<?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-4043201</id><updated>2011-11-30T15:30:26.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Subconsciously... my deep personal thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'>"Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is." Jean-Paul Sarte</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-8963903037538904741</id><published>2011-11-30T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:30:26.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JavaScript Embedif(document.getElementById("showAndSharePlayerC-55065542-c127-47c3-8e06-18a57257be73:1")){document.getElementById("showAndSharePlayerC-55065542-c127-47c3-8e06-18a57257be73:1").innerHTML=dmsEmbed.getSimplePlayer("C-55065542-c127-47c3-8e06-18a57257be73:1","https://cisco-sns.cisco.com/vportal/VideoPlayer.jsp?ccsid=C-55065542-c127-47c3-8e06-18a57257be73:1#", "false", 480 )}else{</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/8963903037538904741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=8963903037538904741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/8963903037538904741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/8963903037538904741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2011/11/ifdocument.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-3451365219059130671</id><published>2011-08-04T01:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T03:04:09.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Best Songs Never PlayedAs a longtime and pretty die-hard Linkin Park fan, I've grown up with the band throughout the last dozen years or so. Ever since I first got their first (first as Linkin Park) CD Hybrid Theory in 2000 (or was it 2001? can't remember...) Their best CD was undoubtedly Meteora - and it took me a while to come around and really start to see the value in them changing their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/3451365219059130671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=3451365219059130671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/3451365219059130671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/3451365219059130671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-songs-never-played-as-longtime-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-jDcNS8obg/TjpBaJrUtOI/AAAAAAAAASw/QLepUsr-anQ/s72-c/Underground_3.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-9106381551744960368</id><published>2011-02-06T12:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T02:47:45.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Late ResolutionI can’t quite put a finger on it – despite the fact that I have 10 at my disposal. Perhaps there’s a separate reason for each digit, but in the end it doesn’t really matter because I’ve already made up my mind. New Year’s 2011 was 37 days ago but like they say, “better late than never right?”This year, I will travel – at least 1 different state or country per month. The obvious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/9106381551744960368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=9106381551744960368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/9106381551744960368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/9106381551744960368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2011/02/late-resolution-i-cant-quite-put-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/TU7YzoyZL8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/d08FkUx3_5A/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-2966865529570542948</id><published>2011-02-01T23:20:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:40:04.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saying Goodbye  Saying goodbye is never easy. That's a pretty damn obvious statement and we've all experienced it. However there are certain varying levels, degrees, and sensations that you feel when the act of "saying goodbye" takes place - but also a lot happens in the near future as well. I'm not even going to address the positives, because it's usually related to some feeling of resentment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/2966865529570542948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=2966865529570542948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/2966865529570542948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/2966865529570542948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2011/02/saying-goodbye-saying-goodbye-is-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/TUjsBDzjxBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ynr5da_ONs8/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-5559650006519705693</id><published>2010-06-18T01:46:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T02:13:02.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waiting and Hoping (for her)"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow." ~ Albert EinsteinI've been doing a lot of thinking about my personal life recently. A lot. I keep running into a major fork in the road when trying to decide how I should (or need to) act in terms of finding someone. Should I be proactive and making a conscious effort? Or do I go with the flow and just let it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/5559650006519705693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=5559650006519705693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/5559650006519705693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/5559650006519705693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-day-learn-from-yesterday-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/TBsM4l3a6GI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4Ej9u9AgKww/s72-c/little-girl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-1936636355957256124</id><published>2010-06-16T23:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:19:27.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Connecting The Dots“If you’re a new follower, send me a note and let me know how you stumbled across my twitter page. I love hearing how the connection was made.” – Julie Minevich’s Twitter wallpaperAnd that’s exactly what I plan to do – because of reasons that I will in time explain. The picture is a timeline of the chain of events, which is elaborated upon below.Monday morning had reared its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/1936636355957256124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=1936636355957256124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/1936636355957256124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/1936636355957256124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2010/06/connecting-dots-if-youre-new-follower.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/TBmcMFbRKfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lrMddEl5qNo/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-5173544058354309277</id><published>2010-03-06T22:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:39:22.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2nd Place The thought of coming up just short of winning and taking it all - the glory, the limelight, the feeling of accomplishment and pride - has to be one of the worst feelings that humans endure. When "play to win" is the mentality, coming in as the runner-up just doesn't cut it for anyone competing in anything. You are the number 1 loser. The person/team that came oh-so-close. Your names </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/5173544058354309277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=5173544058354309277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/5173544058354309277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/5173544058354309277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2010/03/2nd-place-thought-of-coming-up-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/S5Ms9K2rzJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Eh61Ye9a6fI/s72-c/loss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-8526869140006207721</id><published>2010-02-27T11:49:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:17:28.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back!It's been 1 year and almost 2 Months since I last posted on here. I honestly don't even know where to start. Well I suppose I could start with how/why I decided to revitalize this blog and am making a commitment to start blogging again - even if it's in a limited basis (say, once a month). I actually stumbled upon a new friend's blog, and it's a long shot but maybe she'll read this and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/8526869140006207721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=8526869140006207721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/8526869140006207721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/8526869140006207721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-its-been-1-year-and-almost-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/S4sjSHSN2fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5h5CG6B9N9Q/s72-c/posting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-4025848960153409672</id><published>2009-01-07T00:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:42:54.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The StoryThis was my first time traveling during the holiday season, and boy was it a horrifying story that had a happy ending. I've told this story probably 10 times to numerous people already, and each time I get better at telling it. I think I've gotten the final version down, so here it is... in all it's glory (no exaggerations, I sware).I had purchased my plane ticket home for Christmas and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/4025848960153409672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=4025848960153409672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/4025848960153409672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/4025848960153409672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-this-was-my-first-time-traveling.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-4023749429160127722</id><published>2008-10-04T23:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:12:32.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 25th Birthday - October 3rd, 2008(Warning!) Before you start reading, I should give a fair warning that this is pretty long. It took me almost all of Saturday to compose and rearrange my thoughts and feelings that I’ve experienced in the last couple of days. I’d suggest either you dedicate about ½ an hour to read all of this or just pick the section from the below links to read the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/4023749429160127722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=4023749429160127722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/4023749429160127722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/4023749429160127722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-25th-birthday-october-3rd-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/SOg4zrgcIeI/AAAAAAAAACw/uppbf6P8WwU/s72-c/sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-3253625210340017250</id><published>2008-08-05T12:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:18:44.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apollo 2.0So I was making my daily rounds on the internet and browsing the latest news on MSNBC's website, when the below headline (and article) caught my eye:Cloned pit bull puppies revealed. All five of him.As it turned out there was a woman who decided to have her pit pull cloned... AFTER the dog had already died. There is a biotech firm in Korea named RNL Bio who performed the cloning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/3253625210340017250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=3253625210340017250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/3253625210340017250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/3253625210340017250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2008/08/apollo-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/TBmhySiDl5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/SDTGZJ02eV0/s72-c/funny+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-5780985425080076738</id><published>2008-08-03T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:03:38.