<?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-7828852</id><updated>2011-09-17T06:27:06.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All_@_Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my (mis)adventures, my journeys, my time capsule of memories (good and bad), my feelings, and my thoughts. So someday, when I happen to forget. I can return and reflect back and say "Damn I sure had fun."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-112245984661164260</id><published>2005-07-27T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T03:37:13.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'TGIF' meme</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've been tagged by dreaming-neko. At first I didn' t feel like doing this because, but hey!! its tag. Also, he wants me to post more. Anyhoo, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the things you enjoy, even when no one's around you wants to go out and play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--have a surfing session for 4 hours. (ah! the good 'ol days)&lt;br /&gt;--playing PS2&lt;br /&gt;--going to the gym&lt;br /&gt;--meditating/praying to God&lt;br /&gt;--hanging out at starbucks and people watch&lt;br /&gt;--ride my mountain bike on a trail.&lt;br /&gt;--go out for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;--go to the mall&lt;br /&gt;--Watch/Rent a DVD at home.&lt;br /&gt;--Sitting at my porch with a nice cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Praying to God.&lt;br /&gt;--Reading my bible&lt;br /&gt;--Hanging out with CRT.&lt;br /&gt;--Going to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;--listening to mellow music.&lt;br /&gt;--Being with friends/families.&lt;br /&gt;--Being near the water.&lt;br /&gt;--Enjoying a nice cup of coffee at Starbucks and people watch or just let the world go by.&lt;br /&gt;--Hiking.&lt;br /&gt;--Going surfing at 6am in the morning and able to hear complete silence on my surfboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 friend and ask them to post on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!! sending this out to &lt;a href="http://thespotlessmindasylum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heidis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ragdollcustoms.blogspot.com"&gt;Ms. Ragdoll&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dreeschalk.blogspot.com"&gt;Dree&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://slurpee.livejournal.com"&gt;Slurpee&lt;/a&gt;. Cool!! can't wait to read yours. Till laters Alohaz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-112245984661164260?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/112245984661164260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=112245984661164260&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/112245984661164260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/112245984661164260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/07/tgif-meme.html' title='&apos;TGIF&apos; meme'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-112172140667537071</id><published>2005-07-06T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:26:26.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P7030072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P7030072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only photo I took. Do you know why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, July fourth well here they celebrate it by either driving to people's house and having a big, HUGE BBQ. I suppose its tradition here. I guess its tradition everywhere. For me it was a 4 day weekend of crazy celebration and all I had was this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - My cousin was driving after we had sushi buffet going to go play poker at his friends house. There was these 4 early twenty year old college kids driving in there silver jetta. At a stop light I happened to glance at them and give them a smile and they simply smiled back laughing and giggling,"Cool" I thought to myself and didn't think much of it. Next traffic light we came across I glanced over again and the gal on the front passanger seat held out her HUGE boobs at me. I was like WHOA!! in my stuffed state my mind tried to comprehend what was going on. But once I figured out what had just happened they turned the corner and *poof* they were gone. In a nutshell, lost $20 but I felt like a winner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - went to &lt;a href="http://www.dukesoriginalroadhouse.com/welcome.asp?location=a"&gt;Duke's original roadhouse&lt;/a&gt;, who knew there was a duke's in Texas, but this isn't your ordinary Duke's this place is filled regularly with motorcylist, college students and even on wednesday they have a dodgeball tournament in the parking lot, but tonight they got the waitresses in bikini's which reminded me of home :D. I hung out till the 10 minutes fireworks went off, mingled with a few people saw a drunk girl fall on her butt while dancing an 80's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - Worked and I went to meet my uncle and relatives at the lake for a barbeque. The lake isn't as great as the Pacific, Dammit Russell hey brah!!! hope you guys surfing for me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - Studied my butt off for an exam on tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-112172140667537071?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/112172140667537071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=112172140667537071&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/112172140667537071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/112172140667537071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-112171895538603020</id><published>2005-06-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:59:48.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is $1 parking at The Ballpark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="125" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6130064.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="125" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6130068.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="125" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6130071.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="125" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6130067.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Ballpark to watch the Rangers play the Alanta Braves couple days ago as always we pay for the $5 tickets which was great seats. Went with a buddy of mine from work. We saw the Rangers in great form and kicked the Braves butt. Soriano had 2 homeruns which was one of the differences in the game. The Rangers are playing a lot different these couple of years. Hopefully it will earn them a trip to the series this year. Took some pictures of the Ballpark and also 6 flags over Texas in Arlington which is just across from the baseball field.-Alohaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-112171895538603020?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/112171895538603020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=112171895538603020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/112171895538603020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/112171895538603020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/06/monday-is-1-parking-at-ballpark.html' title='Monday is $1 parking at The Ballpark.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111903828590026156</id><published>2005-06-14T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:36:51.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NewsFlash-----</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="200" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6100048.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6100049.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6100050.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6100062.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6100051.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6100053.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P6100059.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally went skydiving at &lt;a href="http://www.skydivedallas.com"&gt;Skydive Dallas &lt;/a&gt;this past weekend. This was the skydive we did as a group awhile back. Half of my group got to dive and the others had to reschedule. Well, my time was last week June 11, 2005. When I got there, I felt anxious, scared, excited all rolled up in one. I got to the site which was about 1 hour and a half drive from Carrollton. They got me suited up, and was about to jump in 30 minutes. My instructor named Dave, explained that we will be jumping at about 14,500 ft and free falling at 125 mph. This made my heart beat a bit faster. When we were up, a lot of things was going thru my mind. I tell you when your faced with something like this you think of ALOT of things especially the people you care about. Before we jumped I said a little prayer which I always say when I go out surfing or do some crazy stuff "Lord, As always my life is in your hands." Anyways, I was the last one to jump out with my instructor. You know the moment I jumped out, the first thought that came to my mind is "OH! Crap I'm going to die. But once outside plummeting at 125mph everything is so small, I felt like I was flying, I even flew into a cloud and felt the moisture in my face and hands. It was cool outside. I was freefalling and it was caught on video. At about 60 second freefall, my instructor opened the parachute and I felt a sense of relief at this point I realize, that I'm going to live. He then let me try to steer the parachute left, right and slowing it down. Once we landed my legs felt weak, I guess its because its never use to be off the ground. Now, everytime I look up at the sky I get a chills on my back that I was up there and jumped. Alohaz---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111903828590026156?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111903828590026156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111903828590026156&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111903828590026156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111903828590026156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/06/newsflash.html' title='NewsFlash-----'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111746779422933668</id><published>2005-05-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T08:46:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Well just wanted to wish you guys a Happy Memorial Day. Today I reflect on the people alive and dead that made a diffrence in my life. Grandma I miss you most of all. I know your watching over me and thank you. I Love you, I know I haven't said it enough even when you were here. Just always know that I always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111746779422933668?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111746779422933668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111746779422933668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111746779422933668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111746779422933668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111641187020130747</id><published>2005-05-18T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T03:29:21.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational Poster.</title><content type='html'>Remember those motivational posters found all over offices and fast food joints. Well, found this website that promotes the opposite or &lt;a href="http://www.despair.com"&gt;demotivators&lt;/a&gt;. Its so frigging hilarious. I can think of alot of people that can use some of these eye openers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/persistence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/persistence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111641187020130747?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111641187020130747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111641187020130747&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111641187020130747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111641187020130747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/05/motivational-poster.html' title='Motivational Poster.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111629505360409538</id><published>2005-05-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T04:04:22.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Addison, TX.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="200" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P51400411.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5140035.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5140040.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5130034.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pass weekend me and a my buddies went to the Taste of Addison. Went to check out Vertical Horizon, LOT!! of Vision, Dancing, Food, Booze, and Wahines. We all had a great time, as for me after 3 Coronas, evil Rudy stepped up and met a gal thats from Michigan, Washington, and Hooter girls. It was rad. In a nutshell I had a sensory over load and for 5 bucks, Im definately coming back next year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5140036.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5140038.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5140047.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5140037.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5140044.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5130033.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111629505360409538?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111629505360409538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111629505360409538&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111629505360409538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111629505360409538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/05/taste-of-addison-tx.html' title='Taste of Addison, TX.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111603906028122941</id><published>2005-05-13T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T03:34:21.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Aquarium.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/careynI2.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/dallasaq.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5120013.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today C and I met for lunch at Dallas's West End. West End is a block of eatery found in downtown Dallas, so we were in the mood for Tex-Mex went to a place called Cadillac, good stuff. We had a patio seating with the great outdoor weather along with some people watching and the great conversation. Afterwards, went to some of the shops around the area and listened to some live band playing at a small courtyard. Then, we went to the Dallas Aquarium where we spend most of our time checking out different wild life in and out of the water. In a nutshell, it was just great to spend sometime with someone you care about. Alohaz--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5120008.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5120007.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5120022.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P51200161.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5120027.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5120020.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111603906028122941?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111603906028122941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111603906028122941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111603906028122941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111603906028122941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/05/dallas-aquarium.html' title='Dallas Aquarium.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111580986070285959</id><published>2005-05-11T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:34:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Release (The Dave Mathews Band.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/DMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/DMB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dave Mathews Band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I purchased DMB's latest album release titled Stand Up, its a follow up to Dave's solo album Gravedigger and the groups Busted Stuff. This album packs a lot of acoustic sounds with mellow grooves mixed with up beat tempo. The thing I like about DMB is their format of delivering their unique sounds, without changing their style. Why change something thats working for you? :) So, if you like mellow music get this for your DMB collection the album kickbutts, but my fav are track 1, 11, 12, and 13. Alohaz--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111580986070285959?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111580986070285959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111580986070285959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111580986070285959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111580986070285959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-release-dave-mathews-band.html' title='New Release (The Dave Mathews Band.)'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111580856415418984</id><published>2005-05-10T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T04:04:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Guest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5070003.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5070004.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P5070005.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pass weekend, I was entertained by a cute 2-3 years old beagle. My cousin picked him up wandering around the neighborhood (after he almost nearly hit him). So we cared for him up until monday, till my cousin took him to the shelter. Those 2 days we had him was somewhat bittersweet. I've never had a house dog where it hangs inside the house and play with and watch tv with you. I grew up with pitbulls and they are too big to be in the house and they usually tear things up. This was my first time caring for a beagle. Beagles I've learned are sensory dogs they like to sniff, they hardly bark (unless left on the yard), and they are very needy dogs and boy they are NEEDY. I realized now I enjoy dogs that are laid back, not a dog that is constantly on your face even if your already giving it attention while watching tv. The irony of this story is that it seems the shelter near the place I live was missing a beagle that looked like him and we returned him yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111580856415418984?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111580856415418984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111580856415418984&amp;isPopup=true' title='150 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111580856415418984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111580856415418984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/05/unexpected-guest.html' title='An Unexpected Guest.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>150</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111540497034586791</id><published>2005-05-06T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:53:21.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GoneSurfing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="155" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/gnsurfing.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I wish. Heard from a surfing buddy that surf is up on the South side (sigh, oh well). I know I haven't been posting on my blog lately, and I have no excuses. Just know Im doing good, just a bit busy. Also, not much really is happening. C. and I are hanging out when ever we get the chance. Other than that everything else is so far to drive and with the rising gas prices. OH! almost forgot my peeps in Hawaii happy Lei Day and Cinco de Mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my schedule for this week and the month of May:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will be working at HellSouth on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;- Attending summer school from Mon - Thurs. from 9am to 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow I will be Skydiving (will update) with a bunch of people from work about 27 people of us. Im feeling the cold feet. But you know its one of those things I put on my to do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111540497034586791?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111540497034586791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111540497034586791&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111540497034586791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111540497034586791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/05/gonesurfing.html' title='GoneSurfing.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111540288806852014</id><published>2005-04-30T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:46:46.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ameriquest Field in Arlington.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="200" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P4290001.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(170,170,170) 1px solid" height="200" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P4290002.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a ballgame in Arlinton yesterday. Got to see the Texas Rangers play the World Champion Boston Redsox. I must admit the Rangers are doing pretty good at the start of the season, I hope they don't fade away again just like they been doing since I've seen them play. The result of that nights game was Rangers 7 - Boston 2. In a nutshell, the weather was cold (57deg) , and with me just my shorts and a light jacket on, but can't complain only paid $5. So, I suppose I'll be going to more games this season. Alohaz---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111540288806852014?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111540288806852014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111540288806852014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111540288806852014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111540288806852014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/04/ameriquest-field-in-arlington.html' title='Ameriquest Field in Arlington.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111348159840524769</id><published>2005-04-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T03:51:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Worth Art Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P4080111.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P40801162.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P4080115.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P4080112.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P4080109.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P4080113.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P4080108.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pass weekend it was a beautiful day for the annual Fort Worth Art Festival. Took the train from North Richland Hills to FW, because of the high volume turnout every year and searching and paying for parking gets to be a pain in the ass. All in all we just paid $1 to travel there. At the festival there were games for the kids, a lot of eye candy (many pastey women), food, live band, show acts, and most of all art from independant artist who trying to hit it big. My friend saw a Beatles painting selling for $2500 ea. In a nutshell, got to see GREAT! vision even had a girl offer me her granola bar ;) . Not sure what that meant but I never turn down a granola bar. Here are some pix Enjoy and Alohaz--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111348159840524769?