<?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-887239097118932868</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:23:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gucci!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dale Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290217038651104798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S1aPulkRBuI/AAAAAAAAABM/gzvTlYd8Vtw/S220/frfr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887239097118932868.post-5232485199906833540</id><published>2010-02-21T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:08:16.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ill poop on you</title><content type='html'>Andrew: duuudeeee i want a double&lt;div&gt;Me: i know dude i was about to go to stamp and go to mcdonalds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew: huhhh.. wait why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: cuz i was hungry man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew: dude i sad double.. not mcdouble &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puhahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess its one of those "you had to be there" moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe we are sleep deprived haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was andrew btw. he wrote this for me while i was laughing on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887239097118932868-5232485199906833540?l=dalekim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/feeds/5232485199906833540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-poop-on-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/5232485199906833540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/5232485199906833540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-poop-on-you.html' title='ill poop on you'/><author><name>Dale Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290217038651104798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S1aPulkRBuI/AAAAAAAAABM/gzvTlYd8Vtw/S220/frfr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887239097118932868.post-878814409804466630</id><published>2010-02-19T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:50:53.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: My Family</title><content type='html'>I like to think I'm not far from fatherhood. Not teen-pregnancy close. But early 20's, at latest mid 20's, is my ideal age for becoming a father. By today's society's standards I am a fool. I should relish the youth that only comes once in a lifetime and enjoy the life as a bachelor living on a 24 hour champagne diet. Why do i feel this way, you ask? It's because of a picture. Sitting on a lamp stand in the family room is small picture of my dad and my two older sisters, one in each arm. Everyone is smiling as my dad embraces each daughter. Regardless of how happy the picture looks inside your head, I recall tearing up every time I saw this picture when I was young. I was jealous. My dad is aging. My sisters had him when he didn't worry about getting hurt or about his cholesterol. Now this in no way is my father's fault. First and foremost, my dad is my greatest role model, and I love him with all my heart. He has taught me everything I need to know and he continues to guide me. This is just how life goes. I love my parents, it doesn't matter where I am, I'll give them a hug and a kiss on the cheek without hesitation. It's the least of my affections for them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I digress. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I was getting to is, I want to give my all for my family. This means providing and looking after my family right now and doing the same for my future family. What do I have left to give to my children if I selfishly live out my life and squander my time? When I finally look face to face with my bride, will I look up in reverence? Or will shame weigh my eyes to the ground? Knowing these things will allow me to keep myself in check. However, it doesn't mean I am fully committed to these virtues. The temptation is still there and it will always be there. I started observing the way my parents handle me for a while now. And I have come to the conclusion that I have the biggest shoes to fill. If I could be a third of what they are then I would be more than content. But in regards to my age, I hope to give my children my youth. My parents have shown me what it means to sacrifice and give it your all. I intend to pass this down to the little ones as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to understand that getting married and having children should come with preparation financially, mentally, and a lot of other "llys." I'm aware of all the stress and hard work it requires. But for some reason, I can't wait for these little brats. They better be sweet or else its off to the dungeon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887239097118932868-878814409804466630?l=dalekim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/feeds/878814409804466630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-my-family.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/878814409804466630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/878814409804466630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-my-family.html' title='To: My Family'/><author><name>Dale Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290217038651104798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S1aPulkRBuI/AAAAAAAAABM/gzvTlYd8Vtw/S220/frfr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887239097118932868.post-7930805372741321221</id><published>2010-02-03T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:45:20.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Me: yea, he looks pretty good at basketball &lt;br /&gt;Andrew: naw man, he probably sucks&lt;br /&gt;Me: what, but he has those nice basketball shoes&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: so do you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: .....................AH MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;funniest/truest/saddest moment :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887239097118932868-7930805372741321221?l=dalekim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/feeds/7930805372741321221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-yea-he-looks-pretty-good-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/7930805372741321221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/7930805372741321221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-yea-he-looks-pretty-good-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dale Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290217038651104798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S1aPulkRBuI/AAAAAAAAABM/gzvTlYd8Vtw/S220/frfr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887239097118932868.post-2114108951444431951</id><published>2010-02-01T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:18:01.