<?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-8633580</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:44:33.595-07:00</updated><category term='online'/><category term='dragonball z review'/><category term='my'/><category term='brute'/><category term='game'/><category term='mybrute'/><title type='text'>Diary of J N</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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back awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1830/"&gt;Link 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1831/"&gt;Link 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-2384103077094252971?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/2384103077094252971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=2384103077094252971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/2384103077094252971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/2384103077094252971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/10/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha!'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3853450479773624870</id><published>2009-10-16T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:32:15.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamebook ef tee double u</title><content type='html'>http://www.lamebook.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/awesome.png&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3853450479773624870?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3853450479773624870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3853450479773624870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3853450479773624870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3853450479773624870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/10/lamebook-ef-tee-double-u.html' title='Lamebook ef tee double u'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-991676653064989647</id><published>2009-09-27T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:06:00.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case</title><content type='html'>If something happens and you're confused, check the little green book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volume 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-991676653064989647?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/991676653064989647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=991676653064989647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/991676653064989647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/991676653064989647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3070055939148653939</id><published>2009-09-14T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:09:31.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually...</title><content type='html'>I scrapped the blog from previous post because the title and address are no longer fitting, and blogger won't let me change those, so I just made a &lt;a href="http://no-gain-no-pain.blogspot.com/"&gt;new one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3070055939148653939?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3070055939148653939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3070055939148653939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3070055939148653939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3070055939148653939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/09/actually.html' title='Actually...'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4680439526721127529</id><published>2009-09-08T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:57:00.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog in the making</title><content type='html'>Since I'm trying to be a paid writer, I'll be starting a new &lt;a href=http://documentedwanderlust.blogspot.com/&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't had a concrete theme for it yet, and as of now there are no posts on it. It'll be a bunch of interesting (hopefully) and original thoughts catered more towards the general public. So don't feel shafted if I don't give friends shout-outs on that. And I'm sure you can cry over bigger things anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, bookmark it, wait for posts (because I plan to pull in new readers with it so every post has to be perfect before I post), and wish me luck/pray that it'll work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4680439526721127529?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4680439526721127529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4680439526721127529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4680439526721127529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4680439526721127529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-blog-in-making.html' title='New blog in the making'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4678163310969868895</id><published>2009-05-30T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:16:00.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.whiteninjacomics.com/comics/stuffycheek.shtml"&gt;Even though I saw it coming...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4678163310969868895?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4678163310969868895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4678163310969868895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4678163310969868895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4678163310969868895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-haha.html' title='Oh haha'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5692793058491754342</id><published>2009-05-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:05:00.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragonball z review'/><title type='text'>Dragonball Z</title><content type='html'>I was linked to the movie online, free streaming, and I stopped watching it after about 30 minutes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's comforting to see absolute crap; I still have a chance at screenplay writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5692793058491754342?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5692793058491754342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5692793058491754342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5692793058491754342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5692793058491754342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/05/dragonball-z.html' title='Dragonball Z'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-47468862748838385</id><published>2009-04-19T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:42:00.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mybrute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Time killer</title><content type='html'>If you're bored and can spare a few minutes a day to be briefly entertained, sign up for &lt;a href="http://owd.mybrute.com/"&gt;this game&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-47468862748838385?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/47468862748838385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=47468862748838385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/47468862748838385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/47468862748838385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-killer.html' title='Time killer'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5509300176443848614</id><published>2009-04-16T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:27:00.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/556/"&gt;Brilliant.