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking and Seeing ClearlyMaybe I'm too picky, but then again most people are. I'm pretty sure everyone has their limits, boundaries, filters... whatever you want to call it, basically things that they can't handle or won't tolerate.When it comes to women (and I've had this conversation a few times with Alex) and if you were asked to describe your perfect girl, would you be able to do it? I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/5780985425080076738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=5780985425080076738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/5780985425080076738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/5780985425080076738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2008/08/thinking-and-seeing-clearly-maybe-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-40497492713310356</id><published>2008-05-31T02:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:54:13.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GW's Advice(I'm glad I managed to sneak in a May entry on the 31st day of this month)I think it's weird how your opinion, feelings, and emotion towards one person can change so quickly and unexpectedly - and how drastic the Snow Ball Effect is. One might also call it the Domino Effect, but the end result is that it sets into motion a whole lot of sh!t and events that lead to one another.With that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/40497492713310356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=40497492713310356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/40497492713310356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/40497492713310356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2008/05/gws-advice-im-glad-i-managed-to-sneak.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-8891215523167216106</id><published>2008-04-25T04:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:37:38.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To JMK:My dad once told me a piece of advice that I think we’ve all heard at one point or another, and that is, “put yourself in the other person’s shoes.” And in doing so, I’ve realized how I must’ve made you feel these last couple of weeks – despite having a talk last weekend to express some of the things I’ve been thinking or feeling. I felt (you must’ve felt) like there was this person that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/8891215523167216106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=8891215523167216106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/8891215523167216106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/8891215523167216106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-jmk-my-dad-once-told-me-piece-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-6864997904801978079</id><published>2008-04-19T01:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:15:21.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Superpowers As children, I think that every one of us has at one point or another wished we were superheroes or had super powers. To this day I still have those wishes, and often like to fantasize about how I would use those powers (for good, for evil, for personal goals/reasons). I like to think about those powers as I lay in bed at night in order to send my brain into a spiral of thoughts full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/6864997904801978079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=6864997904801978079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/6864997904801978079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/6864997904801978079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2008/04/superpowers-as-children-i-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/TBmhT5gy9CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MjM7gGs20jQ/s72-c/10098120-mind-power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-4804656187861397420</id><published>2008-04-12T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:06:46.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This feeling: jealousyJealous1 a: intolerant of rivalry or unfaithfulness b: disposed to suspect rivalry or unfaithfulness... I don't like it. I HATE it. What are these biochemical reactions in our head that we call "feelings" or "emotions"? Happiness, sadness, anger, disappointment, jealousy, proudness, shamefulness - what are all of these things?The one I am currently experiencing right now is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/4804656187861397420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=4804656187861397420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/4804656187861397420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/4804656187861397420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-feeling-jealousy-jealous-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-1422616327028483339</id><published>2008-03-04T02:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:51:03.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3, Three, IIIAs I sat here in my bed contemplating what I am to write about - there sure are a ton of things flowing through my head right now and nearly an infinite number of things that has occured since my last post - I made up my mind to pick 3 things. Why 3? Well, because if I don't decide on a particular number of items to write about, I'd most likely not get to bed. Also because it's March</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/1422616327028483339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=1422616327028483339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/1422616327028483339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/1422616327028483339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-three-iii-as-i-sat-here-in-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/R8zjo-lX-OI/AAAAAAAAABo/VdIg23Urmf0/s72-c/giardia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-7129131118994115966</id><published>2007-11-02T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:29:09.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Don't take life too seriously; you'll never get out of it alive."- Elbert HubbardI've done a lot of re-evaluation of my priorities recently and a lot of the things that I've come to a realization of (that have upset me or things that I look to improve in my life) ultimately comes back to the fact that I need to let some things go. How that gets done really varies - people might try counting to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/7129131118994115966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=7129131118994115966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/7129131118994115966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/7129131118994115966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-take-life-too-seriously-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-7196655586313759417</id><published>2007-09-13T12:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:35:29.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanted: Remote Control of LifeI sometimes really wish that life was a TV show... not so much that things are scripted, but the fact that it is broadcast and can be recorded, rewound, edited, or redone. I wish I had the rewind button to life. If only there was a way, to go back in time - even just rewind back 10 seconds - so that you can get a second opportunity to react in a different manner or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/7196655586313759417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=7196655586313759417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/7196655586313759417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/7196655586313759417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2007/09/wanted-remote-control-of-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/TBmgwVmvv4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ryzHenYf-MU/s72-c/rewind2gp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-7584016147875679859</id><published>2007-08-24T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:27:03.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My (Stolen) MomentSo there I was, sitting at lunch with my co-workers/friends. I'm a fairly aware person in general, especially with respect to other people and "common" (shared) areas. But I suppose it wasn't even really that - it really started with myself, as I had looked all around to find a group of friends to "flock" to and sit with at lunch.After settling down in my comfort zone among </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/7584016147875679859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=7584016147875679859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/7584016147875679859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/7584016147875679859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-stolen-moments-so-there-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-1289930149207249407</id><published>2007-03-02T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:51:03.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Trip (Short Version)Decided not to stop at Starbucks on the way to the airport, thus allowing me the perfect timing to make my plane. Learned how bags get checked to your final destination if you travel via connecting flights. Arrived at North Carolina and made it to the hotel with enough time to check-in, change, and go straight to the reception social event. Met lots of potential candidates</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/1289930149207249407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=1289930149207249407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/1289930149207249407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/1289930149207249407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2007/03/trip-shortbulleted-version-decided-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/RefX6xK0b_I/AAAAAAAAABU/0EckRV3AmGA/s72-c/ciscologo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-1502020136119585620</id><published>2007-03-02T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:51:08.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Trip (Long Version)Monday Morning:I really felt bad about leaving Apollo at home by himself. I didn’t want to shut the door, with my bags in hand, headed off to the San Luis airport. It pains me to even think about it right now – Apollo is probably expecting me to return in 3, maybe as long as 5 or 6 hours… but I won’t be, not until almost 48 hours later. I can’t believe how much I’ve become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/1502020136119585620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=1502020136119585620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/1502020136119585620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/1502020136119585620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2007/03/monday-morning-i-really-felt-bad-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_Tv65jDQg/RefJPhK0b4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kkHsvRKMQXk/s72-c/welcomeNC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-116704508466005581</id><published>2006-12-25T05:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T06:16:20.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry ChristmasSo it's about 3AM on Christmas day right now, and I've finally managed to find myself in the mood to write here again. I know it's been an extremely long time since the last time I did this, but to be perfectly honest... I've just been too lazy. I don't even know where to start, but I suppose it's always best to just focus on writing - as is the main purpose of this blog: my deep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/116704508466005581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=116704508466005581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/116704508466005581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/116704508466005581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-so-its-about-3am-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-115973957512694802</id><published>2006-10-01T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:52:55.