of me...&lt;br /&gt;everthing u see here, Is troubling my life...&lt;br /&gt;I can't see, my life is just so blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I hear you now...&lt;br /&gt;I found some way through the path of right...&lt;br /&gt;Yet my heart beats slowly inside...&lt;br /&gt;As I see my my love one pass away from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I know your near...&lt;br /&gt;It was love that came and rescued me...&lt;br /&gt;This new beginning will soon bossom one day...&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel complete once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You what you placed in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-105745981657295879?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/105745981657295879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/105745981657295879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105745981657295879' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-105674885606376150</id><published>2003-06-27T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T14:20:56.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm retard and everything else baby... But my feelings for you won't ever change and I Love you so much baby... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-105674885606376150?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/105674885606376150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/105674885606376150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105674885606376150' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-95008103</id><published>2003-05-28T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T18:26:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the week is almost up... I came back from a underway on friday... I was getting bored during the two weeks I was out... Now I'm back and really happy... Spending as much time with my baby gazel as I can... Yesterday we went up to Murphy Canyon... She gave me a tour of her old residence and showed me where her cousins lived... I was like wow this place looks nice and peaceful... After the tour we ate a King Aurther's supreme at Round Table's Pizza... It was so tasty, I've never had a good pizza like that in a while already... After that we went to her house and chilled for a while... The weekend was really cool I ate at quizno's with my baby, her sister, and her sister's boyfriend... Ohh it was so good to have a nice hot and toasted sub... We stopped by borders where she study a little bit for her finals... and the best part about our weekend was the number 8... She knows what I'm talking about... She's awesome... Well I got to go we are meeting up tonight at the pool hall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-95008103?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/95008103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/95008103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95008103' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-94569361</id><published>2003-05-19T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T23:36:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. First Name: einnar	&lt;br /&gt;2. Middle Name: francis&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Name: tuazon&lt;br /&gt;4. Nicknames: Ian&lt;br /&gt;5. City: Oxnard&lt;br /&gt;6. Age: 21&lt;br /&gt;7. Guy or Gal: guy&lt;br /&gt;8. Zodiac Sign: capicorn&lt;br /&gt;9. Siblings: one older sister &lt;br /&gt;10. What are they like?: my sister is cool she's really shy &lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair Color: black at night and brown in the sun...&lt;br /&gt;13. Eye Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;14. Height: 5'10 or 70" &lt;br /&gt;15. What hand do you write with: right&lt;br /&gt;16. Hair Length: short&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you bite your nails?: nah&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you think you are cute?: Well...&lt;br /&gt;19. Do others think you're cute?: I don't know answer to that...&lt;br /&gt;20. Shoe size: 11.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: yes&lt;br /&gt;22. If so what is their name?: Gazel Penalosa Nicolas&lt;br /&gt;23. Where do you shop the most?: Tilly's and Ambercrombie and Fitch &lt;br /&gt;or Anchor Blue...&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think your fashion is cool?: I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have any piercings? nope...&lt;br /&gt;26. If not, what do you want pierced?: maybe my ear...&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a tattoo? If yes, what and where?: no...&lt;br /&gt;28. If not do you want one, and what would it be?: first I would a &lt;br /&gt;tribal&lt;br /&gt;band on my left arm and a tat on my back... I don't &lt;br /&gt;	know what yet but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EXTRA STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you do drugs?: no&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you drink: sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;31. Who are your friends?: I have to many to name out...&lt;br /&gt;32. What kind of Shampoo and Conditioner do you use?: Stawberry Vo5 &lt;br /&gt;shampoo&lt;br /&gt;and conditioner...&lt;br /&gt;33. What sport(s) do you play: basketball and softball...&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you most scared of?: I was scared of heights then I got &lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;when I had to go 7 to 8 stories on my ship and all 	I had to support me&lt;br /&gt;was a harness and a beam that was only a foot thick...&lt;br /&gt;35. If you could go anywhere, where would it be?: anywhere besides this &lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;ship, Right now I wish I was at my baby's 	house...&lt;br /&gt;36. How often do you cut your toenails?: often enough...&lt;br /&gt;37. What are you listening to right now?: to my friend conversating on &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;phone about work again...&lt;br /&gt;38. Who are you talking to right now?: My baby gazel through &lt;br /&gt;e-mail...And&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda on the ship... she's fixing something and 	I'm bothering her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What time is it?: 4:47 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have your own phone line?: My crappy cell phone from freakin&lt;br /&gt;sprint...&lt;br /&gt;41. What's the last four digits of your phone number?: 4470&lt;br /&gt;42. What shoes do you wear?: vans &lt;br /&gt;43. What clothes do you sleep in?: I sleep in my boxers sometimes and &lt;br /&gt;if I&lt;br /&gt;feel like it my warmups...&lt;br /&gt;44. What kind car do you have?: Ford Mustang&lt;br /&gt;45. Who is the last person who called you? Someone on the ship and they&lt;br /&gt;pissed me off too...&lt;br /&gt;46. Where do you want to get married?: Somewhere that makes me and my &lt;br /&gt;wife&lt;br /&gt;feel comfortable at... I hope it don't become one 	huge philipino&lt;br /&gt;weddings either... Where there's a bunch of pictures and stuff like &lt;br /&gt;that...&lt;br /&gt;47. Who is the hottest guy/girl in your school?: I don't go to school &lt;br /&gt;I'm in&lt;br /&gt;the navy...&lt;br /&gt;48. If you could change anything about yourself what would that be?: I &lt;br /&gt;lose&lt;br /&gt;interest pretty quick... I would like to change 	that...&lt;br /&gt;49. Who do you really hate?: stinky ass people who can't listen...&lt;br /&gt;50. What are the ugliest names?: bob...&lt;br /&gt;51. Favorite Colour: red, black, gray, blue &lt;br /&gt;52. What's your favorite number?: 7&lt;br /&gt;53. Favorite Movie: a walk to remember&lt;br /&gt;54. Favorite Candy: twix, sour patch kids at the movies and starburst &lt;br /&gt;jelly&lt;br /&gt;beans...&lt;br /&gt;55. Brand: what do you mean brand...&lt;br /&gt;56. TV show: smallville when I have the chance and that 70's show...&lt;br /&gt;57. Food: lasagna and anything pasta...&lt;br /&gt;58. Fast food restaurant?: Quzino's&lt;br /&gt;59. Nail polish color: Ummm...&lt;br /&gt;60. Subject in school: chemistry and biology...&lt;br /&gt;62. Scent: I have 7 different kinds of colone eternity, truth, hugo,&lt;br /&gt;burberry, hei, herrea for men, I forgot that last one...&lt;br /&gt;63. Bath or Shower?: shower&lt;br /&gt;64. Teacher: ???&lt;br /&gt;66. Smoked?: trying to quit...&lt;br /&gt;67. Drank?: not really&lt;br /&gt;68. Got drunk?: yes&lt;br /&gt;69. Bungee Jumped?: NOpe not yet&lt;br /&gt;70. Went movie hopping: yes&lt;br /&gt;71. Broke any laws?: of course &lt;br /&gt;72. Ran from the cops?: nope&lt;br /&gt;74. Made yourself throw up?: nope&lt;br /&gt;75. Gone skinny dipping?: yup in the swimming pool at bali... In my &lt;br /&gt;hotel...&lt;br /&gt;76. Been In Love?: I am..&lt;br /&gt;77. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: No, I don't cry &lt;br /&gt;anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF, WHEN YOU HEAR These WORDS:&lt;br /&gt;78. Red: love&lt;br /&gt;79. Cow: milk&lt;br /&gt;80. Pig: beacon&lt;br /&gt;81. Rubber: condoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;br /&gt;82. Barfing on your date or date barfing on you?: date barfing on me...&lt;br /&gt;83. Have your Tonsils or your appendix removed?: nope&lt;br /&gt;84. Coolest: maybe&lt;br /&gt;85. The weirdest: i don't know&lt;br /&gt;86. Funniest: justin &lt;br /&gt;87. Smartest: jean &lt;br /&gt;88. Happiest: I am&lt;br /&gt;90. Sweetest: may&lt;br /&gt;91. Loudest: sherman&lt;br /&gt;92. Quietest: my baby Gazel when I'm around...&lt;br /&gt;93. Silliest: mikey &lt;br /&gt;94. Best Friends: justin and sherman&lt;br /&gt;95. who do you go to for advise?: kal and whoever I'm around&lt;br /&gt;96. Who knows all your secrets: haha maybe papa gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;104. Eaten an entire pack of KD: whats that?&lt;br /&gt;105. Caused a car accident?: nah..&lt;br /&gt;106. Seen the ocean: I'm in it right now...damn navy&lt;br /&gt;107. Night or Day: both&lt;br /&gt;108. Chocolate Chip or mint Chip: chocolate chip&lt;br /&gt;109. Ocean or lake: ocean&lt;br /&gt;110. Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;112. Love or lust: love&lt;br /&gt;113. Silver or gold: silver&lt;br /&gt;114. Pencil or pen: pen&lt;br /&gt;115. Skirt or jeans: jeans&lt;br /&gt;116. Rose or tulip: tulips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST 48 Hours, HAVE YOU..&lt;br /&gt;117. Cried: no&lt;br /&gt;118. Bought Something: a soda...&lt;br /&gt;119. Worn a skirt?: nah...&lt;br /&gt;120. Gone for a walk: yeah on the ship... yeah right...&lt;br /&gt;121. Gone for a drive: ha...&lt;br /&gt;122. Gone out for dinner?: ha...&lt;br /&gt;123. Taken a test?: ha...&lt;br /&gt;124. Talked to an ex: no&lt;br /&gt;125. Missed your ex: no&lt;br /&gt;126. Watched your favorite movie: nah..&lt;br /&gt;127. Given someone a present: no&lt;br /&gt;128. Missed someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;129. Hugged someone: yes, my baby in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;130. Kissed someone: yes, Gazel in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;131. Danced with someone: with myself in front of the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;132. Had a nightmare: no&lt;br /&gt;133. Fought with your parents?: ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FEELING SIDE:&lt;br /&gt;134. What do you feel about the Ouija board: never tried it before...&lt;br /&gt;135. Do u believe in yourself: all the time or I would be dead by &lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;br /&gt;136. Worst feeling in the world: being on the damn ship away from my &lt;br /&gt;baby...&lt;br /&gt;137. Best feeling in the world: being with my baby, gazel.&lt;br /&gt;138. Are you for world peace: trying to make it happen...&lt;br /&gt;139. Are you a health freak: before I was...&lt;br /&gt;140. Do you have a crush on anyone?: Gazel&lt;br /&gt;141. Who is your crush: Gazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-94569361?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/94569361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/94569361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94569361' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-93533347</id><published>2003-04-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T14:29:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     Well these days all I've been doing is just chilling and working my ass off... Just yesterday I had to climb up the mast of our ship... The mast is about 10 stories up... Yet I had to go up to the yarnarm which was around the 9th... The yard is just a beam about a foot in width... I had to go to the middle of the yardarm and work on my equipment... The bad part about being up there is that it's not good to look down and it's not good if you decide to drop any tools... The only plus about it is that you can smoke up there until you get caught... Also on the ship I've been standing watches called the M-14 watch... It's when you carry a M-14 and walk around the ship... It's a really borring and worthless watch...&lt;br /&gt;     My baby and I went to denny's a couple of days ago... Their nacho's over there are pretty good... We had a great time eating and joking with eachother... Went to the bowling alley up in the base to play pool every now and then... Play a couple rounds with my baby, Kal and Jeff... The thing I can't understand is how does my baby get so lucky... She doesn't even aim she just hit the cue ball and she makes her ball in... It's like damn and leaves me speechless... Went up to Viejas my baby played the slots while I played black jack... Went up for awhile till a damn drunk man got at the end of the table and fucked up the rotation... Then I lost only around 40 dollars... Went to my baby house a couple of time this month... We sometimes try watching a movie together... Watch punk'd together... Just yesterday me and my baby got mexican food and ate it ate her house... It's just great with her she's so interesting, wierd, and she's always in mind... &lt;br /&gt;     Today I just feel like chilling, I done alot already today and I'm really so tired right now... I need to go fix my cell phone some day... I'll hopefully get it done sometime this weekend... It's display shit and it has a crack in the front of it... I accidently sat on it... I'll probley get a new phone, but I'm not for sure yet... I think I'm going to try to rent a movie and try to watch it with my baby... It's just so fun with her, she so comfortable to be with... I'm so glad I met her... Thanks Jeff for helping me out... And thanks Kal and Ricciee for chilling with an outsider like me... &lt;br /&gt;"Einnar what's that?".. That's an individual who holds his head up high with a estatic smile... Because he knows he has great friends who are there for him and is with the best girl he has ever met... They make eachother very happy and their hearts never skip a beat... Thank you Lord... =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-93533347?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/93533347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/93533347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93533347' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-93098262</id><published>2003-04-23T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T00:04:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theandrea/1034278858_ctionlips2.jpg" border="0" alt="lip kiss"&gt;&lt;br&gt;kiss on the lips - you're sweet and simple but&lt;br&gt;quite daring. you move for the kill confidently&lt;br&gt;knowing the other person wants the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-93098262?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/93098262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/93098262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93098262' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-93098149</id><published>2003-04-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T00:00:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1045376560_tuffLoving.gif" border="0" alt="Loving"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the loving smile,the one that is entirely&lt;br&gt;devoted to others,especially that one&lt;br&gt;person.You really can't get them out of your&lt;br&gt;head,but then,you don't really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-93098149?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/93098149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/93098149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93098149' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-93097902</id><published>2003-04-22T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T23:53:41.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are what hot asian girls have in mind when they&lt;br&gt;go man-hunting. Not only do you have an&lt;br&gt;iresistable sense of humor and personality, you&lt;br&gt;also possess the intellegence and&lt;br&gt;sophistication to sweep her off her feet. The&lt;br&gt;perfect combination of all the best traits, you&lt;br&gt;are sought after by hoards of girls and often&lt;br&gt;must fight them off b/c you are such a sexy&lt;br&gt;beast. You're probably a player of sorts and&lt;br&gt;know you're hot shit. Hell, i probably couldn't&lt;br&gt;resist you. Me-rowr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/lushlily/quizzes/Are%20you%20bf%20material%20for%20a%20hot%20asian%20girl%20(me)%3F/"&gt;Are you bf material for a hot asian girl (me)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-93097902?