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5509300176443848614?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5509300176443848614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5509300176443848614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5509300176443848614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5509300176443848614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5317748027401596638</id><published>2009-03-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:08:01.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2/5 Complete</title><content type='html'>I got my marks for fall semester today. 2 less courses to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a psych course that grades by 4 tests only (25%, 25%, 20%, 30%), and an average of 53% or so for my first two tests, I don't know how I managed to get a final grade of B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so relieved. But of course the year isn't over yet. Wish me luck or keep praying for me, whichever belief you go by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5317748027401596638?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5317748027401596638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5317748027401596638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5317748027401596638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5317748027401596638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-complete.html' title='2/5 Complete'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6960323217218076363</id><published>2009-02-27T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:37:00.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>I think I find this funnier than I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/the_raven.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From xkcd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6960323217218076363?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6960323217218076363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6960323217218076363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6960323217218076363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6960323217218076363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4368135846808294079</id><published>2009-02-25T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:44:00.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAARRGGHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4368135846808294079?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4368135846808294079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4368135846808294079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4368135846808294079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4368135846808294079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/02/aaarrgghhhhh.html' title='AAARRGGHHHHH'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3949708831778420367</id><published>2009-02-14T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:47:00.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot</title><content type='html'>I don't remember how to school anymore. I can't focus. Curses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3949708831778420367?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3949708831778420367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3949708831778420367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3949708831778420367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3949708831778420367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2009/02/shoot.html' title='Shoot'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-932706401856344591</id><published>2008-12-26T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:09:00.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSO @ ACC</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3140249870_5280a20c79.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napping to music has never been so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the experience, concert recommender and organizer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-932706401856344591?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/932706401856344591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=932706401856344591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/932706401856344591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/932706401856344591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/12/tso-acc.html' title='TSO @ ACC'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3140249870_5280a20c79_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4594251257315255440</id><published>2008-12-26T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:01:49.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>I wanna take this time to get something off my chest. It's been on my mind for a while; I'm not in a cheery mood because it's Christmas, or just past Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you I call friends, especially best friends, and actually even more so for those who consider me a friend and even a best friend, thank you for the times. Thank you for the ups we've had together, and to some, the downs we've had and overcome. Thank you for your patience in dealing with this flawed individual. Thank you for taking time out of your schedule for me for whatever reason. For asking how I am when you notice something's wrong, for keeping me company when I'm lonely. Thank you. Don't think that because I may be difficult to deal with that I don't treasure your friendship. I do appreciate it all. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4594251257315255440?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4594251257315255440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4594251257315255440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4594251257315255440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4594251257315255440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5159670280361603212</id><published>2008-11-30T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:44:00.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional</title><content type='html'>I was scratching my head today and I felt a slight pain in my finger. I found a hair splinter in my finger. I need to start using conditioner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5159670280361603212?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5159670280361603212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5159670280361603212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5159670280361603212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5159670280361603212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/11/unconditional.html' title='Unconditional'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-286051904739444802</id><published>2008-11-29T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:56:00.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahaha!</title><content type='html'>Thank you Robz for showing me this goodness. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://nonadventures.com/comics/2007-07-07-48.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-286051904739444802?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/286051904739444802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=286051904739444802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/286051904739444802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/286051904739444802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/11/wahaha.html' title='Wahaha!'