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Need to RambleI wonder how successful this will be, as I'm sitting here at work with Adam next to me, and all 10 lanes are full (encompassed by 2 birthday parties and 1 after-Sunday-church group). However, I have a ton of things floating around in my head right now that I actually attribute part of my headache to those concerns putting pressure on my temple.So classes have begun, and I really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/115973957512694802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=115973957512694802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115973957512694802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115973957512694802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/10/need-to-ramble-i-wonder-how-successful.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-115796875574275877</id><published>2006-09-11T05:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T05:59:15.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fat Fat FattyThe first time I was told I was gaining some weight was probably the summer before last, when I was back home in Vacaville and next door at Anthony's house. His dad said something to the extent of "you've gained some weight there" at the time. I hadn't thought much of it and really, up until then I've had the image cross my mind of myself getting out of shape and fat.To summarize it,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/115796875574275877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=115796875574275877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115796875574275877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115796875574275877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/09/fat-fat-fatty-first-time-i-was-told-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-115748626464035588</id><published>2006-09-05T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:01:16.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Las Vegas 2006Wednesday - 8/30/06So there was something of a water management crisis at work (in fact the whole Cal Poly campus) so I ended up not even having to go to work. At about 5 o'clock the guys called to tell me that we were going to Cliff's before we took off, so I showered and packed, then headed over. We went to Cliff's (close to Pismo Beach) for happy hour which included a free taco </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/115748626464035588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=115748626464035588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115748626464035588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115748626464035588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/09/las-vegas-2006-wednesday-83006-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-115559181483247755</id><published>2006-08-14T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:45:53.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rock And Roll (Could Never Hip Hop Like This) Part 2- (feat. DJ Q-bert, Grand Wizard Theodore, Jazzy Jay, Lord Finesse, Mike Shinoda, Rahzel &amp; Chester Bennington) / Knockers (feat. Tim Meadows)- Artist: Handsome Boy Modeling School- Album: White PeopleI can't believe I'm actually posting at work, but I had to. First I was still looking up clips of the brand new Linkin Park song "QWERTY" (or maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/115559181483247755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=115559181483247755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115559181483247755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115559181483247755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/08/rock-and-roll-could-never-hip-hop-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-115494433647878027</id><published>2006-08-07T05:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:52:16.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ObsessionSo I've always been a pretty big computer enthusiast as far as the aesthetics go and basically making it all look "cool". I'll have to admit that there's something about the glowing blue lights that draws me to it in a similar way that bugs/moths are drawn to flourescent lighting or something... except I don't think I'll ever die from these blue lights. Then again my wallet has always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/115494433647878027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=115494433647878027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115494433647878027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115494433647878027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/08/obsession-so-ive-always-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-115399554921088944</id><published>2006-07-27T06:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:19:09.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eureka!I think I've figured it out! It came to me as I was scooping out dog food for Apollo about 5 minutes ago, I guess I just thought about it enough and it clicked. So exactly did I figure out? I've figured out the follow predicament:Why I have been single for so long? Let's see if I can't put what clicked in my head down into words. I'm pretty sure the whole root of the problem is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/115399554921088944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=115399554921088944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115399554921088944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115399554921088944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/07/eureka-i-think-ive-figured-it-out-it_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-115157914994392769</id><published>2006-06-29T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:58:14.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Mid-Summer Night's PostSo it isn't exactly the middle of "summer", and it's not exactly night right now (more like early-early-early morning), but nevertheless I'm writing a post for one reason or another. Kara asked me the other night when we were talking why I posted so late, and I just told her that I write when the mood strikes me. I don't know why the mood strikes me at such a time during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/115157914994392769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=115157914994392769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115157914994392769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/115157914994392769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/06/mid-summer-nights-post-so-it-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-114907055485930766</id><published>2006-05-31T06:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T06:15:54.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only After 3AM is allowed......at least it seems that way. My sleep routine over the last few days have been pretty screwed up, I seem to be eating dinner around 7 o'clock or so, and then sleeping from sometime after that till anywhere between 10 to 11. That is why I've been up so late recently I guess.The days continue to go by one by one, and I'm just working off each one of those things on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/114907055485930766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=114907055485930766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114907055485930766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114907055485930766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/05/only-after-3am-is-allowed.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-114881225828088850</id><published>2006-05-28T06:07:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T03:47:48.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Red UmbrellaIt ceases to amaze me how the billions of people in this world can go on, day after day, carrying on in the same old repetitive manner without ever noticing another individual that they may pass by. We carry on in our own lives that seems to differ only in what shirt we are wearing, how our backpacks are slung on our shoulders, and the degree of tilt in our head as we walk. And as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/114881225828088850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=114881225828088850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114881225828088850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114881225828088850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/05/idle-rambling-daniel-powter-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vFHku9CMdvs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-114837606064049136</id><published>2006-05-23T05:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T05:34:12.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May Update:So I suppose I should get this month's done before we get a repeat of what happened last month. This previous weekend was an eventful one... starting with Friday. Friday afternoon I stayed on campus a bit longer to bowl with Julian, Lisa, and Ryan. Then later that night I went to help out at the Engineer's Awards Banquet... it was pretty cool, getting dressed up and seeing how nicely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/114837606064049136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=114837606064049136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114837606064049136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114837606064049136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-update-so-i-suppose-i-should-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-114707716222154671</id><published>2006-05-08T03:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:47:59.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 2006...... seemed non-existent here on my blog. When in fact, it was quite the opposite. So much went on, that it seemed to have enveloped itself into its own parallel universe or separate dimension altogether, thus its absence. Well, a pretty big part of it had to do with my own lagging and laziness. Quite often I have been clicking around aimlessly (but not without AIM running, haha... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/114707716222154671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=114707716222154671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114707716222154671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114707716222154671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/05/april-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-114317849681567089</id><published>2006-03-24T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:34:56.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dean's ListIt took me 12 quarters here at Cal Poly, but I finally did it. I managed to pull off a 3.5 GPA for the Winter 2006 quarter, making it onto the Dean's List. It was quite exciting and highly anticipated... here's how it all broke down.ENGL 149: This was perhaps the most surprising and disappointing... then again it set me up for the big excitement. Anyways, I was expecting to get a 100% </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/114317849681567089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=114317849681567089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114317849681567089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/114317849681567089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/03/deans-list-it-took-me-12-quarters-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113981879073861612</id><published>2006-02-13T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T03:19:50.