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/93097902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/93097902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93097902' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-92970772</id><published>2003-04-21T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T00:06:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1032401078_CDocumentsandSettingsOwnerMyDocuments4journalquiz15.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy-Go-Lucky. You are a happy person and you&lt;br&gt;don't let your emotions get to you. You see&lt;br&gt;everything that's not in a positive light as&lt;br&gt;not worth messing with and deal with emotions&lt;br&gt;as they come. You are usually very happy and&lt;br&gt;probably experience many emotional highs. Enjoy&lt;br&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wintermoon/quizzes/How%20Emotional%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Emotional Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-92970772?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92970772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92970772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92970772' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-92969672</id><published>2003-04-20T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:29:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/freckleface/1038292316_ctiveflirt.JPG" border="0" alt="seductive flirt"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seductive Flirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/freckleface/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20FLIRT%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of FLIRT are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-92969672?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92969672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92969672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92969672' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-92968517</id><published>2003-04-20T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T22:57:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034194514_dercabbage.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;a cabbage patch kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-92968517?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92968517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92968517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92968517' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-92968140</id><published>2003-04-20T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T22:47:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033888893_ffparanoid.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Which%20Personality%20Disorder%20Do%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-92968140?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92968140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92968140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92968140' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-92967789</id><published>2003-04-20T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T22:38:54.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047301638_mysterious.jpg" border="0" alt="mysterious"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a mysterious kiss.  Your partner never&lt;br&gt;knows what you're going to come up with next;&lt;br&gt;this creates great excitement and arousal never&lt;br&gt;knowing what to expect.  And it's sure to end&lt;br&gt;in a kiss as great as your mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-92967789?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92967789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92967789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92967789' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-92967137</id><published>2003-04-20T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T22:23:20.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036291701_earasshole.gif" border="0" alt="asshole"&gt;&lt;br&gt;your asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-92967137?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92967137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92967137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92967137' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-92910296</id><published>2003-04-19T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T17:53:21.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043989612_icturesRed.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-92910296?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92910296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92910296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92910296' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-92017442</id><published>2003-04-04T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T01:52:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. your name spelled backwards: rannie&lt;br /&gt;2. where were your parents born? Somewhere far from here&lt;br /&gt;3. what is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? A song&lt;br /&gt;4. what's your favorite restaurant? The one where they serve different kinds of food&lt;br /&gt;5. last time you swam in a pool? In the Mariott in Pueto Vallarta&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever been in a school play? Yes I have...&lt;br /&gt;7. how many kids do you want? Having one kid sucks... Maybe a couple...&lt;br /&gt;8. type of music you dislike most? The one that sucks...&lt;br /&gt;9. are you registered to vote? Yup&lt;br /&gt;10. do you have cable? I don't... But my parents do...&lt;br /&gt;11. have you ever ridden on a moped? I don't swing that way...&lt;br /&gt;12. ever prank call anybody? Yeah... long ago though...&lt;br /&gt;13. ever get a parking ticket? Yeah in front of my house... I forgot it was street sweeping day...&lt;br /&gt;14. would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Sky diving... It looks very amusing...&lt;br /&gt;15. furthest place you ever traveled: Either Philipines, Singapore, Hong Kong, or Bali you pick...&lt;br /&gt;16. do you have a garden? Not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;17. what's your favorite comic strip? X-men is pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;18. do you really know all the words to your national anthem? Yup...&lt;br /&gt;19. bath or shower, morning or night? Shower and on special occassions hint hint maybe a bath...&lt;br /&gt;20. best movie you've seen in the past month? I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;21. favorite pizza topping?: Breakfast beacon, sausage, and pineapple... Best combo to try...&lt;br /&gt;22. chips or popcorn? Doritos chips...&lt;br /&gt;23. what color lipstick do you usually wear? I prefer the chapstick...&lt;br /&gt;24. have you ever smoked peanut shells? I've shitted peanut shells... That was when I was young though...&lt;br /&gt;25. have you ever been in a beauty pageant? of course... not...&lt;br /&gt;26. orange juice or apple? orange juice&lt;br /&gt;27. who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine? My friends on the ship... Went to a nice resturant had some beers shot the shit and ate dinner...&lt;br /&gt;28. favorite type chocolate bar? Ferrero rocher and Tiwx (2 for me and none for you) and Kit Kat (Give me a break)...&lt;br /&gt;29. when was the last time you voted at the polls? I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;30. last time you ate a homegrown tomato? Tomatoes are homegrown...&lt;br /&gt;31. have you ever won a trophy? Many of them...&lt;br /&gt;32. are you a good cook? When I get really bored and hungry and there's nothing to eat...&lt;br /&gt;33. do you know how to pump your own gas? Yeah, Just insert and pump right...&lt;br /&gt;34. ever order an article from an infomercial? Nah...&lt;br /&gt;35. sprite or 7-up? pepsi...&lt;br /&gt;36. have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? I'm in the navy... Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;37. last thing you bought at a pharmacy? Viagra...&lt;br /&gt;38. ever throw up in public? No not yet...&lt;br /&gt;39. would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love? I can make a million on my own all I want is my true love...&lt;br /&gt;40. do you believe in love at first sight? Sometimes when there nothing else to do...&lt;br /&gt;41. ever call a 1-900 number? Ofcourse I have... I'm a guy damn it...&lt;br /&gt;42. can ex's be friends? Most my ex's are friends but I ignore them most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;43. who was the last person you visited in a hospital? My mom...&lt;br /&gt;44. did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby? Yup...&lt;br /&gt;45. what message is on your answering machine? Did we answer the phone, No so stop calling...&lt;br /&gt;46. what's your all time favorite saturday night live character? I don't watch them...&lt;br /&gt;47. what was the name of your first pet? Monster...