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5049151605515330572</id><published>2008-11-11T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:01:00.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning from a dream. I saw myself failing the road test for the second time in a row in a month's time. Lost every ounce of confidence I had in me right there. I didn't feel ready for the road test that would take place in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 1:30pm. The test has been delayed 20 minutes and the examiner comes 5 minutes late herself. This was after I saw my last examiner go by in another car. Whew. Lady drops in the car after asking me to give her signals and such. We head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me almost a minute to pull out of the parking spot. It's downhill and the road is one way. Pretty tight. Already not the greatest start, but I get no checks or crosses. Still okay for now. I make sure I do my blindspot checks this time. But then I forget to signal right when I turn. I decided it was the only direction, but it was a risky move. But her hand didn't move. Good to go. We go the same route as last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks me to do a downhill park on a residential street. I do it. No checks that I remember now. We then keep going and I remember having a not so smooth stop at the stop sign. I turn right and do a three point turn. No sweat. Kinda slow though. I take the car back out onto the main road after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told to make a right turn on a major intersection. I stick the front of the car out as the numbers under the pedestrian light ticks down. Some guy's crossing the street. I don't remember how far away he was; the street was around 6 lanes wide in total. I stop and wait for him. Some anus of a driver honks from behind. I hope he crashed. The examiner looked back at the other driver. No marks off for me because it wasn't my fault. I make my turn and all is well. But the paranoid fear of getting marks off or even failing for getting honked at lingered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull into a small street that leads to the test centre. "Turn left at the stop sign," she said. I shoulder check and switch to the left lane. I stop at the stop sign and go when it's my turn. I went straight. "Left turn!" Oh mother-. "Oh right here? Sorry..." I keep going. I don't dare pull a crazy left turn in the middle of the intersection. I was certain I failed right then and there. She already sounded pretty rude already. She needs a new job. Or maybe I caught her at a bad time of the month. I was taught recently that a high tide brings emotions crashing down on innocent bystanders, and I guess on stressed out new drivers, too. Maybe especially them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull into the plaza, still certain of my consecutive epic failure at Port Union. I roll slowly to the next stop sign. "Turn left." I see a car parked on the right side of the left lane, and the driver just walked out from a store to enter his car. I figure I might wait for him to move out of the way so it's a bit safer. "Let's go, please." More than a hint of frustration in her tone. Yup I'm done like dinner. After I make the turn I see a pretty big speed bump. I remember asking my instructor just before what the max speed should be when going past speed bumps. She said 20-30 km/h usually. So I go at 20. Wow she almost died right beside me. I know something did in the trunk. "Maybe you should go a little slower this time." My voice was so subdued by that time I could barely hear my own apologies. We go slowly again until we reach the back alley parking of the test centre. I'm asked to do a back in, which I do hesitantly and extra carefully. I must admit just seconds before that I thought of not caring about doing well because I had failed already. But I figured I'd keep at it just because. I didn't give myself a counterargument. I just tried my best til the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I back in not so smoothly and do all the brakes. "Aren't you gonna fix this?" "Oh." So I do. I was a little too close to the car on my side, and quite a bit of space on hers. I pull out leaning on the right, then straighten it out before backing in. "You're not turning the wheel. You're gonna end up at the exact same spot as before." I slowed my reverse. I had no clue what she was talking about, but I didn't wanna ask because I'd look like an idiot if I did probably. So I just finished what I was doing. It all looked fine to me. We both had enough space to get out. Neither of us are fat. Well I've been working out so I can destroy a car by walking into it, but what can you do. I turn it all off as she asked and we went over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This test could've gone either way. You're way too slow. But I'm giving you a pass..." The rest of her words fell on deaf ears. God answers prayers. Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was a blur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5049151605515330572?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5049151605515330572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5049151605515330572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5049151605515330572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5049151605515330572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day to Remember'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4280686659197365091</id><published>2008-10-29T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:27:00.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow</title><content type='html'>My neck's cramped. It hurts to shoulder check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4280686659197365091?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4280686659197365091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4280686659197365091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4280686659197365091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4280686659197365091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/10/ow.html' title='Ow'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4989017506914252526</id><published>2008-10-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:04:00.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it</title><content type='html'>But I'm still 3/3 when it comes to interviews. Can't stop. Won't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4989017506914252526?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4989017506914252526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4989017506914252526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4989017506914252526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4989017506914252526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3379969661264682109</id><published>2008-10-13T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:43:00.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloved</title><content type='html'>Writers are undervalued today. $0.10/word is not expensive. It's as cheap as quality articles can get. Frig. Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/guitar_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, xkcd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3379969661264682109?