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kara is the Awesome-estSo there's this girl I've known for like, 5+ years... and she is the awesome-est. She's sent me this really cool purple Huskies shirt from her college, and I've sent her one back of Poly. It's not fair that she's getting to go to Hawaii for spring break for FREE. If you can, go out and buy her Starbuck's at 3 in the morning because she'll make you a pretty good deal...Well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113981879073861612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113981879073861612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113981879073861612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113981879073861612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/02/kara-is-awesome-est-so-theres-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113860818675908083</id><published>2006-01-30T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:10:16.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kickball 4 hours worth, and boy was it fun. Rec Sports' Intramurals had a kickball tournament this Sunday, and I played on Greg's team. 9 of us all together, it started this morning at 10 or so. There were a total of 5 teams there, and we got to play each team (so we played 4 games). It was some fun stuff and we kicked butt 1/2 the time. The first game was a nail-biter, as it went into the bottom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113860818675908083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113860818675908083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113860818675908083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113860818675908083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/01/kickball-4-hours-worth-and-boy-was-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113792262674308920</id><published>2006-01-22T04:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T04:37:06.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poker... was the name of the game this weekend. Part 1:Friday night, it was the house game at Oceanaire. Phung, Joe, James, Darien, Chris, me, Val, and Mike were the players. Brandon eventually came too. I took some big pots, and eventually my collection ended up being composed of a couple big wins against James early on, Darien about middle game, Chris early game (a couple times), a big all in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113792262674308920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113792262674308920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113792262674308920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113792262674308920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/01/poker.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113696250510574299</id><published>2006-01-11T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:55:05.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movie CriticSo I've watched quite a few movies recently, so I'll rate them and tell you why they were kinda good or if they sucked.Fantastic 4: I heard many bad things about this movie, but in the end, I thought it was actually quite good. I'm seeing myself develop as a bigger and bigger fan of super hero movies that have been adapted from comic book series recently... or maybe I'm just a fan of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113696250510574299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113696250510574299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113696250510574299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113696250510574299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/01/movie-critic-so-ive-watched-quite-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113696069124763294</id><published>2006-01-11T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:24:51.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2006... and some leftovers from 2005Okay, so I'm way late in posting this shit, and there are a TON of shit I missed. So this first one will just be what I've missed talk about since last time.The rest of the vacation... I'll try to remember as many items as I can, and just mention some things about each if I can. I had dinner with Jeana, and got to catch up with my very long time good friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113696069124763294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113696069124763294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113696069124763294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113696069124763294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113471735430398281</id><published>2005-12-16T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T02:15:54.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shoes and GradesWell, I'm sitting at home right now in Vacaville, enjoying the "nothingness" in a way. Not having to get up early, not having to do homework, not having to go to work, not having to make dinner/food... it is pretty good, except for the chores here and there and running errands.Shoes: I've wanted a pair of black DC shoes for a while now, mainly to form an outfit with black shirts, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113471735430398281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113471735430398281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113471735430398281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113471735430398281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/12/shoes-and-grades-well-im-sitting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113403071387216785</id><published>2005-12-08T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T03:31:53.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enlightenment... feels so good and rewarding. After spending 22 minutes on the phone with a fellow classmate, all that has to do with a bode plot problem resulting from a feedback system - converting from dB to base 10, reading the gains, the intercepts, solving for the feedback ratio (beta), break frequencies, and the overall closed loop feedback gain - makes complete sense. I WILL ace this part</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113403071387216785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113403071387216785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113403071387216785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113403071387216785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/12/enlightenment.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113394091759190454</id><published>2005-12-07T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:46:45.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brotha Petray Says:"Procrastination is a lot like masturbation. Feels good till you realize you're fucking yourself." Well I'm doing my best right now to avoid studying, mainly because my head hasn't been able to get it straight that I DO in fact have another final tomorrow... it's confusing because originally I didn't have one scheduled for tomorrow, but stupid Prof. Lynch had to change his "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113394091759190454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113394091759190454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113394091759190454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113394091759190454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/12/brotha-petray-says-procrastination-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113377230006544929</id><published>2005-12-05T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:46:52.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 Days and CountingWell, I've made it through this quarter thus far, and I have to say that the worst is definetly behind me. All of the "Monday Madness" (4 hours of class, 6 hours of work - 11AM to 11PM on campus), "Torturous Tuesdays" (7 hours of EE lab, 2 hours of philosophy lecture - 8AM to 7 PM on campus), and "Worn-out Wednesdays" (3 hours of EE lab, 4 hours of class - 8AM to 5PM) are all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113377230006544929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113377230006544929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113377230006544929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113377230006544929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/12/4-days-and-counting-well-ive-made-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-113160864986164046</id><published>2005-11-10T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:45:24.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I deal with it pretty well... or do I?These past 2 weeks, I've acted relatively normal. I've laughed, complained, yelled, talked, and done everything that I've normally done in the way that I normally do it in. But the reality is, my life has changed in a pretty big way.On Monday morning, 10/31, my cell phone woke me up. It was my mom, and immediately I knew something was wrong. My dad had died. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/113160864986164046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=113160864986164046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113160864986164046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/113160864986164046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-deal-with-it-pretty-well_113160864986164046.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112978487553419760</id><published>2005-10-20T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T01:07:55.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apollo's PostWell, Dad won't let me actually step on the keyboard so I guess I'll have to telepathically tell him what to type for me here. He has been mean recently, he's always gone at school... but then it seems like for a couple of days he is usually home the entire day to play/nap with me. I can't do too much when he is gone, just sleep. Although sometimes he forgets and leaves things on his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112978487553419760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112978487553419760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112978487553419760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112978487553419760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/10/apollos-post-well-dad-wont-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112927232689914627</id><published>2005-10-14T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T02:46:43.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If covering the posters are the answer, there's a lot more work to be done"First let me start off by saying that I am not a member of CP Salsa, nor do I know any of the 200+ members of that club. Heck, for a while there I thought the Salsa Club was a sub-division of the Nutrition Department. I normally try to straddle the fence regarding touchy issues such as censorship but the demands and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112927232689914627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112927232689914627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112927232689914627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112927232689914627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-covering-posters-are-answer-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112892814648886470</id><published>2005-10-10T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T03:09:06.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3  III  Three"Work hard, play (party) hard" apparently seems to be the motto for this quarter... at least for these first 3 weeks. Friday was busy in itself... had to give an engineering lab tour to about 3 families, which lasted a bit longer than the ones in the past, which is peculiar being that a bunch of the labs are now condensed together in the new building next to the ATL, which is less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112892814648886470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112892814648886470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112892814648886470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112892814648886470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-iii-three-work-hard-play-party-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112832658421264626</id><published>2005-10-03T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T04:05:53.