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111348159840524769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111348159840524769&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111348159840524769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111348159840524769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/04/fort-worth-art-festival.html' title='Fort Worth Art Festival'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111314455825838260</id><published>2005-04-08T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T08:17:51.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Cafe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/dreamcafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/dreamcafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Heehehehee....Yes, I am still alive. Just that I have been lazy blogging lately, and thanks for those people who stopped by and leaving a comment or 2. Anyhoo, thought I'd blog this because its very meaningful for me.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with C. this morning to have breakfast. We planned this event since Monday. I asked if she and I wanted to meet for breakfast and she came up with this quaint place called the Dream Cafe off of downtown Dallas at about 7am. As for me not being use to Dallas driving I had to get up about 5am in the morning to get ready and beat the traffic, it was a 35 minute drive. (the traffic off of I-35E south can be very horrific most of the times). Anyways, got there about 6:40am and got time to spare, she called me up and let me know she's sitting in a small traffic but will be there a little late, so I bought a paper to read. As I read, I haven't noticed her pulling up along side me, not up until she opened the passenger door and sat down, we greeted each other and she was looking beautiful as usual (she has this certain charisma that I can't quite describe which I find very attractive) in my eyes. With Joss Stone softly playing on my stereo we talked a bit and read the paper. Then it was 7am the cafe opens, she picked a booth away from crowds and the door. We had our coffee, she has hers like the way I do (2 cream 2 sugar depends on the size of the cup). She ordered 2 over easy eggs, hash browns and toast, as for me I had a make it your damn self breakfast burrito. The conversation was humorous mixed with thoughts and some touching. There's this one incident that she had a small speck of food on her upper lip, didn't know why (up until later I knew) but I reached out and rubbed it off. I guess I just wanted to touch her soft warm face. In a nutshell, I've never seen her laugh so hard, at me being silly, which I thought it was a good thing. After breakfast at the parking lot, a part of me leaped up and gave her a hug or more of an embrace which she reciprocated as well. It felt like eternity or time just stood still, I guess it was as the name of the restaurant implied Dream Cafe. :) So, I believe that it was more of an embrace than your casual hugs. I've always wondered if theres such a difference between the two?? On my way home I smiled and no problem of the day could EVER take that moment from me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111314455825838260?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111314455825838260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111314455825838260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111314455825838260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111314455825838260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/04/dream-cafe_08.html' title='Dream Cafe.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111265234737934441</id><published>2005-04-04T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:09:37.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday Afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This pass Sunday, I hung out with my buds at Arlington. First, I'd like to say that I didn't realize how far the drive was from Fort Worth to Carrollton and vicesa versa. About 50 minutes. I just realize people here spend most of their lives driving here and there and oh boy with the gas prices soaring, its going to hurt the pockets alot more. Anyhoo....got to his house about 10am to go search for some rims for his car and mines. Found some that fits my car for a fairly decent price, and he didn't find any, we drove to a couple more then we finally gave up. Just to be off track, at the salvage yard notice a big burly man driving up still flashing the good'ol confedarate flag, I guess some people haven't changed. He saw me and I gave him a nod and he just turned and walked away. After the salvage yard trip, we (Chris, his fiancee, and I ) headed back to Chris's house and started to clean my car, his car and his fiancee's car. We (Chris and I) did a real quick trip on washing them and we did a great job. Then we decided that we were going to pick up Broyles after work so he can join this hoopla, then we waxed the 3 cars (which I say was the hardest part). Chris's Mom decided to cook up some burgers and made a hell of a potato salad. In a nutshell it was a very memorable day. To say the least in Hawaii we would go to the beach and BBQ with friends and family and in Texas we tossed the football around on the road and BBQ out on the lawn. Either way as along as your with the people you care about thats all it matters. Oh! as a clincher: I am Chris's Best Man on his wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111265234737934441?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111265234737934441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111265234737934441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111265234737934441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111265234737934441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/04/lazy-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Lazy Sunday Afternoon.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111233082043476170</id><published>2005-04-01T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T02:12:49.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>Fill in the Lyrics (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Come on, pour some  ?  on me, in the name of  ?  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lay a  ?  on my pillow Leave the winter on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My blood runs cold My  ?  has just been sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another ? is what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Let me hear your  ? ? , your  ?   ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Her name is  ?  and she dances on the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) In your  ?  I am complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) ?  ,  ?  , let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) He turned to me as if to say, "  ?  , ?  it's waiting there for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) ?  after  ?  If you're lost and you look you will find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/rubikscube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/rubikscube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever solved it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I could do on a Rubix cube was get 2 colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111233082043476170?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111233082043476170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111233082043476170&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111233082043476170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111233082043476170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/04/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111218215070338577</id><published>2005-03-30T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T03:44:04.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, yesterday I must say was a good day. Got to spent a fair amount of time with C, man she's so pretty (gotta love her eyes). First we went to her eye doctor, then we went to PF Chang its a bistro that serves Chinese food. The food was alright, they served up a great sweet and sour chicken, and C. had beef broccoli (I grew up eating beef broccoli made by mom or my x-chinese gf) her was fair after a little on the salty side, but she said she likes it salty. Anyways, after the meal we sort of sat and talked a bit. Then she rested her head, on the table and says "Im tired, wish I didn't have to see my last patient today at 4:30." Don't know why I did this but maybe I want to just touch her, I was beginning to gently rub her tiny ear lobe. It sounded silly as I think about it but I said "You know rubbing your ear lobes on a baby like this calms them down and puts them to sleep." I stop for a bit then she raised her head up and her whole face was red. I don't know if she was flustered or mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;What do you guys/gal think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I asked her she answered its because I was resting her head down. Then we suddenly gazed into each others eyes, for that amount of time with her I could just do that for eternity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111218215070338577?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111218215070338577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111218215070338577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111218215070338577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111218215070338577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-day.html' title='My Day.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111209879826632502</id><published>2005-03-29T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T04:40:08.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well folks I've been looking for a car this pass weekend. I was beginning to get frustrated because the car I wanted didn't meet my price range. I salavated over 2 great looking cars this pass weekend 1 was a red 2001 Jeep Grand Cherokee gray leather interior with 71k miles on it, but with a sticker price of 13k (ouch) it was really nice and the other was a 2001 Ford Explorer beige color exterior/interior (which I didn't particularly dig)with 85k miles and a sticker price of 10k which was around the price I was looking for. Then came yesterday, in the back of my mind I've wanted a Jeep, when my uncle and I went to Bankston Jeep Dodge Chrysler. The moment we drove up and parked the car, I saw this very clean black 2001 Jeep Cherokee Sport with ONLY!!! 50k miles parked outside. I just knew that was the car that was on the ad on the internet.So, we test drove it, man the I was impress, so that very day we took her home. Also with a sticker price of 10k with fees, you can't lose. In a nutshell, if your searching for a car around North Texas area, I recommend you go to Bankston Chrysler Jeep and Dodge over in Frisco and ask for "Corky" (tell him Rudy sent you) this dude really helped me out ALOT! and believe me he don't deal with BS unlike some other car salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/myjeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/myjeep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There She Is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111209879826632502?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111209879826632502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111209879826632502&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111209879826632502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111209879826632502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-new-ride.html' title='My New Ride.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111192867067099450</id><published>2005-03-27T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T05:23:23.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/sunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envision Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish you guys a Happy Easter, believe in miracles. I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111192867067099450?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111192867067099450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111192867067099450&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111192867067099450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111192867067099450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111175351262021921</id><published>2005-03-25T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T05:44:33.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What are your 3 favorite heavy metal band songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mines are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) "Hot for the teacher." -Van Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) "Home Sweet Home." -Motley Crue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3) "Crazy Train?" -Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember any of these Characters?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111175351262021921?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111175351262021921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111175351262021921&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111175351262021921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111175351262021921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/flashback-friday_25.html' title='Flashback Friday.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111171385394107019</id><published>2005-03-24T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:16:28.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, been here for about a week now. Still looking for a car. Just got done opening my bank account. Man did you know staying at home can drive a man insane? Hopefully, my dilema with those 2 bank checks getting lost soon will be resolved. Anyhoo...got 2 questions for you fellow bloggers. First, how is my font coming out when you view them on the different web browsers? (Im wondering this because one person has commented that the fonts are to small and he can't read it.) Second question: How are you guys doing today&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111171385394107019?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111171385394107019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111171385394107019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111171385394107019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111171385394107019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/howdy.html' title='Howdy.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111137097000082094</id><published>2005-03-20T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:17:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its SpringTime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today celebrate the first day of spring. I really didn't know that but, CRT reminded me of it. She and I went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-FAMILY: courier new" href="http://www.dallasarboretum.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dallas Arboretum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; today. At first the weather forecast predicted rain, but today was a beautiful gorgeous day not a drop of rain in sight. It was what it was awesome. I am glad, got to spend it with someone I find very special. I had a really great time, you know its been awhile since I had a real simple fun day like this. -Thank You, you know who you are and its great to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Arboretum. (Peacocks Exhibits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/fieldotulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/fieldotulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field of Tulips.(CRT took this photo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/whiterock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/whiterock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Rock Lake from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/crttulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/crttulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRT with tulips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111137097000082094?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111137097000082094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111137097000082094&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111137097000082094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111137097000082094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-springtime.html' title='Its SpringTime.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111116243146082765</id><published>2005-03-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T08:46:18.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/howardjoneslook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 182px; height: 264px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/howardjoneslook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name this band/singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/atari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/atari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old school game console.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111116243146082765?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111116243146082765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111116243146082765&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111116243146082765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111116243146082765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/flashback-friday_18.html' title='Flashback Friday.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111116190024180265</id><published>2005-03-17T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:17:48.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day at Sherlock's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Well, my first day outing since I got back from Texas. A good friend and his fiance took me to a hangout here in Arlington called Sherlock's there we celebrated St' Patrick's Day. Didn't take much photo, I wasn't really in a festive mood, but there were chicks galore and I think it was also a sausage fest. Anyways, Happy St. Patty's and Happy Birthday CRT. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/sherlock1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/sherlock1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass in photo gave the bird at an earlier photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P3170090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P3170090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Col. and The Wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111116190024180265?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111116190024180265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111116190024180265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111116190024180265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111116190024180265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/st-pattys-day-at-sherlocks.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day at Sherlock&apos;s'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111116095145358330</id><published>2005-03-16T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:18:11.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, after 8 hours of flying I am back here in TX. It was a long flight and I haven't got any decent amount of sleep yet. I feel a little sick, sinus pressure head ache, stuffy nose, and a little scratchy throat. Wow! What a welcome for me. Anyways, hopefully its just a bug and nothing serious. Anyhooo...took some aerial photos of Washington and a balloon photo at SNA (Orange County Airport) Alohaz---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/sna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/sna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at Orange County Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/washington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington State.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111116095145358330?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111116095145358330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111116095145358330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111116095145358330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111116095145358330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111093512423528620</id><published>2005-03-15T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:18:41.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CA+WA+TX = 8 hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/yardshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/yardshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from my brother's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is my last post here in CA. I must say I had a great time being with my brother and his family. Isaiah is getting big. Soon he's going to be talking and walking and also Joy is 5 months pregnant and she's expecting to have a baby girl in July. I am glad that I am moving to TX somewhere close so I can watch them grow. As, I am writing this I can't help miss them, this pass week they have welcome me to their home and into their hearts. Gotta love families. Anyways, I might not be able to post till I get to TX. So here's my schedule. I leave here in the morning tomorrow about 11am via Alaska Airlines, heading to Washington state which is 3 hours, stop over there is about 1hr and 30min, before flying to good 'ol Texas which will take about 4 hours. I won't get in till 9pm at night. Oh! the clincher is that its suppose to be about 39deg. Ah! I am glad the cold temperature is welcoming me back in TX. Going to take some GREAT! Washington airport photos. ;)Alohaz---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111093512423528620?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111093512423528620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111093512423528620&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111093512423528620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111093512423528620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/cawatx-8-hours.html' title='CA+WA+TX = 8 hours.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111077269250487507</id><published>2005-03-13T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:19:03.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a small World After All.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Disneyland/Disney's California Adventure Theme Park this Friday. WOW! I can't seem to remember how long it has been since I've been here. Last time it seems was when I was 15 years old. Man, that was a long time. The moment I set foot on Disney since my last visit, my first reaction was HOLY!!! CRAP!! this place is HUGE. Only went on a few rides, but man just walking along memory was fun enough. At the California's we rode the Tower of Doom (which it kicked butt), I really love freefall rides. Missed out on 2 major ride one was a virtual reality ride and the other was a roller coaster ride (next time). I think it was just golden to me to spend a lot time with my brother and his family. Anyways, here are some scenic pixs. As Always Enjoy and Alohaz---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/Aloha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/Aloha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Universal Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/smallworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/smallworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that after leaving this ride I feel Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/itsasmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/itsasmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Can I say about this caption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Rudy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/marypoppins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/marypoppins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Mary frigging Poppins BaaayBeeee...