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3379969661264682109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3379969661264682109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3379969661264682109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3379969661264682109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/10/unloved.html' title='Unloved'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7801265676524278502</id><published>2008-10-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:14:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telltale Signs of a Chinese Christian Youth Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;Glasses and crucifixes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mainstream worship songs in the background, live or on legit CDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least one acoustic guitar and &gt;=1 guy strumming at all times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Token Asian(s) in sporty/gangsta wear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;S&gt;Carebear paraphernalia&lt;/S&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creeper (thx javamaster)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, this is not meant to offend anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7801265676524278502?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7801265676524278502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7801265676524278502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7801265676524278502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7801265676524278502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/10/telltale-signs-of-chinese-christian.html' title='Telltale Signs of a Chinese Christian Youth Gathering'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6294297800947578911</id><published>2008-10-08T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:35:00.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G2 Oct 29, 2008</title><content type='html'>They see me rollin'&lt;br /&gt;They brakin'&lt;br /&gt;They strollin'&lt;br /&gt;And screamin' "homie please don't hurt me'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6294297800947578911?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6294297800947578911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6294297800947578911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6294297800947578911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6294297800947578911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/10/g2-oct-29-2008.html' title='G2 Oct 29, 2008'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5208157964205661960</id><published>2008-10-03T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:46:00.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So that's what it's like...</title><content type='html'>I feel like a penniless writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will edit essays $5 Cdn a page. Yes I'm ripping myself off, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5208157964205661960?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5208157964205661960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5208157964205661960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5208157964205661960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5208157964205661960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-thats-what-its-like.html' title='So that&apos;s what it&apos;s like...'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1048958495029860177</id><published>2008-10-01T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:27:52.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok that was dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.outwar.com/rec/xdream"&gt;I'll link it elsewhere.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1048958495029860177?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1048958495029860177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1048958495029860177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1048958495029860177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1048958495029860177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/10/heh-heh.html' title='Ok that was dumb'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-72068348337028384</id><published>2008-09-23T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:57:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes again</title><content type='html'>My prof had some quality lines today, but I can only remember one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's debate was predominated by the word 'suck'. It's one word that I object. I mean think about it. It's one of the first thing you do in your life. Sucking breast milk. What's better than that?"&lt;br /&gt;- J. Ferguson (Paraphrased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies in your class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-72068348337028384?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/72068348337028384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=72068348337028384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/72068348337028384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/72068348337028384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/09/quotes-again.html' title='Quotes again'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1370036403473917968</id><published>2008-09-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:39:01.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ung ah</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad I have art to channel my wrath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1370036403473917968?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1370036403473917968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1370036403473917968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1370036403473917968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1370036403473917968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/09/ung-ah.html' title='Ung ah'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5528685574063178423</id><published>2008-09-17T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:09:00.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of blogs?</title><content type='html'>So I just skimmed through all the blogs on my friend list there and I notice most people don't update anymore. I wonder if that's just within my circle of friends or if people really are bored of blogs and that this fad is beginning to pass. But all I know is no one's gonna read this entry until at least days after this has been posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a nightly musing. Nothing too exciting to report. Well, for those who know what I've been working on, ask me to show it to you. It's finally done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5528685574063178423?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5528685574063178423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5528685574063178423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5528685574063178423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5528685574063178423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-blogs.html' title='End of blogs?'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7542492604092542234</id><published>2008-09-10T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:32:00.