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH YEHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dislikes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cold showers in the morning (especially in the winter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sleeping in socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- waking up a minute after class starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- LOUD FLUSHES. MAKES ME SO ANGRY sometimes i just scream with the flush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- my wolfman body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- accidentally grinding my teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;walking to the gym today and i heard some guy approaching me from behind at a pretty fast speed so i started thinking of karate combinations i could do before he got me. i had one in mind that was pretty nice but as i was anticipating the moment he passed me and i watched the jogger do his thang. And then i realized how far he had gone from the time he passed me to when i took my last step. He was like a 100 feet hundred away couldnt even see him so small. I realized that running and even jogging gets you to your destination to so much more faster than walking. i scoffed at myself for not realizing this earlier and I started thinking of how much more time i could have at the gym. so simpo. Upon realizing the simple reality of it, i started running. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i realized why i don't run anymore. :((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S2fRBkbrZmI/AAAAAAAAACU/dPPDP14ecWU/s1600-h/22231_468336755600_563700600_11070084_5767175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S2fRBkbrZmI/AAAAAAAAACU/dPPDP14ecWU/s320/22231_468336755600_563700600_11070084_5767175_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433541300335634018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887239097118932868-2114108951444431951?l=dalekim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/feeds/2114108951444431951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/02/aw-man.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/2114108951444431951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/2114108951444431951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/02/aw-man.html' title='AH YEHHHH'/><author><name>Dale Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290217038651104798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S1aPulkRBuI/AAAAAAAAABM/gzvTlYd8Vtw/S220/frfr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S2fRBkbrZmI/AAAAAAAAACU/dPPDP14ecWU/s72-c/22231_468336755600_563700600_11070084_5767175_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887239097118932868.post-8790375852759684606</id><published>2010-01-24T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:40:12.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay san.</title><content type='html'>Just don't disappoint the parents. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More lata bruh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887239097118932868-8790375852759684606?l=dalekim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/feeds/8790375852759684606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/01/ay-san.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/8790375852759684606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/8790375852759684606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/01/ay-san.html' title='Ay san.'/><author><name>Dale Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290217038651104798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S1aPulkRBuI/AAAAAAAAABM/gzvTlYd8Vtw/S220/frfr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887239097118932868.post-7505691265496581276</id><published>2010-01-19T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:53:50.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S O U L</title><content type='html'>So i guess what i'll do for each post is list one or maybe more of my aspirations/wishes/desires or w/e and elaborate on it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become very um dissatisfied with the way i sing. Not to sound like I can sing, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and not to sound like im trying to be humble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and not to sound like i'm righteous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but for the past two years my taste in music has gone in a different path. It's not that i don't like the music i liked 2 years ago, it's just i prefer my taste today than what i did before. In a nutshell i went acoustic/pop to soul/r&amp;amp;b. A friend of mine told me that whatever i listen to in middle school or i grew up listening to is what my voice will sound like. No matter how not logical it sounds, it's starting to become truth to me. I see so much talent in a certain age group that grew up listening to Boyz II Men, Jodeci, Maxwell, Babyface (what's that term when people act like they know people and just say names?) and such. They probably listened to them during adolescence which is why they're so damn talented. I regret listening to only John Mayer in middle school. I should've expanded. man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The easy way out: stupid and probably politically incorrect but sometimes i wish i were black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They're just inherently soulful............................haha so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is one exception i would make though. If i turned out to be one of the few soulful white men then i would be okay with that. Robin Thicke preferably or Justin Nozuka. And most people underrate Justin Timberlake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But this is impossible, so all i can do is surround myself with as much r&amp;amp;b and hope my vocal chords soak it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't mean to complain either. I acknowledge God has blessed me in so many ways including the musical aspects. If it weren't for Him i wouldn't love music so much. Thank you God and thank you Jesus and thank Holy Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There are only a few songs that stir my emotions. Im always searching for new ones so if you know em, you know what to do nahhhhhh meannnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move a little close to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You owe it to yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will selfishly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a little for myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887239097118932868-7505691265496581276?l=dalekim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/feeds/7505691265496581276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/01/s-o-u-l.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/7505691265496581276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887239097118932868/posts/default/7505691265496581276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalekim09.blogspot.com/2010/01/s-o-u-l.html' title='S O U L'/><author><name>Dale Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290217038651104798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i168W2CPCPo/S1aPulkRBuI/AAAAAAAAABM/gzvTlYd8Vtw/S220/frfr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