(HOT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/ferryswheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/ferryswheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferry's Wheel at Dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/cheaptower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/cheaptower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to pay for the actual so I took this with my digital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111077269250487507?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111077269250487507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111077269250487507&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111077269250487507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111077269250487507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-is-small-world-after-all.html' title='It is a small World After All.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111055110549179530</id><published>2005-03-11T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:19:31.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What was you 80's Senior Prom song??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eventhough I didn't attend mines the song was "I'll be there for you"--Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toys of the 80's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/snakeeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" height="174" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/snakeeyes.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GI Joe with the kung fu grip. (SnakeEyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/pony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/pony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the girls My little Pony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111055110549179530?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111055110549179530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111055110549179530&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111055110549179530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111055110549179530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/flashback-friday_11.html' title='Flashback Friday.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111052158500404341</id><published>2005-03-10T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:19:55.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntington Beach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today went to Huntington Beach for a day with my brother and his son. He had to attend a meeting with a co-worker for about 2-3 hours. I was hanging out with my nephew it was so cool. We shared a Jamba juice and pretzel and checked out the hot wahines around the area. ;) Anyways, in a nutshell here are some of the sights we saw. Alohaz--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/howudoing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/howudoing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you doing?? yep that elmo bag girls can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/huntington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/huntington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huntington Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/boardwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/boardwalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boardwalk at Huntington Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/surfsup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/surfsup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURFS UP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/duke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/duke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very familiar spot found in CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/alohagrill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/alohagrill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh Looooooo Haaaaa......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111052158500404341?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111052158500404341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111052158500404341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111052158500404341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111052158500404341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/huntington-beach.html' title='Huntington Beach.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111043352445578788</id><published>2005-03-08T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:20:36.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNL to LAX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My flight was from 8:45am (HNL) to 2:00pm(LAX) (HST). Just to let you all know I got in fine. With some crazy incident which I won't go into details, just be assured hopefully everything will be ok. Slept about almost 8 hours the next day a well neccesary sleep. In a nutshell, I was tired, frustrated, and sad. Although, my brother, his wife and my little nephew quickly changed all that. Its great to have families. Anyways, here are some photo's taken in my journeys. Enjoy and Alohaz---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/daybreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/daybreak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DayBreak at Honolulu Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/airplane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/airplane2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planes Checking in for Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/wingview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/wingview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from 30,000+ up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/birdseye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/birdseye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird's Eye view of Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/lafreeway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/lafreeway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of many Los Angeles's freeways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/lax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/lax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous LA airport landmark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111043352445578788?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111043352445578788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111043352445578788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111043352445578788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111043352445578788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/hnl-to-lax.html' title='HNL to LAX'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111027482157199448</id><published>2005-03-08T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:21:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Hawaii Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, my friends, family, and fellow bloggers. This will be my last post in the islands, I will truly miss you guys. Tomorrow I fly to Los Angeles (hopefully) to stay with my brother for about a week then, off to Texas. So, my next post will be my LA week. Then well in a nutshell, I'll be back in Texas again. YeeeeeHaaawww......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111027482157199448?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111027482157199448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111027482157199448&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111027482157199448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111027482157199448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-hawaii-post.html' title='Last Hawaii Post.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111022085653721161</id><published>2005-03-07T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:21:37.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leahi "Brow of the Tuna."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leahi means "Brow of the Tuna" in hawaiian. What a fitting last hike for me before I leave this beautiful island. Well here's a brief history, it was named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-FAMILY: courier new" href="http://www.hawaiiweb.com/html/diamond_head.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Diamond Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; because voyagers traveled distance shores would pass Diamond Head and see it glimmering afar in the sunlight, well they believe that the mountains contained rare and precious gems, but to their dismay Diamond Head was just made of calcite crystals. But later, it was made into a fort where military set-up cannons for defense, great for concealing against enemies attacks. So, there you go. Here are some of the photos I took on my hike, enjoy and as always. Alohaz----(I know thats a lot of photos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 264px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/road1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 266px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 202px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/road1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trail which is about 1 3/4 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/entrance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 266px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 203px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/entrance1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance to the crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 266px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 203px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/tunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside tunnel entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/visitors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 266px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 202px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/visitors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of The Gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/smokers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 267px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 201px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/smokers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang having a smoke before the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/road2DH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 267px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 201px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/road2DH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road to DH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/shaka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 172px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 227px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/shaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LiveStrong" (Dark caves encountered during the hike.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/strairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 174px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 218px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/strairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40ish steps. Lost track after I passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/yearning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 260px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 198px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/yearning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look-Out. (Almost at the Top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/turret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 261px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 196px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/turret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many Cannon Turrets a top DH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/goingup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 173px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 230px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/goingup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/goingdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 174px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 227px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/goingdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/graffiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 254px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 191px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/graffiti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Spiral Staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/2dollarman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 257px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 193px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/2dollarman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof of completing Hike $2.00 (behind is another cannon turret.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/peek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 260px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 195px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/peek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally The Top of Diamond Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/howzit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 263px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 197px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/howzit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HowZit?? and Aloha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/crater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 262px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 197px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/crater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Head Crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/punchbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 263px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 198px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/punchbowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punchbowl, St. Louis Heights among the many that makes up Oahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/cityveiw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 264px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/cityveiw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Honolulu by Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/hotels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 266px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 203px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/hotels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Hotels along Waikiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 267px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/ocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Blue Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 269px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 203px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/lighthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Head LightHouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/kokocrater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 271px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 204px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/kokocrater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of the Panoramic Tour. Kokohead Crater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111022085653721161?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111022085653721161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111022085653721161&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111022085653721161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111022085653721161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/leahi-brow-of-tuna.html' title='Leahi &quot;Brow of the Tuna.&quot;'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-111012069521564890</id><published>2005-03-06T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:22:09.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake yet again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ugh! my head and stomach hurts. Why do I feel so dehydrated? Oh, I remember now it must be those 4 mai tais, 2 bud lights, and 2 shot of tequila churning inside of me and not to forget the 2 bowl of chips, pistachio nuts, slice of steak, fries and yes the tonkatsu don (breaded pork/egg blend) rice, and lastly the potstickers. You see my friends decided to take me out for a last drink till I leave the island. Ok, its slowly coming back to me now. Don't you just hate it when you drank last night how slowly your memory begins to sink in, well I dare you doing that and blogging it, its quite a challenge believe me. Anyways, we started at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-FAMILY: courier new" href="http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/1-year-closer-to-40-friend-once-said.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mai Tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; bar which is local spot here. We started drinking about 7pm and stayed till the place became a sausage fest, then we left. My friend decided to go check out the local Korean Bars (Hostess bars). For you peeps who aren't familiar with KBs its a place where nice/oriental women would sit next to you have a decent conversation and if they feel that your well worth it (spent enough money) they will let you coup a feel this would be done under the table. But (heres the catch) in order for them to stay on your seat you have to buy them "drinky" which runs the tab oh at about $20 to $40+ depending on the drink they opt to purchase. Why so expensive you ask well the girls get a cut and also the house get there share, thats how my friend they make their business. So, we went to this KB, just to sit down just to watch ESPN and the beer were cheap there $2 a bottle (this was around 9pm) no girls came to us and chat which was good. I didn't feel like spending money just for cheap thrills, but my friends are definitely coming back(I wish them luck). This is where we spent our 3 hours which I got liquored up some more. Then one of my friend parted ways. CO and I went to a local Japanese noddle shop that opens till the wee hours (I am sure these business establishment stays open just for use drunkards to get sober). Ok, 2 rule of thumb when you have had drank a lot, #1 drink lots of liquid (which I didn't do tonight) #2 Eat something oily or greasy before going to bed it will help with the hang over the next morning. But as for me I always knew that alcohol and going to sleep don't mix that is why I am up writing this (sigh). So where was I? Oh yes, the noddle shop man I had a large bowl of that tonkatsu don with potstickers I couldn't finish it because I was so frigging stuffed, so stuffed I thought I was going to YAK at the restaurant. I went to the bathroom tried to get it out, but nothing. UGH! But when I burped some of the food tried to come out. Dammit I said to myself. I drove home feeling like shit. Went to the bathroom and tried again, by forcing myself to YAK, but to no avail. Went to bed at about 1am, now its about 3ish. Insomnia yet strikes again. Insomnia (2) Me (0). Oh, I just can't wait for the hangover to set in this morning. Joy Joy Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-111012069521564890?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/111012069521564890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=111012069521564890&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111012069521564890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/111012069521564890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/awake-yet-again.html' title='Awake yet again.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110995165041106188</id><published>2005-03-04T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:18:07.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Thank you for all those comments on my previous post about the 8o's. Which gives me an idea. I am making Fridays my flashback friday. I will try to post a singer or band that was on big at that time and you name it and as an added bonus name a track from there album. Anyways here's the first one. And I will try to find some nifty toys or gadgets that was around that time as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/afos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 170px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/afos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Name this band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Remember playing with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/littleprofessor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 105px; height: 138px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/littleprofessor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"The little professor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110995165041106188?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110995165041106188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110995165041106188&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110995165041106188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110995165041106188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110986445228731244</id><published>2005-03-03T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:22:31.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What am I doing up so late or really early? Must be that caffeinated green tea I drank 6 hours ago just lingering in my system. Tried sleeping but no use I tossed and turned and tossed and turned some more. I know I am going feel this in the morning. Going to be lethargic, with a head ache tomorrow. Why did I drink that tea anyways? Why am I talking to myself and writing this? Ok, will try to go to bed again. Update: had a couple hours of sleep, still feeling groggy and tired. I guess insomnia got the best of me tonight. score : insomnia (1) me (0). Alohaz---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110986445228731244?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110986445228731244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110986445228731244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110986445228731244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110986445228731244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/awake.html' title='Awake.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110969449988000760</id><published>2005-03-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:22:59.