&lt;br /&gt;48. what is in your purse/wallet? Cards, IDs, and my baby's pix and a dollar folded in a heart... And i think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;49. favorite thing to do before bedtime? Talking to my baby...&lt;br /&gt;50. what is one thing you are grateful for today? Spending time with my baby...&lt;br /&gt;51. if you were to die tomorrow who would you leave everything you own to? My sister... She likes wearing my clothes that's why...&lt;br /&gt;52. name one person that you could stand spending a straight 24 hours with and not get the slightest bit annoyed with? My baby Gazel...&lt;br /&gt;53. what would be the first thing you would do if you woke up one morning and you were the opposite sex? Look in the mirror and check out my boobs...&lt;br /&gt;54. what is your dream career? Being a Doctor... &lt;br /&gt;55. if you could be in any movie as the lead role what movie would it be? Meet Joe Black...&lt;br /&gt;56. what do you secretly love reading? Porn, but it's mostly looking at pictures...&lt;br /&gt;57. what do you secretly love watching? Sponge Bob...&lt;br /&gt;58. you're allowed one super power, what would it be? X-ray vision... See what my baby is wearing today...&lt;br /&gt;59. if you could eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;60. what's the cheesiest thing you secretly love? This cool wobbling sponge bob I got on valentine... Thanks baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-92017442?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92017442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/92017442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92017442' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-90869823</id><published>2003-03-17T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T11:11:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The quote: Even though it might rain and pour hard. The sun will always be shining, behind the clouds... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Analysis this... And I will explain when I get back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-90869823?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/90869823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/90869823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90869823' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-90453084</id><published>2003-03-10T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T12:18:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Things for my Baby to look at...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=40280"&gt;This is how you make me Feel Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=30340"&gt;This is what I wish I could do If I wasn't stuck on the Ship Today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=18515"&gt;Also I would Like To&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=28396"&gt;This is For my Baby from Me and It's Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=18383"&gt;Even Though We Are Sometimes Wierd Together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=13633"&gt;Sometimes We Realize Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=12514"&gt;But This is What I feel About You Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=9655"&gt;I Must Give To You This So You Know I'm For Real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/flowgo2_view.cfm?page_id=31210"&gt;Now Have A Good Night Baby...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-90453084?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/90453084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/90453084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90453084' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-90408638</id><published>2003-03-09T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T11:09:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.puertovallarta.net/images_2000/maps/01_00_banderas_bay.gif" align="center"&gt;&lt;a/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from here on friday... It was really nice compared to some other place I've been to and seen... Me and two other guys chilled and went downtown to buy things for our ladies back here in diego... After we shopped around we went around to bars and shot the shit while drinking cervezas... We even visited the wal-mart there... If you ever decide to go there here are some helpfully tips to make your vaction a awesome one... You try the ATV tour... This tour take you through the rain forest... Across rivers and to small mexican towns... If think don't feel like a off road aventure... Then you can just go on a horseback riding tour... In this tour they pick you up at your hotel and bring you to a ranch... Where they provide you with drinks and stuff... They take you riding on to old cobble stone roads and straight to a waterfall in the middle of the jungle... You see many different kinds of exotic birds and animals... If think that's fun you should try going to the Mexican Fiesta at night... They have different exotic beverages to choose from, and you enjoy the folk music and dances they provide... If you just want to get wasted till the night... You can take the boo's cruise... On this cruise you take a wooden sail ship around the bay... All day drinking mostly all cervezas and mixed drinks... If you want to party at night in the town... The place to go is Senior Frogs... In this place you drink it up to music and the bartender puts on games, to win more drinks... If your wasted while taking walk through the strip... You can stop and watch Mexican folk dancing, mimes and also the baton flame girl... The hotel to lay your head is the Marriot... In the Marriot they have a beautiful swimming pool that's flows into the beach... In the middle of the swimming pool there's a rocks and a bar... With different kinds of favorites for any type of person... I had to rate Puerto Vallarta from 1-10... I would give it a 7... It has beautiful beaches where you can go snorkeling and diving... The food is so great wherever you go decide to go eat over there... The resturants there have their romantic touches in them... The night life is really great... and if your single this is the place to meet people, but If your taken or married... This is a place you may want to take your special someone... Yet the structures still need a little bit more work... It was because of the hurricane in 2002... Which made this place look like it's half done... But if you look throught that you'll see the beauty... For me this is on my places to take my baby list... Hopefully in the future she'll see how great this place is too with me...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puertovallarta.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.puertovallarta.net/images_2000/main_page/top_banner_sea.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;a/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-90408638?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/90408638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/90408638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90408638' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-89191414</id><published>2003-02-16T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T10:58:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well this pass week started off very disappointing and sad... One of my good friends I grew up with passed away... And for what... Well we'll not get into that but, " In life he showed us Happiness. In death he showed us life"... May he rest in peace... Here's the picuture of my homeboy and his obituary on my hometown's newspaper... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://obits.insidevc.com/2-02-03/Allen.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason Lee Allen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jason Lee Allen, 23, of Oxnard, passed away Feb. 2, 2003, at his residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was born Nov. 17, 1979, in Subic Bay, Philippines, and had been a Ventura County resident for 16 years, coming from Lemoore, Calif. He was a model and entertainer. Jason was a member of L.A. Workout and enjoyed dancing and performing on "Soul Train." He had been a backup dancer for Christina Aguilera, TLC, Christina McMillan, P. Diddy and After Dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is survived by his father, Leo; mother, Virginia; brothers, Jeffrey and Justin; uncle, Jimmy Guevara; aunt, Aida Guevara; nephews, Jeraldo and Marson; and last but not least, all of his close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitation will be from 3 to 9 p.m. Saturday, Feb. 8, and Sunday, Feb. 9, at Conrad-Carroll Mortuary. A vigil will be held at 7 p.m. Sunday, Feb. 9, also at the mortuary. Mass will be celebrated at 9 a.m. Monday, Feb. 10, at Mary Star of the Sea Church. Burial will be at Santa Clara Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrangements are under the direction of Conrad-Carroll Mortuary, (805) 487-4911.