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Party On...So yesterday was Mike's birthday party. All of us got together and went to Applebee's for dinner... me, Dan, Erik (who was in town), Lisa, Jesus, James, Joe, Chris, James, and of course Mike. Afterwards we partied at their house, and let me tell ya... it was some good times. We played fuck the dealer once, there were some games of speed going on around the house, and yeah... people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112832658421264626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112832658421264626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112832658421264626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112832658421264626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/10/party-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112771832654915545</id><published>2005-09-26T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T03:05:51.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GW's PartyAfter the Engineering Ambassador Retreat, Joe/Mike/James and I all went to the bowling alley and played a few games. I did incredibly bad, but I blame it on the cosmic effects and the fact that I was on a lane to the right of the ball return.Greg had called me earlier that afternoon to invite me to go to his place for a party, and while I was at the bowling alley Amanda asked if I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112771832654915545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112771832654915545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112771832654915545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112771832654915545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/09/gws-party-after-engineering-ambassador.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112771080157766776</id><published>2005-09-26T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:00:01.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 more weeks...... until this quarter is over. Yeah, yeah, I'm counting down already. The first one was easy... actually I take that back, NO, it wasn't. Here it is anyways:Classes:EE 308 seems to be okay. Dr. Corcoran is a very nice guy, and the way he lectures is easy to follow and we haven't done anything too complex yet. The first special problem was EASY, and they're graded by ourselves... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112771080157766776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112771080157766776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112771080157766776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112771080157766776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/09/10-more-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112711232336208906</id><published>2005-09-19T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:45:23.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freedom... GONEYup, it's the last day of summer. Starting tomorrow, I'll be burdened by the obligations of education. With things in the back of my head like the upcoming lab, the unfinished homework assignment, the midterms next Wednesday that I still have to study for, and the 5 chapters I have to catch up in reading. All of those things completely suck, and it will be one of the absolute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112711232336208906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112711232336208906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112711232336208906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112711232336208906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/09/freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112608579314672383</id><published>2005-09-07T04:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T06:07:12.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a Vacation!!!It wasn't exactly a vacation by definition, but it was the most fun I've had this entire summer yet. This is going to be a long post, but it was such a good time and full of good memories.Saturday... morning I packed up and hit the road at 10 in the morning. Once I got directions from Aaon, I discovered a much quicker way to get to CSUMB from Salinas when traveling Northbound. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112608579314672383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112608579314672383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112608579314672383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112608579314672383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-vacation-it-wasnt-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112573537438427146</id><published>2005-09-03T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T04:16:14.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to get away...The summer's winding down... and I don't have much time left before the pain and suffering starts all over again. It's that same feeling you get every Sunday afternoon at around 4:30 PM, when the sun starts to set and you realize that the next day is going to be filled with school/work or other obligations. But that is life, and we must live it a day at a time. I will use what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112573537438427146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112573537438427146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112573537438427146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112573537438427146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-to-get-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112556438435343129</id><published>2005-08-31T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:46:24.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Post of August...Well I might as well wrap some things up. It's definetly been a while since I posted, and there is a lot to cover (if I am able to remember it all). I'll just start writing things that pop into my head... SoF2 / [iLe] Clan: The game is definetly pretty much dead. It all pretty much started with DrnkPimp's rage of using Alias finder to cross reference IPs and GUIDs, leading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112556438435343129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112556438435343129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112556438435343129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112556438435343129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-post-of-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112383247754959359</id><published>2005-08-12T03:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T03:41:17.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>xXx... State of the Union was a pretty damn good movie. I just finished with it, and it really wasn't all that bad and it was full of pretty cool action with lots of guns which we all love. Nevertheless, it still had a lot of that "hero of story is superman and doesn't get shot ever". I mean, c'mon... stray bullets have to hit them sooner or later. Psychology class was cancelled today... I got to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112383247754959359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112383247754959359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112383247754959359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112383247754959359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/xxx.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112374271599783733</id><published>2005-08-11T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:57:48.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>........That was what went through my head as I attempted to come up with a title for what I'm going to write today. I suppose writing about my settings at this very moment will do. Apollo is finally tired and asleep on my bed, I have to make sure I don't wake him up, otherwise it will be very difficult to get him back to bed. I'm playing one of my most favorite CDs of all times, Nirwana by Ayla.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112374271599783733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112374271599783733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112374271599783733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112374271599783733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112349113862150991</id><published>2005-08-08T04:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T04:52:18.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend Update... so this weekend was kind of boring. Saturday morning I hung around the house until it was time to go to work at noon, of which was immediately followed by 2 big reservations with little 4-6 year olds running around at the birthday parties until 2:30 when I kicked them out, and came home for a few hours. 5:30 I went back to work (technically 6) and worked for the rest of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112349113862150991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112349113862150991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112349113862150991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112349113862150991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112322925502990678</id><published>2005-08-05T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T04:07:35.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 in a row... must be some kind of a record. I've blogged 5 days in a row now, and tonight's was actually kind of FORCED because I didn't want to stop the streak. This water diet sucks. I've given up carbonated, sugar-filled sodas as the beverage that I have with my meals. They are now bottles of water that has been run through the Brita filter attached to my kitchen sink and filled in old Sobe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112322925502990678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112322925502990678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112322925502990678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112322925502990678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/5-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112314298282301554</id><published>2005-08-04T03:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T03:55:34.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlehBlehBleh!!!... was the sound that my 9mm Walther pistol made as I fired round after round after round. Dan and Jesus and I went to the indoor shooting range today. It was my very first time firing a weapon, and I've got to say it's everything I wanted it to be, except it was much more difficult than it may seem. It also reminded me I really need to get new prescriptions and a pair of new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112314298282301554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112314298282301554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112314298282301554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112314298282301554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/blehblehbleh.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112305416094259351</id><published>2005-08-03T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T03:30:55.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.calpolysingles.com... Wow I've really hit a new low. I didn't really realize how lonely, bored, and depressed I've gotten until after I spent roughly an hour, writing profiles and other personal info and uploading 2 pictures for this stupid singles page. (sigh) I guess I'm just looking/waiting that much for something/someone to come along. These summer nights are just going to waste...Work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112305416094259351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112305416094259351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112305416094259351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112305416094259351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112296710724592377</id><published>2005-08-02T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T03:20:30.