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha Oe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/downtownhnl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 330px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 248px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/downtownhnl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Downtown Honolulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;(sigh). I really am going to miss this view and this place. You see this is what I always go to at about 7:30 am every Monday thru Friday mornings. This is where I work, its a longterm care home that sit atop a mountain. And this pass Friday was my last day of employment. The reason being is that I'll be relocating soon to Texas in about a week, hoping my travel goes accordingly. Yes, soon enough you'll see me blogging at a coffee shop somewhere in Dallas/Fort Worth. Pictures won't be of beaches anymore, but of lakes and rivers. Reason for me moving there is going back to school and get licensed as a physical therapist assistant in TX and someday buy a house. I am glad that I'm moving to familiar land, with friends and family there so it won't be as lonely. So in a nutshell, I got 7 days to soak-up all the Hawaii I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110969449988000760?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110969449988000760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110969449988000760&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110969449988000760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110969449988000760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/03/aloha-oe.html' title='Aloha Oe.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110960839549567136</id><published>2005-02-28T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:23:41.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wundabar, I screamed with great relish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/our%20lady%20peace.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 151px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 144px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/our%20lady%20peace.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever had a friend, co-worker, or an aquaintance, that ask you hey whats the name of that song? or whats that name of that person who appeared in that show? And that question sticks to your head because you can't seem to figure out who or what it is. And it goes on thru the next day till you figure it out. Well, case in point a friend and I went to see White Noise, and the end of the movie they rolled the credits along with the end credit music. Well, after we drove back to sit at Starbucks we were humming the song and can't seem to figure out the title of the song and who sang it. We were like "Last night I talked to you, you were in out of space..something something..blah blah blah...And guess how long this went on over a frigging week. Well tonight my fellow friend and blog readers I finally solved the mystery. And here's the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somewhere out there.---Our Lady Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Last time I talked to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;you were lonely and out of place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You were looking down on me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;lost out in space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Laid underneath the stars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;strung out and feeling brave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Watch the riddles glow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;watch them float away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Down here in the atmosphere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;garbage and city lights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;you gotta save your tired soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;you gotta save our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Turn on the radio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;to find you on sattellite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm waiting for the sky to fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm waiting for a sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;All we are is all so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You're falling back to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;the star that I can't see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I know you're out there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;somewhere out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110960839549567136?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110960839549567136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110960839549567136&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110960839549567136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110960839549567136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/wundabar-i-screamed-with-great-relish.html' title='Wundabar, I screamed with great relish..'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110879984002939023</id><published>2005-02-25T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:24:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred Vision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/BEER1[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/BEER1%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;WARNING: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;Know when to say when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just to let you know guys and gals who are planning to go bar hopping or clubbing this weekend. Keep this in mind and monitor how many drinks your'e having or your beer googles might kicking :). So remember Mr. Dud might become Mr. Stud or Miss Owieee might become Miss Wowie by the end of the night. You've been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110879984002939023?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110879984002939023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110879984002939023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110879984002939023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110879984002939023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/blurred-vision.html' title='Blurred Vision.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110922904564461135</id><published>2005-02-24T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:24:52.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captured.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/locked%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/locked%20heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the first time i met you,&lt;br /&gt;i remember that day&lt;br /&gt;you came quick like a thief&lt;br /&gt;and stole this heart away.&lt;br /&gt;this i remember because that&lt;br /&gt;very same day&lt;br /&gt;you left without me saying&lt;br /&gt;that I've been seized.&lt;br /&gt;now what fills me are emptiness and grief&lt;br /&gt;aching for that first day&lt;br /&gt;when you stole this heart away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110922904564461135?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110922904564461135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110922904564461135&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110922904564461135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110922904564461135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/captured.html' title='Captured.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110914678444547987</id><published>2005-02-23T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:55:09.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG YOUR IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, I was visiting one of my favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" href="http://laughlater.blogspot.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; that I frequently visit. For some guidance.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, she tagged me and now you've been tagged, so here are the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Book Game by Texas Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1) Grab the nearest book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2) Open the book to page 123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3) Find the 5th sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4) Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these intstructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5) Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know your thinking about it! Just pick up what is closest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 159px; height: 232px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"The researchers concluded that the planes had broken apart at altitude, spilling most of their contents into the sea. To figure out exactly where the fuselage had broken apart, they looked at whether the passangers had been clothed or naked when pulled from the sea. Sir Harold's theory was that hitting the sea from a height of several miles would knock one's clothes off, but that hitting the sea inside the largely intact tail of the plane would not and that they could therefore surmise the point of breakup as the dividing line between clothed and naked cadavers. For in both flights, it was the passangers determined (by checking the seating chart) to have been in the back of the plane who wound up floating in their clothes, while passangers seated forward of a certain point were found floating naked, or partially so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;---&gt;"Stiff" by Mary Roach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG YOUR IT---------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110914678444547987?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110914678444547987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110914678444547987&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110914678444547987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110914678444547987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/tag-your-it.html' title='TAG YOUR IT!!!'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110900935284432805</id><published>2005-02-21T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:29:26.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the 80's pt 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okies, since its Monday and you know I hate mondays. "You must have the case of the mondays." -Office Space. I still find that funny. But for some strange reason I feel sort of upbeat. OH! I know its because I am off today. So, being in an upbeat mood with caffeine added here's something to think about: (see the complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new" href="http://www.80smusiclyrics.com/humor.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/frankie_goes_to_hollywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/frankie_goes_to_hollywood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Name this band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;You know your an 80's child if.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;-You remember Don Johnson when he was "cool"&lt;br /&gt;-You remember when Michael Jackson was actually considered something of a sex symbol.&lt;br /&gt;-Your first Walkman weighed 10 pounds and was the size of a brick.&lt;br /&gt;-You wore L.A. Gear tennis shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-You know the meaning of Wax on/Wax Off&lt;br /&gt;-You're always "in the mood for dancing"&lt;br /&gt;-If you can "See Better" with sunglasses that have paint splattered all over the lenses.&lt;br /&gt;-You can feel St. Elmo's fire burnin' in you.&lt;br /&gt;-You need a shopping cart to carry your personal stereo with you.&lt;br /&gt;-You remember what Michael Jackson looked like before the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;-You still want to take Karate...(after you move to California)&lt;br /&gt;-"Outrageous!" is the term to describe something neat and cool&lt;br /&gt;-You think that Garbage Pail Kids are your children's worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;-There was nothing to question about Bert n' Ernie living together&lt;br /&gt;-The phrase "Where's the beef?" still doubles you over with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;-If you think Hulk Hogan is the best wrestler of all time.&lt;br /&gt;-Six words: "This is your brain on drugs."&lt;br /&gt;-Ferris Bueller was your idol.&lt;br /&gt;-Every now and then, you blurt out: "Ooh noo, Mr. Bill!!!"&lt;br /&gt;-If you know the words to the "Oscar Mayer" theme songs&lt;br /&gt;-Your bangs are teased perfectly to 7 inches above the rest of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;-Have multi-colored earrings that touch your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;-You wore lace gloves with the fingers cut off, bangle bracelets up to your elbows, -bright red Reebok high tops and parachute pants to a school dance&lt;br /&gt;-You know whose phone number is 867-5309&lt;br /&gt;-You drink Diet Coke because Max Headroom told you to&lt;br /&gt;-You still watch things on Beta tapes&lt;br /&gt;-Everything in your wardrobe is either pastel or fluorescent&lt;br /&gt;-You know all the words to "I'm just a bill, sitting up on Capitol Hill" and "School House Rock."&lt;br /&gt;-The feeling in your thumb is only now just returning after holding down the Atari joystick to control the racecar in Enduro Racer&lt;br /&gt;-You still can't believe that Milli Vanilli was deceiving you all that time&lt;br /&gt;-You can sing all the words to "One Night in Bangkok" by Murray Head, and now you understand that it is about chess.&lt;br /&gt;-You ever had a Dorothy Hammill haircut.&lt;br /&gt;-You thought a Commodore 64 was the highest technology available&lt;br /&gt;-Remember "Dancin' to a Big Mac at McDonalds!"&lt;br /&gt;-You still wear your "Members Only" jacket.&lt;br /&gt;-You remember when Pee-Wee wasn't a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;-You still think Donkey Kong can beat Mario up&lt;br /&gt;-If you remember when you heard that drinking soda and eating Pop Rocks would make your stomach asplode&lt;br /&gt;-You're still hoping for a New Kids on the Block reunion tour&lt;br /&gt;-You still argue over who was better: Tiffany or Debbie Gibson&lt;br /&gt;-You still watch tapes of Stingray, McGyver, and Airwolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110900935284432805?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110900935284432805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110900935284432805&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110900935284432805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110900935284432805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/remembering-80s-pt-2.html' title='Remembering the 80&apos;s pt 2.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110882948611272853</id><published>2005-02-19T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:29:56.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the 80's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, I am up really early today and a thought came to me. I was just wondering who's your favorite 80's singer, band, or group? Oh for an added bonus can you think of a one hit wonder back then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well mines are for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; its a toss up U2 and Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Singer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; again a toss up Old school Whitney Houston and Debbie Gibson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Group:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The Go Go's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;One hit wonder:&lt;/span&gt; Men without Hats "The Safety Dance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/hats3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/hats3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;You can Dance if you want to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110882948611272853?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110882948611272853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110882948611272853&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110882948611272853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110882948611272853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/remembering-80s.html' title='Remembering the 80&apos;s.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110880130220674502</id><published>2005-02-19T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:26:15.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He does Coffee or  Getaways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1250100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; WIDTH: 241px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,102) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 181px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P1250100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;SAM seeks Travel partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got to ask you my friends and fellow bloggers how does my blogsite looks?? As for me I think its looking pretty sharp. My friend pictured here helped me improve my site, he added photos on my main title and helped me place main archived photos on the side bar that I'd love to look at again when I feel the need or for you friends and visitors to see without searching. This dude helped me understand html a bit better. So if you have a chance go visit his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)" href="http://dreaming-neko.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it has cool photos and many interesting posts. Oh, and he's holding this contest if your the lucky participant you might partake on a trip with him where ever you want to fly. So just imagine his recent picture of Maui that could be you standing atop Haleakala. So good'luck...And Happy Blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110880130220674502?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110880130220674502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110880130220674502&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110880130220674502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110880130220674502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/he-does-coffee-or-getaways.html' title='He does Coffee or  Getaways.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110871410102465192</id><published>2005-02-18T00:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:26:43.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Adults Hurt Kids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Came across this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-FAMILY: courier new" href="http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2005/Feb/17/ln/ln02p.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; from a local newspaper here and what I came across was very disturbing. I myself don't have kids, but I am an uncle. Why hurt kids that trust you and expect you to protect them. It just breaks my heart to hear such news and sickens me as well.(sigh) Thats me in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110871410102465192?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110871410102465192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110871410102465192&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110871410102465192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110871410102465192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-do-adults-hurt-kids.html' title='Why Do Adults Hurt Kids?'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110860972161114439</id><published>2005-02-16T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:27:13.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of The Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorry, for the lack of posting. Im experiencing a blog block if theres such a thing. Anyways enjoy the joke :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Honeymoon splint-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;A man is going to work one day and accidentally slams his penis in the car door. He goes to the hospital and the doctor says, "We're going to have to put a splint on that."The guy says, "No way, Doc! I'm getting married in a week." The doctor replies, "Well, if we don't, it's going to be bent for the rest of your life."Finally, the guy agrees and the doctor gets out a couple of tongue depressors and some tape and fixes him up.A week later, and he's on his honeymoon. His new wife is doing a seductive strip-tease in front of him. She takes off her bra and says, "See these? They've never been touched by a man before."She then takes off her panties and says, "See this? It's never been seen by a man before."Seizing his opportunity, the husband whips off his shortsand says, "See this? It's not even out of the crate yet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110860972161114439?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110860972161114439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110860972161114439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110860972161114439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110860972161114439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of The Day.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110800640851422470</id><published>2005-02-14T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:25:34.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/herfistkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/herfistkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Within you I lose myself. Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again." -Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/bemine.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/bemine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Dearest CRT,&lt;br /&gt;For those moments we shared, where I secretly gazed at you each time you walk into the room, and for all the times you caught me looking. There's something secretly there between us, and you smiled at me because you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Always, -rudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/valentineday.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/valentineday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey You. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110800640851422470?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110800640851422470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110800640851422470&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110800640851422470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110800640851422470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day_14.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110827078182994347</id><published>2005-02-12T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:27:37.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Slutty Are You??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm... In celebration of Valentine's Day coming I suggest you and your significant other should take this test. :P Anyways, as for me, I think I need to take a re-test. Well for those of you who are tempted to take this test please do share your results.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="slutlink" href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img onmouseover="'document.getElementById(" style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/slutawards/48.gif" border="1" href="http://www.okcupid.com/slut" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110827078182994347?