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my babe... She's made me happy... Her smiles brighten my darkest days... When I felt sad and dissapointed and when I needed someone to talk to she was there to listen and care... It's hard to notice what I really feel in different situations... But when I'm with her it's clear as water what I really feel... I'm  happy... During valentines day... My babe got me this real cool sponge bob statue that sways... It's so cool I just let it dance on my speaker when I play music... I was like go sponge, go sponge, go sponge... If it had pockets I'd put in some pennies for the work he does... Just kidding you'd have to be there... It's really the coolest thing I've ever owned... Thanks Kal, Ricciee and Jeff for going with her to pick it out... Yeah... Well I'll blog on how my day goes today... later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-89191414?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/89191414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/89191414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89191414' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-89112308</id><published>2003-02-14T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T13:32:48.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Happy Valentines to everyone who reads this... I've been waiting for this day to come... To share it with someone special... and when It came... I'm at home by myself still... I thought this day would be cool and stuff... But no it's just anyother day out of the year... It just has a special name for the day that's all... Well bye now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-89112308?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/89112308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/89112308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89112308' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-88410797</id><published>2003-02-01T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T08:34:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BASIC QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;[my name is]: einnar...&lt;br /&gt;[in the morning i am]: working...&lt;br /&gt;[love is]: to never say your sorrey...&lt;br /&gt;[if i could see one person right now]: My grandma...&lt;br /&gt;[im afraid of]: losing control of myself...&lt;br /&gt;[i dream about]: living on the moon...&lt;br /&gt;[actually seen ur crush naked]: maybe...&lt;br /&gt;[been in love]: can't answer that...&lt;br /&gt;[cried when someone died]: of course, but will never anymore...&lt;br /&gt;[drank alcohol]: plenty...&lt;br /&gt;[lied]: time and time again...&lt;br /&gt;[coke or pepsi]: pepsi...&lt;br /&gt;[flowers or candy]: I don't like candy that much... Flowers are fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;[Cartoon character]: sponge bob square pants... of course...&lt;br /&gt;[Color]: black... it absorbs all the other colors...&lt;br /&gt;[Movie]: the way we were... my mom's favorite that's why...&lt;br /&gt;[Animal]: penguin&lt;br /&gt;[Spot]: silverstrand in Oxnard... on the rocks...&lt;br /&gt;[Drink]: coronas with lime... preferly some salt sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;[Place in the world]: Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;[Play from shakespeare]: romeo and juilet&lt;br /&gt;[Song]: lose yourself... by eminem&lt;br /&gt;[TV show]: family guy&lt;br /&gt;[Quote]: always finish what you start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;[what do u notice first?]: her legs if she's wearing a skirt and if not... her attitude&lt;br /&gt;[last person u slow danced with]: Gazel on the ship...&lt;br /&gt;[worst thing to say]: AHHHHHHhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;[scruff or clean shaven]: I shave my nuts or is that to personal to share...&lt;br /&gt;[tall or short]: medium women is a must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO&lt;br /&gt;[makes u laugh the most?]: I make myself laugh... cause i'm in my own little world... ahhh... I'm naked... hahaha just kidding... ok don't laugh jackasses...&lt;br /&gt;[makes you smile]: my babe Gazel whenever I'm around here...&lt;br /&gt;[gives u a funny feeling when u see them]: Gazel does duh...&lt;br /&gt;[has a crush on u?]: hopefully no one and if you do... Im taken and I'm really happy too...&lt;br /&gt;[easier to talk to: boys or girls?]: Guys and sometimes girls cause they say girls are always right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN&lt;br /&gt;[Yourself]: everytime...&lt;br /&gt;[GOD]: he's standing here with me...&lt;br /&gt;[Ghosts]: every once and while...&lt;br /&gt;[Angels]: well I'm here aren't I...&lt;br /&gt;[Santa Clause]: he delivered me the best present I ever had and that's my babe...&lt;br /&gt;[Tooth Fairy]: saw her years ago... she jacked my baby teeth and didn't even leave me any cash...&lt;br /&gt;[Monsters]: their called wife beaters and people who hit little kids...&lt;br /&gt;[UFO's]: sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;[Another World other than Ours]: there maybe is... but I know we are not alone...&lt;br /&gt;[War]: I don't... but if i have to protect my family and friends... well then I'm there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN&lt;br /&gt;[Embrassed]: yup... I ran into a glass window at my friends party...&lt;br /&gt;[Lonely]: when I vent...&lt;br /&gt;[Lost]: when I have thoughts in my head...&lt;br /&gt;[Cheated on]: once... but that's in the past...&lt;br /&gt;[Heartbroken]: no not yeah and hopefully never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 24 HRS&lt;br /&gt;[Cried]: nah...&lt;br /&gt;[Worn a skirt]: thought about it but nah...&lt;br /&gt;[Met someone New]: nah...&lt;br /&gt;[Cleaned your room]: Yeah now it's like... wow this is my room... wow is my expression when I walk into it... &lt;br /&gt;[Drove a car]: everywhere and any where as long as I'm with my babe in Diego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS AND LIFE &lt;br /&gt;[Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend]: yeah my babe Gazel...&lt;br /&gt;[Like anyone?]: ofcourse she starts with a G and ends with a L and she makes me happy... &lt;br /&gt;[Who have you known the longest of your friends]: Justin Allen and Sherman Guiang...&lt;br /&gt;[Who's the loudest]: Sherman... One time in the Vans store these dikes came in... And sherm said out loud Butch... these dikes turn around and smiled at me and sherm... Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Who's the shyest]: none of us... because when we chill together we always speak our mind... and when we pronounce something stupid we all laugh at eachother... &lt;br /&gt;[Who's the weirdest]: me... because I been through alot already and I don't care what people think... You can like or not... but I ain't going to change to make someone else feel good... &lt;br /&gt;[Who do you go to for advice]: they come to me sometimes to get stuff off they're chest... but in my situation they disect all my problems when they need some analizing...&lt;br /&gt;[Who do you cry with]: we don't cry... crying won't bring someone back in any case... all you need to do is drink up and try to survive the hang over the next day...&lt;br /&gt;[Whats the best feeling in the world]: when I'm with my babe Gazel... &lt;br /&gt;[Worst Feeling]: losing someone who had a impact in your life... My they rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU / DO YOU / ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;[smoke]: Yeah it helps relieve my stress when I'm getting my ass chewed by one of the higher ranking foo's on the ship...  &lt;br /&gt;[obsessive]: that a good cologne... oh wait thats obession...&lt;br /&gt;[could u live without the computer?]: nah... it gets boring on the ship... so play on the comp...&lt;br /&gt;[how many peeps are on ur buddylist?]: very few... I try to become unnoticed...&lt;br /&gt;[what's your favorite food?]: anything with pasta in it... I should be italian or something...&lt;br /&gt;[whats ur favorite fruit?]: chocolate covered strawberries... Never had it for a long time... I wonder if my babe knows how to make them...&lt;br /&gt;[what hurts the most? physical pain or emotional pain?]: I never went through a emotional pain yet... this is to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;[trust others way too easily?]: If you got 100 dollars i can trust you... just slip in the keyboard or place it in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;[i want]: Gazel to happy with me...&lt;br /&gt;[i wish]: My babe can stop being scared... I'm always here for her... If she needs me...&lt;br /&gt;[i love]: the lord and all his many creatures... even this fly that's sharing the ice cream with me... just kidding...literally...