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm broke...temporarily anyways. Mom just got my envelope of checks and cash, and Adam just sent out my 2 security deposits from long ago. I got no cash on me, and my savings account and checking is near empty. My Visa card is in the hole by about $30, and my American Express has been in the hole for a long time now, since a while back but it'll be cleared up soon. Wait, check that. It won't be..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112296710724592377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112296710724592377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112296710724592377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112296710724592377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112288361759259729</id><published>2005-08-01T03:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T04:13:43.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parking Tickets/Violations... suck ass. The inspiration for today's post came after reading AJ's rommmate's blog regarding the "no parking on ninth and sherman on the first thursday of every month april-november between the hours of 8AM - 5PM." Well, at exactly 10:30 AM of July 30th (Friday) I was cited by officer # 67645 Padilla, for: "Violation #11: Curb/Wrong Way" for a total penalty of $20.,,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112288361759259729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112288361759259729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112288361759259729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112288361759259729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/08/parking-ticketsviolations.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-112104037389364806</id><published>2005-07-10T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T04:09:47.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for going AWOL (Absent Without Leave)Buckle up kids, this is going to be a LONG post.I'm going to time myself, starting..... NOW (2:54 PM). I'm going to attempt to write everything and anything that has happened in my 1 month (exactly) absence. Lets do this.House: I am now finally located at my (hopefully long term) new residence of 1214 George Street here in SLO (93401). Moving in was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/112104037389364806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=112104037389364806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112104037389364806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/112104037389364806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/07/sorry-for-going-awol-absent-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111839608275327728</id><published>2005-06-10T05:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T05:34:42.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FREEDOM... has never felt so good. Well, it did until my headache started kicking in. Lets do a rewind and pick up where that last post left off, at 5AM this June 9th morning.I continued to study, mostly 335, getting more stuff down on my handy "helper". Mike woke up, studied as well. Butterflies flying around, creating a tornado in my stomach. Andrew dropped us off at school, and we went in and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111839608275327728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111839608275327728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111839608275327728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111839608275327728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/06/freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111831826252910116</id><published>2005-06-09T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:57:42.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is so close I can almost taste it... then again I'm only on 3 hours of sleep, so what the hell do I know.I'm almost fucking done... god damn it is so close. Last chance to bullshit around here and waste time before doing some last minute studying and finishing my notesheets, notecard, and reviewing some problems. God I want this to be over. I am getting ready to embark on a 6 hour trip of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111831826252910116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111831826252910116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111831826252910116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111831826252910116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-is-so-close-i-can-almost-taste-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111811434027742031</id><published>2005-06-06T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:19:00.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When we speak of material thingliness, do we not tacitly posit a kind of being – the constant objective presence of a thing – which is so far from being rounded out ontologically by subsequently outfitting beings with values predicates that these value characters themselves rather remain mere ontic qualities of a being which has the kind of being of a thing?" - Martin Heidegger</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111811434027742031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111811434027742031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111811434027742031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111811434027742031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-we-speak-of-material-thingliness.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111773196807897729</id><published>2005-06-02T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T13:06:32.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four-Day Weekend, Day #4So it's my day off from school, no classes and no work. I wake up, put my pants on one leg at a time and prepare for the rest of the day. I start off by calling Charter and getting the TV and Internet thing cancelled and figured out. I then get my 314 homework done in time to catch the bus to school. I go to the craft center and spend about an hour there with the sand, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111773196807897729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111773196807897729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111773196807897729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111773196807897729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/06/four-day-weekend-day-4-so-its-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111752651367985694</id><published>2005-05-31T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T04:01:54.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four-Day Weekend, Day #3I was pretty hung over early in the morning, and tried to get as much sleep as possible, but the little devil wouldn't shut up because Candice was sleeping on Mike's bed, of which Apollo can't reach... and he simply had to see her for some reason. Finally I got up at 10:30, even with a headache. Got a call from my new Mr. Landlord, and had to go sign papers. Walked to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111752651367985694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111752651367985694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111752651367985694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111752651367985694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/05/four-day-weekend-day-3-i-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111752568879947754</id><published>2005-05-31T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T04:02:43.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four-Day Weekend, Day #2Let's see... woke up a bit later than usual, I think around 10:30 or so after trying to keep sleeping but Mike and Candice were already up and watching TV, not to mention the little devil running all over my face. Andrew took me to work, and I had brought along the sand for the Astro experiment but the craft center wasn't even open. Work was boring, and I ended up staying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111752568879947754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111752568879947754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111752568879947754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111752568879947754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/05/four-day-weekend-day-2-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111735762689494631</id><published>2005-05-29T05:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T05:07:07.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four-Day Weekend, Day #1Woke up, went to work. Work was boring as always, but Dan came to visit and bowl at about 1. We bowled and shot some pool, then afterwards I went to check out his place at Morro Bay. There was some art show going on at the park across the street from his place, of which was a block away from the damn beach and awesome views of the oceans. He drove me back home, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111735762689494631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111735762689494631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111735762689494631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111735762689494631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/05/four-day-weekend-day-1-woke-up-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111657736461451158</id><published>2005-05-20T04:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T04:22:44.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's almost over... In approximately 9 hours it will be over. My hell of a week filled with studying/cramming for 314 and 335 will be over. What lies ahead is simply philosphy research project and reading. That will be saved for this weekend and the beginning of next week. Hopefully either tomorrow night or Saturday night I will finally get to relax and drink some. I will definetly have one once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111657736461451158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111657736461451158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111657736461451158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111657736461451158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111623451584139708</id><published>2005-05-16T05:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T05:08:35.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: October 3Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111623451584139708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111623451584139708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111623451584139708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111623451584139708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-birthdate-october-3-being-born-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111606600238802311</id><published>2005-05-14T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T06:20:02.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3..2..1..Right now it is 3:21 AM. I have no idea why I'm still awake. Well... I do but that's not really the point. I have not been "asleep" since 6:30 AM yesterday morning. That means I have been "awake" for approximately 21 hours. Damn, I need to go now.Crash is a good movie. Go see it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111606600238802311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111606600238802311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111606600238802311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111606600238802311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/05/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111589194440875960</id><published>2005-05-12T05:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T05:59:04.