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110827078182994347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110827078182994347&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110827078182994347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110827078182994347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-slutty-are-you.html' title='How Slutty Are You??'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110818918554536052</id><published>2005-02-10T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:27:57.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well this pass Tuesday went to Ocean's (a local club) for Mardi Gras. It was my first time to ever go to a Mardi Gras event (Feb. 8 2005). I didn't know what to expect (with camera in hand). Actually. I thought I was going to see some B--Bs and I won't miss it this time unlike the incident back in TX, this time I'll try to capture it on film, but to no avail. All I saw was a dude wearing underwear over his head. Which we soon followed thinking it was fashionable just for that night. We saw or I met a Leanne Rimes look alike (ooo Mama!!). Anyways, in a nutshell, it was just a fun evening with acquaintances and friends hanging out being silly, having fun and having loads of laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/mardiband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/mardiband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mardi Gras Band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/group1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Hawaiian Air Crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/group2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;CO, K, LC, and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/pantyman.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/pantyman.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hope those wear washed. (Panty Man.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/panty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/panty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you can't beat'em join'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110818918554536052?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110818918554536052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110818918554536052&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110818918554536052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110818918554536052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/fat-tuesday-or-mardi-gras.html' title='Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110801981110151614</id><published>2005-02-09T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:18:02.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your inner hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Inner Hero - Paladin!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.howtobeahero.com/images/type/paladin.gif" alt="I'm a Paladin!"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strive to help others, and to bring truth and harmony to the world however I can.  Whether times are good or bad, you can always count on me.  I'm a shoulder to cry on, a champion for the helpless, and an all around nice person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  &lt;a href="http://www.howtobeahero.com" target="_blank"&gt;Click here to find your own inner hero&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110801981110151614?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110801981110151614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110801981110151614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110801981110151614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110801981110151614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-your-inner-hero.html' title='What&apos;s your inner hero.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110796404491679413</id><published>2005-02-07T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T08:06:00.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend Excursion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This past weekend went surfing for 2 days straight. The waves was about 2-3 on Saturday and 1-3 on Sunday. Just great enough to bring my 9'0 to have some fun. So I went to some surf spot and took some pix, and a friend took a picture of me catching a wave (pretty sweet). Anyways, after over a year man I've tried to walk on my board and do a Hang Ten or Toes on the Nose, but always I have my spills. Well this past Sunday I did one it was pretty sweet (also got in on time for the Super Bowl). My surfing buddy says "Wow your shredding today." I thought it was a cool compliment because man the first time I learned surfing it surely sucked "EATING IT." Anyways, in a nutshell this is my weekend excursion pictures hope you like it. ---Alohaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/pointpanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/pointpanic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point Panic Sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/panoramic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/panoramic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panoramic Shot off of Point Panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/eastcoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/eastcoast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the East Coast from the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/waikiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/waikiki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waikiki in the Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/waikiki2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/waikiki2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hotels in Waikiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/surfer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/surfer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly. ( best for last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110796404491679413?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110796404491679413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110796404491679413&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110796404491679413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110796404491679413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-weekend-excursion.html' title='My Weekend Excursion.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110772944664783098</id><published>2005-02-06T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:36:01.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles vs. Patriots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/XXXIX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/XXXIX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super Bowl XXXIX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;21-24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well another history in the making. My pick. Eagles will upset the Patriots. GO!!!! EAGLES!!! &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Updated:&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, it was a great game. I think Eagles just didn't manage the time clock well enough. But my hats off to the Patriots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110772944664783098?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110772944664783098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110772944664783098&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110772944664783098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110772944664783098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/eagles-vs-patriots.html' title='Eagles vs. Patriots.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110750387767218802</id><published>2005-02-03T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:13:31.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cheating Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/brokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/brokenheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ok, this might ruffle some feathers, but I'll take my chances. I've read a fellow blogger's (accidentally stumbled to that blogged.) article "Why female cheats." (I am in no way attacking this person's blog by the way). Sorry I can't seem to find the site, but if this person visited me hopefully they make themselves known and have you visit the site and check it out also. Anyways, the article is titled "Why women cheat." Just to sum it up its because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1)the lost of spark in the relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2) the husband don't pay enough attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3) He is not getting intimate enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It goes describing that once a new person comes into play and gives her whats missing most likely she will be unfaithful. Hmmmm....I commented on that blog that its not only the man who should make it happen but, both party should. I've learned from previous relationship if the communication is there both parties should talk (sounding like Dr. Phil who I truly dislike). Guys can't read minds ;) . Anyways, thats my take on that. Now its your turn, leave a comment or 2 on what you think??? So blast away.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;On a side note, I shouldn't even be talking cuz I myself don't have a spouse or a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110750387767218802?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110750387767218802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110750387767218802&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110750387767218802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110750387767218802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-cheating-heart.html' title='Your Cheating Heart.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110732469385895204</id><published>2005-02-01T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:32:18.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makapu'u Hike. 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aloha, well I've been putting off posting this for over a week now because of the tedious work of editing this and that. Anyways, now I've found some time. I present you a small glimpse of Hawaii (the eastside anyways). Oh! on that day I saw 5 whales breeching, a HUGE sea turtle and a hawaiian monk seal. Although I couldn't see the outer island due to the vog the sight was well worth it. Also, the ocean was soooo calm and peaceful. I suppose its just another day in paradise :) . Take care and Alohaz---(oh! by the way, visitors please claim your &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my guestmap :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/hanaumabay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/hanaumabay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanau'ma Bay...Where fishes come up to you and feed off of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/eternitybeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/eternitybeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eternity Beach]. Better known from the movie From here to Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/Hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/Hike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/use3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/use3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Me. Enjoying Life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1220082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P1220082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko Head Crater.. This is about 1/4 of the way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/makapuulighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/makapuulighthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makapuu Lighthouse... Part of the top of the hike. (very breathetaking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/rabbitisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/rabbitisland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit Island. Part of the view you'll see at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/road2waimanalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/road2waimanalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird's Eye view the road to Waimanalo. (My favorite view of all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110732469385895204?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110732469385895204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110732469385895204&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110732469385895204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110732469385895204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/02/makapuu-hike-2005.html' title='Makapu&apos;u Hike. 2005'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110649573492360967</id><published>2005-01-29T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:04:29.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the A, B, Z's About Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/pondering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/pondering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday CRT, I'll take you here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Acquaintances]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have many, a few good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Brothers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Oldest of 4 and no sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Cook]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can damn follow a recipe and it wont always taste the same the first time I tried it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Dialect]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I speak 2 others beside english and dabbled in other 2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Exercise]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least 4 x a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Family and Friends]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd give my life for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[God]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who I soulfully believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Hawaii]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where I grew up, but born in PI. Consider Hawaii home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Instruments]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've played the trombone and ukulele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Job]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Washing dishes was my first job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Kids]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will have some someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Longboarding]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What can I say I'm just stoked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Moody]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Nine]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Was the age I came to Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Ocean]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My place of tranquility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Patience and Passion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have lots for certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Quotes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just love them. Movie, inspirational, anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Rudyard Kipling]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;named him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Stubborn]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can be at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Trust]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It must be earned and if you get it don't abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Unbearable]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When harm is being done to innocent children or animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Vegas]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What happens there definately stays there ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Withdrawn]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been told I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[e&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;hibitionist]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mooned 2 girls while my friend drove next to them.(dunno any X words about me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Yearn]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to travel anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Zodiac Sign]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scorpio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110649573492360967?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110649573492360967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110649573492360967&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110649573492360967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110649573492360967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/a-b-zs-about-me.html' title='the A, B, Z&apos;s About Me....'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110698179898769198</id><published>2005-01-28T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:57:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age I will Die...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I am going to die at 81. When are you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=8666" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep! if being senile or demented don't get me first, I will live at the ripe age of 81.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110698179898769198?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110698179898769198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110698179898769198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110698179898769198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110698179898769198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/age-i-will-die.html' title='The Age I will Die...'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110689802943137614</id><published>2005-01-28T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:18:05.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Cool Hombre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/news[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/news%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Mighty Will Campos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here's a copy of a news clip of a good friend of mine, whom I met along my travels. He's the co-creator of a Fight Club and Chess Club we made. Man, the bleeding noses and bleeding mouth we had. Anyhoo, dude this blog's for you. You are now immortalized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110689802943137614?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110689802943137614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110689802943137614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110689802943137614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110689802943137614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-cool-hombre.html' title='One Cool Hombre.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110680404009964630</id><published>2005-01-27T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:28:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Candy Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/valentine/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="119" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/valentine//results/honeybun.gif" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;discover your inner candy heart @ quiz me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its official, i thought I'd be a Freak on a Leash or something along that line. Ok, just to celebrate an early Valentine's Day. Anyways, go on I know your dying to try it. Go on *click* I know you want to. Well, let me know your result. :) So we can compare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the theme of Valentine's day here's a fitting quote of the day. "Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate."- David Pratt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110680404009964630?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110680404009964630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110680404009964630&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110680404009964630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110680404009964630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-candy-heart.html' title='My Candy Heart.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110675588608060566</id><published>2005-01-26T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:49:21.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Room. (after a few drinks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night was Jazz night at Indigo, it was my first time going there. I must say it was cozy, dark, and very intimate place to hang out. CO, Kaori, and I just went to listen to live music, check out the scene and the crowd. Well it was sort of pack but once the band stop playing everyone cleared. The band was alright, I was expecting Nora Jones Jazz, but it was more of a 70ish funkish beat with some rap ala reggae thrown in it. In a nutshell LC approached me and FILO was mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1250096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/P1250096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Band Well, half of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110675588608060566?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110675588608060566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110675588608060566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110675588608060566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110675588608060566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/jazz-night.html' title='Jazz Night.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110654814959627573</id><published>2005-01-24T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:36:58.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sighting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/getdrunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr.Drunken Smiley......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Found this nifty treasure parked on the side of the road. I'm guessing the car was owned by girls cuz, well the "Get Drunk." was in nail polish.Oh and they got a sticker on their car that read "Surfer Girls Rulez." By the way, I am in no way approve of getting drunk and nail polishing your car. Alohaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110654814959627573?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110654814959627573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110654814959627573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110654814959627573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110654814959627573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-sighting.html' title='Another Sighting.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110646382653950367</id><published>2005-01-22T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:19:11.