&lt;br /&gt;[i miss]: nothing... becuase I found a piece I was missing and she's the best...&lt;br /&gt;[i fear]: nothing... and killing myself...&lt;br /&gt;[i hear]: this damn computer's fan running like crazy....&lt;br /&gt;[i wonder]: if i buy two lottery tickets will my chances be greater... or will i just be losing cash... damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-88410797?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/88410797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/88410797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88410797' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87831266</id><published>2003-01-22T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T00:41:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm vanishing from san diego and going out to sea... To defend the United States from foriegn and domestic threats... And to destroy the enemy before they come and hurt our love ones... Even though a week doesn't seem very long I hope and I pray... That they don't order us to leave for Iraq while we are out there training... Because I'll miss everything I have and also the one thing I found... Which is so pure and true... And that is my heart... I wave good bye and in a blurr... I disappear..............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87831266?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87831266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87831266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87831266' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87817273</id><published>2003-01-21T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T18:37:31.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gazel&lt;/b&gt; you also look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wonderful Tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Damage&lt;br /&gt;It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to a party and everyone turns to see&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.&lt;br /&gt;And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel wonderful because I see&lt;br /&gt;The love light in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And the wonder of it all&lt;br /&gt;Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,&lt;br /&gt;So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.&lt;br /&gt;And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,&lt;br /&gt;I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87817273?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87817273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87817273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87817273' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87816626</id><published>2003-01-21T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T18:24:51.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gazel&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;b&gt;No One Else Comes Close&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;The two of us alone together&lt;br /&gt;Something's just not right&lt;br /&gt;But girl you know that I would never&lt;br /&gt;Ever let another's touch, come between&lt;br /&gt;The two of us Cause no one else will ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;No one else comes close to you&lt;br /&gt;No one makes me feel the way you do&lt;br /&gt;You're so special girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And you'll always be eternally&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;You always say the words I love to hear&lt;br /&gt;Girl with just a touch you can do so much&lt;br /&gt;No one else comes close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up to&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream come true, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I'll always treasure&lt;br /&gt;Every kiss and everyday I'll love you girl in&lt;br /&gt;Every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always will, cause in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;No one else comes close to you&lt;br /&gt;No one makes me feel the way you do&lt;br /&gt;You're so special girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And you'll always be eternally&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;You always say the words I love to hear&lt;br /&gt;Girl with just a touch you can do so much&lt;br /&gt;No one else comes close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87816626?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87816626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87816626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87816626' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87716409</id><published>2003-01-19T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T23:21:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I made it to age 21... Even though I've messed around and chilled with so many girls... esspecially in Great Lakes... And on deployment... I know that I found my number 1... The one who makes me tingle all over... When I first met her I thought of her as just a good friend... Someone I can chill with and talk about to my friends in my hometown Oxnard... So many people I talked to too... I would ask how they felt when they found their right one... Yet I never thought I would find that love they found... Their answers I thought were meaningless and so cloudly to me... They would tell me that I shouldn't find love, let love find you... Now I know how they felt and I know what they meant... It is the greatest feeling in the world... &lt;b&gt;Gazel&lt;/b&gt; makes my heart shake and my knees weak and my smile come alive... Time has taken a toll on me and kicked my ass a few times... But I still recovered and still going strong... &lt;br /&gt;I remember the first day I was introduced to her... She was with &lt;b&gt;Ricciee &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Jeff&lt;/b&gt;, they came to the house... I saw them comming out of ricciee's SUV... And I just came from work feeling all crappy... then they came to the door with a bag of taco bell... And right there at the door Jeff introduced me to them both... But you know me when I meet people I don't know I just all of sudden ignore them... Who would have thought that, the girl I thought I ignored would be that one I was waiting for my whole life... What was even sad is that I forgot their names the day after I met them... I'm sorry guys... Now that I'm with &lt;b&gt;Gazel&lt;/b&gt;, it's just me and her on the dance floor... By ourselves dancing each day as each song plays... To all my readers who read this my last thought of the night... Don't find love, let love find you... Cause I know it found me and now I feel real complete... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87716409?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87716409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87716409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87716409' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87634222</id><published>2003-01-18T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T02:49:55.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a very interesting day... Like my life isn't interesting enough... Well anyways... I woke up around 0530 and headed to work in shorts and a hoody... When I got to work the command was in lines... Ready to start the morning off with pt... My theory on pt is... It's for people who need it badly... During the running portion in pt... I decided to walk the whole mile and a half... Why waste perfectly good energy on running when I can walk and still untilize the same muscles I do when I run... After pt my day in hell started... All I did on the ship today is get tasked with more work and get yelled at by my boss because of bullshit... Ohh well I guess a day isn't complete without the bullshit... And it seems my boss fills that gap really well... Also to make my day even worse my boss wrote me up... I guess my chances for this years Sailor of the Quarter is over... I told my coworker thomas that after work... I'm going to spend my time with my girl Gazel... Reason is that she is the only one that makes me happy here in Diego... 1600 comes rolling around and by then the XO secures everyones liberty... By securing the brow...By the time I get off I go and try to get a hair cut... But when I do... Since we got off at 1800 I find the barbershop is closed... So I go home and chill till Gazel and Kaleena picked me up... To take me back to damn ship... I find my boss still there and still she started getting me mad... The best part was when she told me that I was fire from my collateral duty... Ohh well I don't care about papperwork that much... Luckily we left the ship... After we took off and went to In and Out... Where we met up with up with everyone else... I had a great double double animal style... And a nice decent coke on the side... Ricciee's sister asked what kind of shake was good and I told her a strawberry shake... Then I started shaking like crazy... It wasn't because I was cold... It was because since Gazel was there my heart started shaking... Which caused my whole body to shake... Yeah baby... After in and out we go our seperate ways and Gazel and I, get a ride back to Jeff's house... At Jeff's me and Gazel chilled till I took her home... Thanks babe for brightening up my day... =)... The End... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87634222?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87634222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87634222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87634222' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87522713</id><published>2003-01-15T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T23:53:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi gazel..."I'm Your Angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mountain to high for you to climb&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do, is have some kind in faith&lt;br /&gt;No river is too wide to make it across&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do, is believe when you pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you will see the morning will come,&lt;br /&gt;in everyday will be bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your fears, cast them on me&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel,&lt;br /&gt;And all hope gone I'm here&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no different who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your Angel, I am your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your tear drops and I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;All you need is time, seek me and you shall find&lt;br /&gt;You have everything and your still lonely&lt;br /&gt;It don't have to be this way&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will see, the morning will come&lt;br /&gt;And all of your day will be bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;So all of your fears just cast them on me&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time to faced the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace will keep us safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it seems as if your end this growing year&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dear give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;Just put trust on the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87522713?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87522713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87522713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87522713' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87344071</id><published>2003-01-13T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T00:24:24.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This last weekend was a joyable weekend... Saturday I visited Gazel on her break... She took 3 breaks that day but I spent the last break with her... That day her job was to just walk around and pick up all the stuff people drop on the floor... After that Kaleena Gazel and I went to the ship to visit my kid Chris... After telling Chris that I have a spot check with him... He called me a dick... A spot check is a evaluation on how they perform on their equipment... I just looked at Chris and said that's to bad... Ha ha I got the upper hand... When we left the ship I saw the two kids getting along together... Before we left the base we spotted by A&amp;W that's where Gazel was craving a root beer float... We departed and went straight to Jeff's house... Where we ordered pizza and chilled... The pizza arrived like around an hour and so after we ordered... So I decided to ask for a discount... And the pizza man hooked us up... While we hooked him up with pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters... That was alot of pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters... It was pretty sad I wanted to even get him a bag to hold them... Oh well sorry pizzaman... We ate the pizza and out of nowhere my but started to talk to me... The was the highlight of the night... Yes my ass was... On Sunday Gazel and I went to church and chilled a while... I got tired just standing there watching all the people lucky enough to sit down... Note to self go to church alittle earlier... We left the church and went to the mini NEX and bought some stuff... After the NEX we took off and I dropped her off home... Sadly she went to work...So I took off and went back home... To kill time I decided to clean the bathroom... Now the bathroom is bling blingin... Or until i use it again... It's around 1600 and i decided to go and visit Gazel at work... we chilled on her break... I left after 15 mins and went back to the house... Around 1900 Gazel, Ricciee, Bernie, Jeff, Kaleena and I go to get something to eat at In and Out... When we were done eating this guy who has a boyfriend that Ricciee knows... Comes to the In and Out spot... We make jokes on how we should go up to those two guys and laugh at how ugly the guy's boyfriend is... Just for Ricciee... Damn those fags... Well the night is almost over and so we headed over to the house... Everyone leaves and me and Gazel just chill together until 2230 and then I just drop her off at her car... That night was great and I got to see Gazel smile for the longest and it was a great feeling... well goodnight readers by bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87344071?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87344071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87344071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87344071' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87259031</id><published>2003-01-11T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T17:08:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in the morning Chris and I almost passed out... Our whole command was running pt... We started our run with the slowest group possible... Chris and I ran at least 1 minute then we got tired... or at least i got tired... So we decided to walk for a while... Till we saw the fast group comming then Chris and I decided to run all the way to the ship... Or i mean till I got tired again... The morale to this prolonging story is to never start smoking... Cuase once you start running it will kick your ass... It kicked mine... After the little pt session I ate different kinds of fruit for breakfast... Strawberries are the best fruits to eat... Why because I like them... So eat them so you can grow as big and strong like me... Well anyways in the morning I worked with a civilian in fixing and cleaning out the ventalation systems in each of my space... The tip there is don't believe those NAVY commericals there not true... Well after all that was done me and the guys played this game called meow meow... It's a game like uno, but you have to use a regular deck of cards... I finally got out at 1145 for the first time in my Naval history and that's pretty sad... I took off and left to go home instead of getting a hair cut... because I was kinda to lazy to get one... I didn't really care for a haircut all I wanted to do was get home and chill with my babe... We chilled and talked till she had to depart and go to work... I was so tired after I dropped her off... That I fell asleep when I got back home... Feeling bad that I overslept... I stopped by her work again and waited for her to get off work... She got off work at 2130 and we talked again and chill till 2330 at the spot... Today I understood her more and saw what was really the matter... Everyone who really knows me... Knows the morales and values I set for myself... Even though I'm still young I have high goals and expectations that I will accomplish and achieve... So if I do tell someone something from deep down inside... They don't need to worry cause they know what my heart is made of... well take care readers and peace out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87259031?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87259031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87259031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87259031' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87251364</id><published>2003-01-10T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T20:53:36.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohana means family.... Nobody gets left behind... So why do I feel lost..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87251364?