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time - 3:01 AMWhy the fuck am I still awake??? Christ... it must've been that slurpee, god damn it. Shit, I am addicted to the internet... clickclickclickclickclick and 1/2 an hour is gone. Fuck, time for bed (or at least an attempt at it).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111589194440875960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111589194440875960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111589194440875960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111589194440875960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-301-am-why-fuck-am-i-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111587909977251627</id><published>2005-05-12T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:24:59.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long Overdue Make-up PostYeah well I keep procrastinating it and I'm finally gonna sit my ass down and write it. This will be a long one, so buckle up kiddies and prepare to read while I attempt to crack my knuckles and type away. This past weekend was Mother's Day, and so I thought it would be a nice surprise to go home instead of sending flowers like I have done in the previous years. Jennie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111587909977251627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111587909977251627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111587909977251627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111587909977251627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-overdue-make-up-post-yeah-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111450086327585799</id><published>2005-04-26T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T03:37:25.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooh, I got lipstick on you...and she wiped it off after giving me a goodbye kiss tonight. Ashley came up to SLO to visit as promised this weekend, but didn't find time to see me until tonight. Her and Leah stopped by at the alley and hung out for a good 1/2 hour and just made some chit chat. She was still the huggable and loveable girl that I remembered her to be. Kinda weird at times... but no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111450086327585799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111450086327585799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111450086327585799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111450086327585799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/04/oooh-i-got-lipstick-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111441272641994766</id><published>2005-04-25T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T03:05:26.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burn #10... after Bibby went 1-16 during yesterday's playoff game #1 against the Sonics. I think I've gotten to the point where I expect it, and so it doesn't hurt as much anymore. Here are just some quotes, "Arco Arena must've been built on an Indian burial ground...", "Come playoff time, the Kings are just cursed and their players will get hurt." Except this time it wasn't getting hurt, it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111441272641994766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111441272641994766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111441272641994766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111441272641994766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/04/burn-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111380831988411368</id><published>2005-04-18T02:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T03:11:59.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue Moon... was what was in the keg at 1415 Fairway Drive, the residence of Brian, Jeff, and Dan. It was Saturday night when Brian called me up and told me to get my butt over there for some good ol' drinking. I asked the roommates if they wanted to go, but was denied even at the suggestion of a "cab fare" payment. Well, when the fake ones won't oblige then call up the real ones! The cab showed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111380831988411368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111380831988411368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111380831988411368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111380831988411368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/04/blue-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111320485440754439</id><published>2005-04-11T03:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T03:37:42.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drunk Throw Up Count: 3... but it was worth it. Damn, I said to myself in the shower this morning that I was going to write, and look how long it took me before I finally did it. Wait, I was talking to myself in the shower? That doesn't sound right... I was THINKING to myself in the shower today... much better. Party last night at Darra's was pretty damn good and I had tons of fun, from what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111320485440754439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111320485440754439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111320485440754439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111320485440754439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/04/drunk-throw-up-count-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111233318727660435</id><published>2005-03-31T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:26:27.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laker SuckPlain as that, I hate them. Why? Because I'm a die-hard Kings fan. They are gay, their players are gay, and most of all - Laker fans are gay.K, moving onto other things that are not as obvious. A different change in my school schedule. Still have 335, which seems gay because the teacher just goes so fast in class... then again it's only been 1 day. We shall see tomorrow whether or not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111233318727660435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111233318727660435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111233318727660435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111233318727660435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/03/laker-suck-plain-as-that-i-hate-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111232862895127459</id><published>2005-03-31T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:13:42.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dance Dance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111232862895127459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111232862895127459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111232862895127459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111232862895127459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/03/dance-dance-revolution.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111199128531053370</id><published>2005-03-28T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:28:05.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Academic FreedomWell, the 10 days of academic freedom is over. Those days where I was not held down by the slightest sense of educational obligation won't be seen again until the month of June. Tomorrow is the beginning of Spring Quarter, where it will be a quarter filled with work, EE 335, EE 314, PHIL 316, and ENGL 149. What it WON'T be filled with are labs... no fucking labs bitch! It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111199128531053370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111199128531053370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111199128531053370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111199128531053370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/03/goodbye-academic-freedom-well-10-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111147634578053356</id><published>2005-03-22T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T02:25:45.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-_- Sleepy...Man I should really make a habit of making shorter posts so I can write down all those things that I want to write down so that in the future I can look back and go, "oh yeah... I remember that" like when I read my old entries. Let's see what we can remember, even though my eyes are shutting on their own for one reason or another... I think it's because I went to bed around 1 last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111147634578053356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111147634578053356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111147634578053356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111147634578053356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/03/sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-111027085566255763</id><published>2005-03-08T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T03:35:35.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clan stuff...Yeah well, we got it over with this past weekend. Long story short, I've made arrangements to get server and TS changed over beginning of April to new clan's, talking with Zarghidas about website design and Wraith is getting ahold of his cousin. I am giving Yogi the website, and will have to buy a new domain name under our new clan's name. Most members are coming, including Wraith </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/111027085566255763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=111027085566255763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111027085566255763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/111027085566255763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/03/clan-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110965936553333293</id><published>2005-03-01T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T01:42:45.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I pulled a 929 today...Yes, a 929. Nine o'clock AM to nine o'clock PM on campus. I'm going to have to make this post short and quick, so I get get my ass to bed to prepare for a hell of a 36 hours (day and a 1/2). Here are some points I wish I had time to post and write about but will just glaze over.- I got treated to 6 lanes worth of eye-candy from the girls of Alpha Chi Omega on Saturday at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110965936553333293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110965936553333293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110965936553333293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110965936553333293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-pulled-929-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110916767130491855</id><published>2005-02-23T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T09:07:51.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning America. This is WAY too early...I'm up, before the crack of dawn even, to continue my studying/reviewing of Stats. I did it to myself though... because had I taken the time yesterday morning, yesterday afternoon, or even earlier this weekend to study what I'm about to do - I could've kept on sleeping. I don't know which one is better, but now is not the time to be contemplating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110916767130491855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110916767130491855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110916767130491855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110916767130491855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-morning-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110905865276248178</id><published>2005-02-22T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T02:50:52.