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I got in the Mail..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/floss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/floss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CooL Floss... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I got this floss from the mail, I almost forgot all about it. I first went to a website and they were asking to give this product a try. After 8 weeks of waiting, I gave it a try after a few bleeding gums and painful screams (LOL!!! j/k). Actually this product is cool, now instead of using a yard or so of floss now you can use about 1 1/4 inch of floss and it won't break and it also reaches (HA! also made by REACH)hard to reach places where normal flossing can't. The coolest thing was that its FREE!! They came with 4 inserts, and after that I'll have to buy the refills. Well if you get a chance give it a try..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110646382653950367?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110646382653950367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110646382653950367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110646382653950367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110646382653950367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/look-what-i-got-in-mail.html' title='Look what I got in the Mail..'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110638118197104249</id><published>2005-01-22T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:14:12.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember there will be a Quiz on this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Things that makes you go Hmmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;35 Facts you were perfectly happy not knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Rubberbands last longer when refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;2. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;3. There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;4. The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.&lt;br /&gt;5. The shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;6. There are more chickens than people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;7. Two-thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;8. The longest one-syllable word in the English language is "screeched."&lt;br /&gt;10. All of the clocks in the movie "Pulp Fiction" are stuck on 4:20.&lt;br /&gt;11. No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver or purple.&lt;br /&gt;12. "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".&lt;br /&gt;13. All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill.&lt;br /&gt;14. Almonds are a member of the peach family.&lt;br /&gt;15. Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.&lt;br /&gt;16. Maine is the only US state whose name is just one syllable.&lt;br /&gt;17. There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous" - tremendous, horrendous, stupendous and hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;18. Los Angeles' full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula"&lt;br /&gt;19. A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;20. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;21. Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.&lt;br /&gt;22. In most advertisements, the time displayed on a watch is 10:10&lt;br /&gt;23. Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer.&lt;br /&gt;24. The Sesame Street characters Bert and Ernie were named after Bert the cop and Ernie the taxi driver in Frank Capra's "It's A Wonderful Life."&lt;br /&gt;25. Some dragonflies have a life span of 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;26. A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;27. A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.&lt;br /&gt;28. It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;29. The giant squid has the largest eyes in the world.&lt;br /&gt;30. In England, the Speaker of the House is not allowed to speak.&lt;br /&gt;31. The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;32. Mr. Rogers was an ordained minister.&lt;br /&gt;33. The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.&lt;br /&gt;34. There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball.&lt;br /&gt;35. "Stewardesses" is the longest word that is typed with only the left hand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110638118197104249?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110638118197104249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110638118197104249&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110638118197104249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110638118197104249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/remember-there-will-be-quiz-on-this.html' title='Remember there will be a Quiz on this.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110646917967932656</id><published>2005-01-21T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:57:13.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EveryDay Italian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/Giada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/400/Giada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giada De Laurentiis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you seen her show?? If you do then you'll definately know what I am talking about, she's a cook of a show called Everyday Italian. This lady is HOT!! A friend of mine agree she talks about her food with such passion, flare, and gusto. It feels like she's seducing you thru her cooking. And those EYES!!! Aye Mama Mi'a (enough said).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110646917967932656?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110646917967932656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110646917967932656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110646917967932656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110646917967932656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/everyday-italian.html' title='EveryDay Italian.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110615236369308529</id><published>2005-01-19T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T08:41:10.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Me To You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/thekiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/thekiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustav Klimt "The Kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Pictures of You--- by The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been looking so long at these pictures of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That I almost believe that they're real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been living so long with my pictures of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That I almost believe that the pictures are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All I can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remembering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You standing quiet in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I ran to your heart to be near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And we kissed as the sky fell in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Holding you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;How I always held close in your fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remembering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You running soft through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And screamed at the make-believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Screamed at the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And you finally found all your courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To let it all go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes lyrics in songs just say how we feel this song's to you CRT. You've been on my mind lately (And no I am not going to sing this to you). :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110615236369308529?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110615236369308529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110615236369308529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110615236369308529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110615236369308529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/from-me-to-you.html' title='From Me To You.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110603606641961268</id><published>2005-01-18T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:18:47.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1160067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1160067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;---PEACE----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater our own sense of well-being becomes." -Dalai Lama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110603606641961268?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110603606641961268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110603606641961268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110603606641961268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110603606641961268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110603368423520980</id><published>2005-01-17T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T08:20:11.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Yum Dim Sum....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1150048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1150048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mr.Smiley kept me sane thru the ordeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah, 2005 Narcissus Pageant.Well, I thought that was the only great thing that came out of the gala of pageantry, eating Dim Sum oh about 12am in the morning. True--at first it was fun hanging out with strangers, making fake smiles, shaking hands, exchanging pleasantries, and looking at eye candies. But how long did my patience held, hmmm....well it went after the first and only intermission. This is when I realize that I don't do well with VERY large crowd (except if its a concert or anything that perked my interest from the get go and kept it there). Im better in a small group. Not to take anything away from CO, he seems like he had a great time. *PROPS* for that picture of Miss Chinatown. In a nutshell, I had a OK time, rating of 1 to 10, I give it a 6. Anyways here are the pics, can you find me anywhere?? (answer: thats me holding Mr. Smiley, Do you see?? Do you see??) Enjoy and Alohaz--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1150039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1150039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2004 Narcissus Queen and Princesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1150047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1150047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Miss Cherry Blossom and Miss Chinatown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1150055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1150055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A Rare Find :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1150056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1150056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The Winning Team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110603368423520980?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110603368423520980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110603368423520980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110603368423520980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110603368423520980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/yum-yum-dim-sum.html' title='Yum Yum Dim Sum....'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110572050044952040</id><published>2005-01-16T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T16:19:41.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaiRcUt....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1130036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1130036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with hair. (Before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1160066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1160066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Shaved...(After)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for about a month or so I've been comtemplating in shaving my hair off and become a monk. So come this weekend, I'd probably will do the deed cut my hair anyways. So new look for 2005 I suppose. I've done it before and hey, it will save me some cash on shampoo, and girls. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110572050044952040?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110572050044952040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110572050044952040&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110572050044952040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110572050044952040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/haircut.html' title='HaiRcUt....'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110577737012273365</id><published>2005-01-15T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:36:35.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Planet am I from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Neptune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/neptune.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.&lt;br /&gt;You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.&lt;br /&gt;You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cool site Miss Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. :) thanks....I was hoping I'd get Pluto, but oh well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110577737012273365?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110577737012273365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110577737012273365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110577737012273365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110577737012273365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-planet-am-i-from.html' title='What Planet am I from?'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110507152889036961</id><published>2005-01-06T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:16:04.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 30 1970</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/minime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/minime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Playa from day one...(yea right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well look what I've found. A baby picture of me. I'd just want to place it in my blog, because I lost this photo, thank God a friend scanned it before it got lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110507152889036961?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110507152889036961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110507152889036961&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110507152889036961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110507152889036961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/oct-30-1970.html' title='Oct. 30 1970'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110589603763078321</id><published>2005-01-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T09:33:56.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Ninjas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/ninjas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/ninjas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Please Help Him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not only we have to worry about Al-Qhedda and Terrorists now, but we also have to worry about Ninjas. Lucky this man is stepping up and putting an end to it. So, if you see him please help a bruddah out. (found this pix at a cool website, thought you'd enjoy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110589603763078321?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110589603763078321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110589603763078321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110589603763078321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110589603763078321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/damn-ninjas.html' title='Damn Ninjas.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110490714771640781</id><published>2005-01-03T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T08:19:30.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;David Gray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sleeping on the backseat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I could not believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You were right up there beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tugging at my sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And putting on your lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just like you did a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And something in your eyes that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Makes me smile, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Something in your eyes that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Makes me smile, oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/P1040033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/P1040033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Is a Sooner Fan ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want to share my Christmas gifts to you from CRT. I really love all of them. Although 2 items really stood out among all of them, first is the pictures. CRT you know its just as how I remembered you from the last time I saw you, and the 2nd is the scented pillow (OU) I sleep with that everynight now. Soon the scent will fade but your image is burned forever in my mind. Yea, your right the pillow is a little something to think of you. Someday. :) Just to let you know your in my mind and prayers always. (I've smelled that scent before I just can't seem to know or remember where.) Thanks :) and Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110490714771640781?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110490714771640781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110490714771640781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110490714771640781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110490714771640781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-christmas-gift.html' title='My Christmas Gift.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110464955123690373</id><published>2005-01-01T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:32:13.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Mr. Smiley for the New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies..keep an eye out for Mr. Smiley and where he'll pop up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110464955123690373?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110464955123690373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110464955123690373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110464955123690373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110464955123690373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/introducing-mr-smiley-for-new-year.html' title='Introducing Mr. Smiley for the New Year.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110464731240236950</id><published>2005-01-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:44:19.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, It was a pretty mellow New Year for me. I guess the slow pace comes with age or the people we hang with, but I am glad I spend it with friends. Here are some of the photos I took at a small get together in Waikele. Some pictures are taken out of boredom. Can you spot which are which. Anywayz, Enjoy and Alohaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/PC310015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/PC310015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooo--raaaay!! Yep thats me and my festive side. Can't get any better than that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/PC310027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/PC310027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OooooH mood lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/PC310022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/PC310022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh....Whats a party without Alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/PC310016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/PC310016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM and CO the Chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/PC310028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/PC310028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and E...She's trying to uncork a 2 gal. Heinikeen champagne bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/PC310026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/PC310026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Elle, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/PC310024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/PC310024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Elle and Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110464731240236950?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110464731240236950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110464731240236950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110464731240236950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110464731240236950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110425029753109771</id><published>2004-12-28T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T08:33:31.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still believe in your eyes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't care what,You've done in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby i'll always be here by your side;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't leave me waiting too long, Please come by!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, still believe in your eyes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no choice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I belong to your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because i live to love you some day;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be my baby And we'll fly away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Gigi D'Agostino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel just going somewhere secluded and staying there for awhile. Your welcome to come CRT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110425029753109771?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110425029753109771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110425029753109771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110425029753109771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110425029753109771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/getaway.html' title='Getaway.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110416411667800819</id><published>2004-12-27T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:31:19.