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87251364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87251364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87251364' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87156274</id><published>2003-01-09T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T00:12:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up at 0300 and assumed the watch with a shotgun by my side... After I got relieved I tried to go to sleep but the boss wanted me to fix different kinds of equipment... Chris was walking around the shop showing everyone my picture... He is going to get it on deployment day... Or maybe even wog day... When he least expects it I'm going to pipe him over the head with my 24inch cresant wrench Goliath... When that was happening all the other guys were thinking of just making copies and postting them in the shop... So I just Jacked the picture back... Got my ass kicked but aleast I made it out alive... After all the bullshit that was going on at work because my boss was being an ass... I got to go back home... When I was really close to home the rain started hitting like crazy... I was only traveling at a steady pace of 40 MPH... Till I lost control of my car and made a 360 turn on the road home... When I finally gain control of my car... I had a long pause and then started to laugh about it... You know that einnar laugh I do so well... When I got home I took a nice hot shower... Shaved and washed my face... I found I was all alone in the house no one to tell my story of survival too... So I decide to call the hot chick... And ask her what's going on today... She tells me that her, ricciee, and jeff are comming over just to chill and watch DVD's... I was like yes she's comming over... My heart started to race... This day was starting to get better by that minute she told me... Becuase every minute your angry that's 60 seconds of happiness loss... That was the quote of the day from chris... &lt;br /&gt;When she came over in my mind I was like yipee she's here... We chilled awhile and then our home boy bernie came by... Then after he came kaleena showed up... But sad to say Chris wasn't there to make the night complete... He was off so where chilling with the other guys on my ship... Well even though &lt;b&gt;Gazel&lt;/b&gt; was there so she made the night for me very fun... We all got together inside the living room... literally the Living room inside the house... well anyways we all watch the movie called &lt;i&gt;the sweetest thing&lt;/i&gt;... half way through kaleena had to jam out... So the party was getting slimmer by the hour... Finally the movie was finished and so &lt;b&gt;Gazel&lt;/b&gt; and I just chilled together... Making every minute count... We chilled until 2200 and then I took her home... Analyzing this day it started off on the wrong track... but then when Gazel came by... All the things that happen before she was there were all part of a foundation to such a wonderful conclusion... Well I got to go to work today around 0600 so I need to caught up on my z's... So good night to all my readers and peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87156274?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87156274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87156274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87156274' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87100346</id><published>2003-01-07T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T11:07:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'm stuck on the ship... It's pretty sad, but Im still happy... Just about an hour ago... This hot chick and her friend came by to see me... I was in the middle of a drill when they came by... I was like yes that's awesome... Every second I'm with Gazel my frown turns upside down... I was stressing about my boss today... I asked her when my guys were going to get off today... Because they were done with their work... But she straight told me " stop fuckin asking when they will get off."  She just made my day at that minute... My boss makes my days on this damn ship... Very fuckin slow... But my day change when I saw GAZEL... I was like "yes she came by."...  When I found she was coming by today... I asked some guys to take my watch so I can spend as much time with her as I can... Luckily they was really cool about it... Now my watch is at 0300 tommorrow... It sucks but i don't mind... I'll just get alittle sleep before watch... I know I'm going to be a wreck tommorrow when i wake up... But hopefully sun the shines for me... have a good night... peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87100346?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87100346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87100346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87100346' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-87035354</id><published>2003-01-06T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T17:46:45.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is to someone special whose made me happy this past month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I've been searching for you&lt;br /&gt;                 I heard a cry within my soul&lt;br /&gt;                 I've never had a yearning quite like this before&lt;br /&gt;                 Know that you are walking right through my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I have met her... She is so way different from other girls I meet... She's really cool... Her attitude is awesome... Her smile is beautiful... Her eyes twinkle in the night... And my heart beats fast and slow whenever she's around... And I know if she was just a friend to me... I would feel so incomplete... Because once you have something special hold on to it and never let go... Cause I know I'm not going to let go... Things that happen yesterday and before are in the past... Today is a new day and tommorrow will soon be here... But like I said I'm going to keep holding on... So smile for me girl and lets live our lives together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-87035354?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87035354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/87035354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87035354' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-86965497</id><published>2003-01-05T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T13:54:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well these past few days have been the best... My kid Chris had met the girl I wanted him to meet... Me and my friends spent dinner at this nice resturant called Peohes... It was a nice hawaiian resturant in Coranado which out look the waters... And once you enter inside it's like paradise... There's a waterfall and seating is pretty cool too... All you need is cash to get you through the night... Met a cool guy whom my homegirl here in deigo likes... He was really cool and it seems he is older than me, so I'm not the oldest in the group no more... Just on friday we went to eat at this cool place... It was really great, I was happy with the turnout... We all got to realize that without the fu in fun... All you have is just the n which spells out nothing... well I gots to go now I'll blog something else tonight...peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-86965497?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/86965497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/86965497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86965497' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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-4056133.post-86694173</id><published>2002-12-30T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T03:42:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I just got off of watch...  It's around 0300 in the morning... My head is starting to ache constantly... I have so many conflicting thought's in my head... Which I tried to smoke  away... But that didn't work... I should of took my 9mm, I had on watch... Pointed it at my head and see where that would take me... But I know I have a purpose in life... So I won't let it end in one click... So with my knowledge of understanding and expertise I'm going to sleep it all away... And hopefully wake up refresh and ready to take the world on another day... And leave this day behind me in the past... So these are my last words to all my fellow readers...So understand them carefully, "If you had one shot, one opportunity...To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment, would you capture it or just let it slip?"...Eminem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4056133-86694173?l=einnar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/86694173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056133/posts/default/86694173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnar.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86694173' title=''/><author><name>einnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14961953114649266162</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>