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My lap hurts... this is very uncomfortable....is what I'm saying to him. He just HAS to lay down lengthwise along with my legs, so I'm forced to squeeze them together so he doesn't fall through. Arg, lay sideways! I move him that way, and he looks up at me like, "What?"Study study study. I really hope I do well on this Stats test. I need to... to make up for those bad quizzes. I have to do a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110905865276248178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110905865276248178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110905865276248178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110905865276248178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-lap-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110884034670427819</id><published>2005-02-19T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:12:26.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday Morning... and I'm home. No work today, because I worked for Jeff on Monday night and so he is covering mine. This is going to be such a nice long weekend. How long you ask? Well, class last week officially ended for me at 11PM and even taking work into account, I don't have to go on campus again until 1PM Tuesday. That means sleeping in this morning (yay), Sunday morning, Monday morning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110884034670427819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110884034670427819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110884034670427819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110884034670427819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110862915496347031</id><published>2005-02-17T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T03:32:34.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shot 2 "Turkeys"Yeah that's right, I shot 2 "Turkeys" with my 13 pound, Maxim bowling ball. Rec Center's Intramural Bowling Tournament was tonight, with 7 male participants (myself included) and 2 females. It was scratch 3 games, winner of guys and girls take home a 2005 Intramural Championship T-shirt. So how did I do? I came in 4th. Here's how I did:Game 1: 168 (1 turkey), Game 2: 170, Game 3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110862915496347031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110862915496347031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110862915496347031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110862915496347031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-shot-2-turkeys-yeah-thats-right-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110852822799497720</id><published>2005-02-15T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:30:27.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He wants to play right now, rolling on the ground, chewing his own tail, and itching himself. Looking at me with those eyes saying "Please?" So it shall be... after I'm done here.Today was fucked up. Correction, Stats class was fucked up. I knew it was going to happen... I just keep more mad at myself for it. I worked for Jeff last night during Pizza Bowl so that he can take his g/f out for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110852822799497720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110852822799497720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110852822799497720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110852822799497720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/02/he-wants-to-play-right-now-rolling-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110793471499502734</id><published>2005-02-09T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:38:34.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why in the fuck does he sleep on my pillow?I've realized something that will help keep you awake: studying. Well, it's hard to get into the mood, and especially hard to get motivated to start. And also, perhaps the biggest hinderance and hill to climb is the fact that it gets frustrating - VERY frustrating when you can't figure something out. However, when all of the pieces fall into place and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110793471499502734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110793471499502734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110793471499502734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110793471499502734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-in-fuck-does-he-sleep-on-my-pillow.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110595605774324636</id><published>2005-01-17T04:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T05:00:57.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um, oops?Yeah its been a while. I meant to write, I really did. I thought about it a lot, its just that... well, the times that I thought about writing was about times/things that happened days before, thus I wasn't in the mood to put it down unless it had actually just happened. But whatever, I'm writing now aren't I? And NO, I'm not going to write about stuff between the last post and this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110595605774324636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110595605774324636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110595605774324636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110595605774324636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2005/01/um-oops-yeah-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110076292499503857</id><published>2004-11-18T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T02:28:44.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geezes christ. I'm so tired. I need some sleep... I just have to climb this hill. This hill is named "Thursday". Once the day is over and I'm home at about 6:30 PM tomorrow, the Thanksgiving weekend will just about be upon me. Things I need to make it through:EE 228 MidtermEE 346 Lab Write-upEE 346 Pre-lab Write-upEE 346 LabEE 295 LabVisit Work (remind Dave of things)Once those things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110076292499503857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110076292499503857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110076292499503857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110076292499503857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2004/11/geezes-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-110024461028744711</id><published>2004-11-12T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T02:30:10.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well he broke another one today. But he got an ass-whopping at the same time too. I keep the foam around now to just show him that I will be pissed off at him for certain things and kick his butt. I'm down to 1 pair, the same ones that I use for SoF2 with the microphone... geezes. Well, at least he's a good lap warmer.Blah blah blah, Huy this and Teresa that, hanging around her and all this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/110024461028744711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=110024461028744711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110024461028744711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/110024461028744711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-he-broke-another-one-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-109989565991021107</id><published>2004-11-08T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T01:34:19.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets make this quick, because I have to be in bed soon so I won't be tired in the morning. Dumb dog, forcing me to stay up late... after this you're going in the cage for a deathmatch. I'll try to make this short, but I don't know if I can do that with what is flying around in my head.Lets just start with this weekend. Friday night we watched Napoleon Dynamite, and my favorite lines are "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/109989565991021107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=109989565991021107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109989565991021107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109989565991021107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2004/11/lets-make-this-quick-because-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-109929123993349861</id><published>2004-11-01T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T01:40:39.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it has indeed been a while. I always do this, I let it go for forever and then decide its time I write something. Anyways, better do it quick so I can get enough sleep to make it through tomorrow. I'll just write what comes to my head, because I don't really feel like jotting down something I want to say off to the side and then come back to it later and inserting it somewhere that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/109929123993349861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=109929123993349861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109929123993349861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109929123993349861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-it-has-indeed-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-109739600862808655</id><published>2004-10-10T04:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T04:13:28.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Friday's Post)I did my first boy-scout-like good deed today.There was a lady getting off the bus at the transit station where I was waiting for my bus to take me home, and an old lady was getting off the bus. I'm actually ashamed of myself. She was about to get off the bus when I first felt the urge to help, and she was the last one off - meaning that there was a bunch of other people there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/109739600862808655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=109739600862808655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109739600862808655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109739600862808655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2004/10/fridays-post-i-did-my-first-boy-scout.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-109712960209672163</id><published>2004-10-07T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T02:13:22.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been typing a lot, so lets continue (also before the internet shits out on me).Apollo's doing good... went to the vet yesterday for his 2nd shot and his checkup. Kennel Training Update: goind better and better, less and less whining and barking after being put into it everytime. House Training Update: going very good, he's kind of established his "spot" which is the door mat thing outside. He's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/109712960209672163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=109712960209672163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109712960209672163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109712960209672163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2004/10/been-typing-lot-so-lets-continue-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043201.post-109670368198656607</id><published>2004-10-02T04:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T03:54:41.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Definetly a good day... a VERY good day. School was school, nothing to say about that. As that ended, I went bowling for an hour or so. Game 4 turned out to be a personal best game ever. 213!!! That score entailed 7 strikes, and 3 spares. There was only 1 open frame, which also happened to be a split 8 (I believe it was a 8, 10 split). Wow.Then Andrew drove me, Chris, and Mike home. Chris </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/feeds/109670368198656607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043201&amp;postID=109670368198656607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109670368198656607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043201/posts/default/109670368198656607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subconsciously.blogspot.com/2004/10/definetly-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Glen Sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16437810994611178296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2759/n6410275340371759478hp6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