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, its official I come in third place of the most likely to get married in a 2-3 year time span with CO coming in dead last. SG being first place because he has a fiance and AM he's currently seeing someone. I thought I'd be last due to my nature of being picky, but I always believe that we can't settle, as for me I'd try to find the person I am most compatible with. This and many other conversation came up when CO and I was hanging out at Starbucks. I usually bring out the deep conversation, and CO would give me his take on it. One for instance, If 2 females was drowning, 1 was average looking and the other was pretty and you could only save one. Which one would you save? I am sure most of us would opt to choose to save the pretty one (I sure did). But after a long hard thought I came up with a better solution, I think well I believe that I'd save the female that is most compatible with me. It was just a weird night of sorting thoughts and feelings about being single and having a few laughs with a shot of caffeine (aaaah caffeine its a good thing).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110416411667800819?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110416411667800819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110416411667800819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110416411667800819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110416411667800819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/third-place.html' title='Third Place.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110490570401750538</id><published>2004-12-25T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:13:16.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/closingtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/closingtime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**SNIFF** No caffeine today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/empty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/empty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually this place are full, no where to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/halmarkmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/halmarkmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Halmark moment. Wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, Merry Christmas Everyone. Here's a Halmark moment for you to check out. See How empty my hangout is, it was pretty much how my Christmas was also. Anyways, Merry Christmas and Alohaz---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110490570401750538?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110490570401750538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110490570401750538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110490570401750538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110490570401750538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-very-merry-christmas.html' title='My Very Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110377098267874490</id><published>2004-12-22T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:21:09.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Life's Manual*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know, I haven't logged for ages now, well nothing much is going on really just working, surfing, shopping (for myself), getting sick for 2 weeks, but when something out of the ordinary comes you guys are first to know. But today I feel like rambbling. And here it goes, sometimes I wish once were born we're handed some sort of manual to follow so that we can avoid certain mistakes we make. And not to worry about some other things waaaay to much. This sort of manual could sure put an ease on certain people's mind and surely we can change certain things. But then again wheres the FUN! (sarcasm) of it if we found out whats ahead. Sort of a double edge sword. (sigh) Anyways, My prayer for today, "Don't worry about the things you can't control, God will take care of that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110377098267874490?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110377098267874490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110377098267874490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110377098267874490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110377098267874490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/lifes-manual.html' title='*Life&apos;s Manual*'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110425146495753967</id><published>2004-12-22T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T08:32:23.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote.</title><content type='html'>"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved." -George Sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110425146495753967?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110425146495753967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110425146495753967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110425146495753967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110425146495753967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/quote.html' title='Quote.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110240055294673991</id><published>2004-12-06T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:25:43.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/HI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/HI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message in the sand for: (you know who you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/sundown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/sundown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey CRT wish I spent the day with you watching this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110240055294673991?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110240055294673991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110240055294673991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110240055294673991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110240055294673991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of You.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110239887161248226</id><published>2004-12-06T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:18:29.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;On Sunday, We had a BBQ had lots of food, fun, laughter, and memories. GoodTimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/thefam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/thefam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is The Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/picnic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ with the Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/momnkimmie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/momnkimmie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and Joy's Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/JeffnJoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/JeffnJoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and his Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/mondadiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/mondadiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, Jeff, and Iz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/unclerudyniz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/unclerudyniz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my little Nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/sandcastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/sandcastle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah demolishing a sandcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/dadnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/dadnson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Favorite Pix. (my bro and his son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/time2eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/time2eat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110239887161248226?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110239887161248226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110239887161248226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110239887161248226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110239887161248226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/bbq.html' title='The BBQ'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110239832249545721</id><published>2004-12-06T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:52:25.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The View.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This past weekend spend it with my family and my brother and his family who visited from CA. They stayed at the Hilton Hawaiian Village Tapa Tower 34th floor. I must say I was impressed with the view. Well I'll let the pictures do the talking. -Alohaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/thebeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/thebeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Derussy Beach from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/quack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/quack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wild Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/koi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/koi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi pond at the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/lagoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/lagoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lagoon, Rainbow Tower, and the Ilikai Yatch Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/below.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/below.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HACK* *PFFFT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/fortderussy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/fortderussy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Derussy Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/ilikai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/ilikai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ilikai and Honolulu at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A storm approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110239832249545721?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110239832249545721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110239832249545721&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110239832249545721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110239832249545721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/view.html' title='The View.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110191776180994970</id><published>2004-12-01T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T08:38:08.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How weird.</title><content type='html'>Wow here's a dream blog. I don't normally remember my dreams only significant ones, but this one I remembered from start to finish (or maybe I've been hanging out with CO way to much). Anyways, it starts with CO and I being seated in this restaurant, we were dressed casually. From a far I noticed a lady who looked exactly my ex-girlfriend, she turned around and it was her. She gave me one of those fake smile she usually gives just to be polite (which I hated). Anyways, a minute or two later she came over our table to say hi with that polite smile, as I introduced her to my friend she shook his hand and subtle wave her HUGE engagement ring at us so we wont miss it and make a comment. My friend noticed it and he said "Wow that's a big engagement ring" and she replied with a giggle and trying to be modest "Its nothing." She then went on about her being married to this accountant in Washington where she lives now. She asked what I was doing and I told her that I worked for a hospital as a therapist, after the chit chat and small talked she left our table and went back. We ate our dinner, then I went to say goodbye where I noticed her younger sister, I've always considered her as my little sister. She came to me asking about boys once and I gave her my honest opinion. As I left the restaurant, with me feeling a bit at ease, I thought I'd feel a bit bitter and mad at her but I guess I forgave her. When I awoke I felt a calm in me, I don't normally smile early in the morning, but this one is an acception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110191776180994970?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110191776180994970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110191776180994970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110191776180994970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110191776180994970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-weird.html' title='How weird.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110145311112524682</id><published>2004-11-25T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:13:09.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110145311112524682?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110145311112524682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110145311112524682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110145311112524682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110145311112524682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110279986073773700</id><published>2004-11-24T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T16:24:48.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I awoke wishing to sleep a minute more today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wanting to discover my happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I tried to fight it each and every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You see its the only time I find myself getting closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to you; is when I close my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is when my life with you is compose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is when I bring our world closer even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And shut the bullshit of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and give me something to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is the time I call to you and your there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Waiting with gentle smiles and warm kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forgetting my prison of my own despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So if I could sleep a minute longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Knowing whats waiting for me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I face the world with such strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;with you by my side I feel even stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-rudy nov. 21 04' (a poem for CRT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110279986073773700?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110279986073773700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110279986073773700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110279986073773700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110279986073773700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-minute-more.html' title='One Minute More.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110127184055263847</id><published>2004-11-23T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T09:05:35.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii's rare island jewel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/green_sea_turtle_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/green_sea_turtle_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;CRIKEY!!! ITS HUGE MATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went surfing with my buddy this pass Sunday. The surf wasn't that good we had to wait for awhile till the sets roll in and as time passes the place started to look like a gridlock on H-1. Anyways, it was about 9am when my friend Russ pointed out air bubbles coming to the surface and from a distance we saw green sea turtles poping his head up and down. I kept an eye out for it so I can see where it pop it head out again. Where no one behold he swam in between my friend and I it was so close, I guess the measurement was at least about 3-4ft long and 2.5ft wide it was HUGE. I've never seen one that big before, I've seen one about foot long but never this big. He was just minding his own business and going his merry way, these creatures are so serene and gentle they would never hurt anyone thats the cool part about it. Later I was also told at times they can see seals swimming also, well rule of thumb when there are seals usually sharks will follow anyways in a nutshell, the turtle show made the day a lot more eventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110127184055263847?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110127184055263847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110127184055263847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110127184055263847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110127184055263847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/hawaiis-rare-island-jewel.html' title='Hawaii&apos;s rare island jewel.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110074298286011947</id><published>2004-11-17T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T12:30:18.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoulMates thru the eyes of people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you ever wondered other people's stories, how they got to that age and what's there story behind their life? Well, I write this because, today went to the mall to grab some lunch and do some reading at Starbuck's afterward. Anyways, as I was heading out to the food court I noticed this senior citizen about the age of 67 or so, sitting at one of the benches all by herself. As I pass her by I gazed upon her face she gave a very peaceful and calming feature. I mean the wrinkles were there, but the wrinkles were of old age, no wrinkles of worries or pain, or even hurt. As, I walked pass by her, I thought to myself what's her story, what has gotten her to the point she is at now. This brought back memories of times when I was in Texas, I've worked with some senior citizens. Man, the stories they've told me, it was quite interesting to say the least, some were sad, happy, and scary. What gets me is that they can vividly recall every moment as if they were reliving that very story and you were there with them, very interesting. One that grabs me the most are the times when they spoke of their significant other, as they recall the story you can see it in their eyes how in love they were then and how they are in love with each other now. Some brag that they have been married for 50 years not counting the time they were courting one another. I asked them time and time again what was the secret in finding true love some commented or even sarcastically say having money, good looks, being tall(this coming from a man who stands 5'4). But all husbands and wives just plainly answered "you'll just know". Which leads me to a question that plagued me. Is there a soulmate? (defining: the ONE, the other that completes you, the one your meant to be with.) or are we just planned to wonder this planet aimlessly alone not knowing theres someone out there that is made for us? With this I end it with my mom plainly and simply quoting, "I love your father, because at times when I was weak, he was strong and visa versa." They've been married for 37 years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110074298286011947?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110074298286011947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110074298286011947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110074298286011947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110074298286011947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/soulmates-thru-eyes-of-people.html' title='SoulMates thru the eyes of people.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110053276183245277</id><published>2004-11-15T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:32:41.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LighTs out.</title><content type='html'>Don't know why I'm making this early entry on my blog, but I slept very early last night. Due to the early power outage we experienced. Why is that when a power outage or blackouts occur people doesn't seem know what to do? Pretty much you can't watch TV, can't read a book, and can't do much really. Luckily I had my trusty walkman, listened to it all night long till I went to bed about 9pm, not sure when the power came back on. But I woke up about 2am went to use the restroom and went back to sleep and now I am doing this. Hmmm.....just wondering what people do during a blackout. Anyways, thats about it in a nutshell. Alohaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110053276183245277?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110053276183245277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110053276183245277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110053276183245277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110053276183245277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/lights-out.html' title='LighTs out.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110046728719305643</id><published>2004-11-14T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T13:21:27.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Game Character am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame.pl"&gt;&lt;img height="80" alt="What Video Game Character Are You? I am Mario." src="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame/17.png" width="150" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;Mario&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to jump around, and would lead a fairly serene and aimless existence if it weren't for my friends always getting into trouble. I love to help out, even when it puts me at risk. I seem to make friends with people who just can't stay out of trouble. &lt;a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame.pl"&gt;What Video Game Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thats my 80's video game character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110046728719305643?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110046728719305643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110046728719305643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Woman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Jerry Mcguire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) An Affair to Remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Sleepless in Seattle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Say Anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) 50 First Dates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) The Truth About Cats and Dogs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Serendipity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Good Will Hunting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Bonus: The Wedding Singer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110046668408314834?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110046668408314834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110046668408314834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110046668408314834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110046668408314834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/answer-to-movie-prowess.html' title='Answer to Movie Prowess.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-110022694165586580</id><published>2004-11-11T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:04:34.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Veteran's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Well had the day off today took my camera and took some photos on some places that I drove to because I was bored :) . Anyways Enjoy, Alohaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/bigguns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/bigguns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bring out the guns. This is Big Bertha that weighs like a ton, my 9' o longboard bought for $100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/sunrise.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/sunrise.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sunrise at about 6:45am heading to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/alamoana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/alamoana1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ala Moana Beach on an early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/alawaiharbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/alawaiharbor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ala Wai Boat Harbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/diamondhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/diamondhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Diamond Head a Local Surf spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/shoreline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/shoreline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Shoreline of Diamond Head Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And We end the day with a Sunset. [copied this from another person's blog, its a cool pic.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-110022694165586580?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/110022694165586580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=110022694165586580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110022694165586580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/110022694165586580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-veterans-day.html' title='Happy Veteran&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109989991465276410</id><published>2004-11-07T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:28:52.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weary soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well today was worth blogging. Today, started pretty good went out surfing caught a few good waves, stayed out for about 2 hours. Noticed not many people were out surfing its maybe because of box jellyfish warning, I enjoy these moments because it seems that its a lot more quieter than usual and you can hear the tranquil ocean, its so peaceful. After 2 hours of enjoying the ocean, I went home for abit then went out to go help my friend move his stuffs to his new place. About 40% of his stuffs were moved then we[CO, me, AM] decided to have dinner, sort of noticed my car was making weird noises, but from previous experiences I sort of knew what was wrong, didn't worry about it much [told myself I am going to worry about it after dinner]. During dinner we got in dept about religion and digging deep about our lives. Anyways, I knew what I was up against me and my faith with God. After, dinner I dropped my friends off to his car and told him I think my car wouldn't make the 2nd trip I deeply apologized to him. After I parked my car and my friend went on to continue moving without me, I called AR to come and take a look at my car, he arrived and he said my tensioner was broken and this caused to power steering belt to come loose. So, I called the towing company to tow my car, while I was waiting for 45minutes by myself sort of wondered to myself why stuff [crap] always happens to me?? You know, I try to be good, do good things, help others,and try to make the right decisions, still have this happen just kills my soul and faith. I don't doubt God at all, just that at times I wonder what was the worst things I've done in my life that I have to be punished these ways, I am sure others have done far worst than I have, but still. I thought to myself maybe its another life long lesson, I still don't know what it is, but still learning the hard way I suppose. So, I called 3 different towing company, decided on one that replied to me "God bless you." at the end of the phone conversation. I took this as a sign, so I decided on him. The irony of it all was that he showed up in a tow truck that was sort of rusty, car door that you have to REALLY!! slam hard to close, its just a tow truck that might need towing, but he managed to take the SUV home. In a nutshell, after the SUV breakdown it will chain reaction to the outcome on Monday, a lot of people are not going to be happy, [sigh] but still, I pray "Thank you Lord for just thinking about me, I'm alive and doing fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109989991465276410?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109989991465276410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109989991465276410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109989991465276410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109989991465276410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-weary-soul.html' title='My weary soul.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109964145058704534</id><published>2004-11-04T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:17:39.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I've Visited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, here are the places, I've been to some we just passed by during a roadtrip, others we drove and stayed for a certain amount time.[Michigan should be there, but never quite made it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/places.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/places.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Place Visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109964145058704534?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109964145058704534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109964145058704534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109964145058704534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109964145058704534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/places-ive-visited.html' title='Places I&apos;ve Visited.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109943913869624702</id><published>2004-11-02T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:43:32.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Sappy Movie Prowess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;OK, feeling a little bored so I am going to test you gals out there about your movie prowess. Going to list 10 movie quotes and see if you can answer most or all of it. Ready! Goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "What, you want me to name someone? You want like a name? Oh, God, the pressure of a name... I got it. Cindafuckin'rella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "We live in a cynical world. A cynical world. And we work in a business of tough competitors. I love you. You... complete me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories... And we've already missed the spring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "Well, how long is your program? Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were suppose to be together... and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home... only to no home I'd ever known... I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like... magic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "What I really want to do with my life - what I want to do for a living - is I want to be with your daughter. I'm good at it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) "I could die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) "Are you staring at me or her? 'Cause you're starting to freak me out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) "You know how someone's appearance can change the moment you know them? How a really attractive person, if you don't like them, can become more and more ugly; whereas someone you might not have even have noticed... that you wouldn't look at more than once, if you love them, can become the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? All you want to do is be near them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) "What's wrong? You alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"Her name's Sara Thomas."&lt;br /&gt;"How?"&lt;br /&gt;"Halley gave it to me as a wedding present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) "I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bonus: "I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad / Carry you around when your arthritis is bad / All I wanna do is grow old with you. / I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches / build you a fire if the furnace breaks / Oh it could be so nice, growin old with you. / I'll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold. / Need you, feed you, I'll even let you hold the remote control. / So let me do the dishes in the kitchen sink / Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink. / Oh I could be the man to grow old with you. / I wanna grow old with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109943913869624702?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109943913869624702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109943913869624702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109943913869624702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109943913869624702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/11/your-sappy-movie-prowess.html' title='Your Sappy Movie Prowess.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109923480598378564</id><published>2004-10-31T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T07:00:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Whether you think you can or you can't, you are right." -Henry Ford.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109923480598378564?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109923480598378564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109923480598378564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109923480598378564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109923480598378564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/quote-of-day_31.html' title='Quote of the Day.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109918834105795514</id><published>2004-10-30T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T21:25:31.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"1 year Closer to 40." a friend once said to me. </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, another year has come and gone. Last night Russ and I celebrated our birthdays, his birthday was Oct. 27 and mines is on Oct. 30. It was the usual hang out at Mia Tai bar, live music to dance and listen too, lots of alcohol, food, friends and ALOHA, OH!! and Mai Tai Girls :-)!!! [btw did anyone found my wallet?]. Well enjoy the photos and I swear I was drinking water all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/maitai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/maitai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Crowds at Mai Tai's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/daboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/daboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Da BoyZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/lana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/lana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lana, Teela and Da Boyz [I wonder what Sam is staring at?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/ohyeaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/ohyeaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jus Me going Craaaazy! [what a ham]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/couples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Couples of our Groups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/nico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/nico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nicole, Me, Julie and Russ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/samnteela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/samnteela2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam and Teela. Wonder if Sam is getting the itch out of her back? Hmmmmm...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109918834105795514?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109918834105795514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109918834105795514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109918834105795514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109918834105795514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/1-year-closer-to-40-friend-once-said.html' title='&quot;1 year Closer to 40.&quot; a friend once said to me. '/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109909523893321049</id><published>2004-10-29T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:38:29.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of The Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"If you want to improve, be content to be thought foolish and stupid with regard to external things. Don't wish to be thought to know anything; and even if you appear to be somebody important to others, distrust yourself. For, it is difficult to both keep your faculty of choice in a state conformable to nature, and at the same time acquire external things. But while you are careful about the one, you must of necessity neglect the other." -Epictetus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan." -Serendipity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109909523893321049?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109909523893321049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109909523893321049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109909523893321049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109909523893321049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/quotes-of-day.html' title='Quotes of The Day.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109892282461036640</id><published>2004-10-27T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:50:17.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Additions to Our Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I should of posted this awhile back. I am a proud Uncle of a handsome nephew born May 2 and a niece born on July 10. Their names are Isaiah and Carlymira. Jeff who is second to me and his wife who lives in CA, had Isaiah a year ago, and my other brother Charlie [macoy] and wife Robyn who lives Japan just recently had baby Carly this year on July she's such an angel. I've gotten to see baby Isaiah but not Carly yet. I tell you these kids are the luckiest because there parents are extremely loving and caring, they will be spoiled. I love you kids. -uncle rudy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/DSC00483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/DSC00483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Little Carlymira and Mom Robyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/DSC00490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/DSC00490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Baby Carlymira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/May%20-%20July%2004%20pics%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/May%20-%20July%2004%20pics%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Little Isaiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109892282461036640?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109892282461036640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109892282461036640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109892282461036640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109892282461036640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/2-additions-to-our-family.html' title='2 Additions to Our Family.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109868715388625797</id><published>2004-10-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:34:52.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAWAII 46 --- SJSU 28.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/alohastadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/alohastadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aloha Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/tailgaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/tailgaters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Land of Tailgaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/warmup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/warmup2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Warm-Up before the big game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/akupoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/akupoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Last Shot before my battery gave out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/shaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/shaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Shaka-Braddah!!! Its all about the ALoHa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was a fun-filled evening, I could of taken a lot more photos especially the cheerleaders and the UH rainbow dancers, but my battery decided to die on me, "Oh well." at least I got some pictures to post on my blog. Actually, the day was awesome, I just had to pay $7.00 for a rocking 13th row from the fieldgoal seat thanks to my friend and his TIM hook-ups. Anyways, why is that when your enjoying something someone always has to show up to ruin it for others?? Case in point, at this game a GROUP of family came to our section, pretty loud and rowdy, they were eyeing us thinking we sat on there seat, they kept insisting that we got the wrong seat, UNTIL we showedd them our tickets, and one of them asked "Isn't this section TT??" I replied "No dumbass! its section UU" nah I was thinking that but I politely answered "No, its section UU." [rated-G version due to the kids they had]. They quitely shaddup and stop talking, deep inside I was laughing real hard, thinking "HA!! eat shit MOFO." Anyways, they politely scattered one by one moving to their seats without no frigging apology. Anyways in a nutshell, at times people don't think before they react, ASSUME. and U make an ASS of yourself. Till then laters, Aloha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109868715388625797?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109868715388625797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109868715388625797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109868715388625797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109868715388625797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/hawaii-46-sjsu-28.html' title='HAWAII 46 --- SJSU 28.'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109833567008421310</id><published>2004-10-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:31:29.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse No More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/redsoxlogo640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/redsoxlogo640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AL pennant Champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't follow baseball much, but you gotta admit The Boston Redsox and New York Yankees series has caught everyone's eyes. NO! TEAM and I mean No!! Team ever came from a 3-0 deficit and win the series. Until today, The Boston Redsox are the only team who are inspired by team work and the motivation of never say die, has proven everyone wrong except those Die hard Boston fans Who held those "WE BELIEVE." banners in the stands. Heck! man in my opinion they deserve to take the World Series just for this awesome feat. I've blogged this so if I ever look back on my archives it will remind me who are the only team who ever pulled such achievement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109833567008421310?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109833567008421310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109833567008421310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109833567008421310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109833567008421310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/curse-no-more.html' title='The Curse No More?'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109820588559614570</id><published>2004-10-19T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:16:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeee--Hawwww!! Surfs-up in Texas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/640/PA180025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/PA180025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Toes on the Nose....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A friend of mine sent me this article showing a native Texan surfing Trinity river. I thought it was cool, and if I found this out earlier I wouldn't have moved back here. [yea right ;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109820588559614570?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109820588559614570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109820588559614570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109820588559614570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109820588559614570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeeee-hawwww-surfs-up-in-texas.html' title='Yeeee--Hawwww!! Surfs-up in Texas?'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828852.post-109816475514233987</id><published>2004-10-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:37:57.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been thinking...Recently, I've heard a voice that I've never heard for awhile. I spoke to her this Friday. I must admit all day I had a smile after hearing her voice, she said she misses me, although I know it was just playful flirting, and this was the way we used to flirt at work, but sometimes it just feels good to be missed, it makes you feel like your there and someone from another place is thinking about you, and slowly you fade back to life. Now, I've been talking to her thru email, somethings she said didn't really came to a shock to me about her situations now and before; have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didnt because you want to spare their feelings? Well I wanted to tell her at that point and time that I couldn't picture her being in the relationship she's in now and be happy. I kind of wanted to ask her in my honest opinion How many times she asks herself what have you gotten yourself into now? How many times have she silently cried wishing someone could understand her? Oh, well just some unanswered questions that will never be answered. Although, the times I spent with her which are few, we connected in someway that got us thinking about each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828852-109816475514233987?l=8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/109816475514233987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828852&amp;postID=109816475514233987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109816475514233987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828852/posts/default/109816475514233987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8o8gnsurfing.blogspot.com/2004/10/lately_17.html' title='Lately....'/><author><name>8o8gnsurfing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07062130520693681968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/1419/320/kewalos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