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwaaaaahhh</title><content type='html'>As most of you know (but only one of you would read this I'm guessing), it's supposed to be my last year at the uni I attend. So tonight I just pored through every degree requirement to make sure I had it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't. And apparently I overlooked quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for about an hour I rearranged my entire schedule for this year with fervent and desperate prayers thrown in for good measure. Finally I took a deep breath and decided all was good. I didn't plan on taking the next day off to rest, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized I misread a tiny detail. I wasn't exactly going for the degree that I was reading up on. Ho crap. And the deal is that once a course is dropped, there's no guarantee that I can pick it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the degree I was reading up on had more requirements than what I actually needed for my real degree. So I could afford to keep the ones I had already. Better yet, I dropped a harder course and opted for an online seminar that was half the amount of credits. I didn't need the extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tired enough to rest a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7542492604092542234?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7542492604092542234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7542492604092542234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7542492604092542234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7542492604092542234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/09/fwaaaaahhh.html' title='Fwaaaaahhh'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6335273065079951631</id><published>2008-05-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:11:00.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>"Yo no homo, but I'm gonna miss you man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stapler. What funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll miss you too, if you guys weren't so close by that I would see you all about once a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6335273065079951631?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6335273065079951631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6335273065079951631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6335273065079951631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6335273065079951631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6524714799878530075</id><published>2008-05-19T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:22:22.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flawless Proposal</title><content type='html'>In an age when technology and the self are praised more than God, when the Roman Catholics’ objection towards atheistic media is ridiculed, any sound minded individual would love to silence today’s religious fanatics by disproving God, or better yet, killing God. While I lack the evidence to disprove the existence of God, I have the foolproof way to kill God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No man is an island.” Every rational entity is shaped by the people, things, and circumstances around him, her, or it. I argue that every rational entity is identified solely by the people, things, and circumstances around him, her, or it. People are identified by their careers, social ranks, relationships, etc. A businessman is nonexistent without clients; a mother is nonexistent without family members. Even characteristics are subjective and relative, and are dependent on external sources. A man is short-tempered only if his temper deviates from what is socially accepted as fair-tempered. Cut him off from society and he will become the social standard of his own limited world. Same is true with God. God is nonexistent if no one worships Him as God. Separate God from His worshippers and God will no longer be God, essentially destroying His identity and killing Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in theory this is a simple plan, in practice it gets more complicated. Mainly there are two approaches: separate God from the people, or separate the people from God. As I have said earlier, I lack the evidence to prove or disprove the existence of God, so getting a hold of God and removing Him from His followers would be impossible. That leaves the second option, which is somewhat more manageable. Faithful believers are not easily swayed, so separating them from God mentally is out of the question. Therefore the best way to kill God is to kill His followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are faced with yet another problem. How does one identify God’s followers? There are do-gooders who act like those religious fanatics, and there are God followers who blend in nicely into the rest of the normal society. As witch hunts in the past have demonstrated, forcing people to confess or renounce their faiths is futile as people will confess or swear to anything to escape torture. Such heartless claims are often untruthful; this method is useless for this cause. But even if one is able to identify and eliminate every God follower in the world, there is still a possibility that new followers will arise to take their places. As noted in history, Saul the God hater and religious fanatic exterminator became a devout God follower himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can a rational scientific individual do to stop this outbreak of faith? If every human being is a potential victim, the only way to kill God for certain would be to eliminate every one of these potentials. This is mathematically proven to be irrefutable truth. But then how can any individual, or individuals, hope to wipe out the planet’s human population? It is a virtually impossible task; even major natural disasters fail to reduce populations to nothing. But there is a solution. While it is basically impossible for anyone to end every life on earth, it is impossible for everyone to fail at ending one life each: his or her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, by carrying out this plan, many will not see the fruits of their labour in their lifetimes, but every life counts, as every individual is a potential God follower. Those who know the real truth, who know what is right, must take the first step and be examples for those who are weak-minded. We must set this plan in action now. There is no time for fence sitting; a new world of freedom from religious slavery and genuine truth awaits. Take control of your life. The time to kill God is now, one life at a time. Will you stand and step up for what is right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6524714799878530075?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6524714799878530075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6524714799878530075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6524714799878530075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6524714799878530075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/05/flawless-proposal.html' title='A Flawless Proposal'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3106406716793475880</id><published>2008-04-12T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:02:16.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat eventful day</title><content type='html'>So I went out to get a haircut today. No reservations, just walked down the street to my somewhat usual haunt. Packed. I walked across the street. I once saw Brian go there for a haircut, so I figure I'd give it a shot, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in. One staff member. Korean lady with reddish blonde hair talking on the phone in her native tongue. Does not acknowledge me other than the occasional glance. I wait. She talks on. I look at the time on my cell, not really caring what time it is, but to show her I'm there and waiting. She talks on. And then she talks on. I leave. She calls out to me in Korean. I ignore. She comes out onto the street, calling out in Korean. Not even a backward glance. I walk on. I thought of turning back and walking on to show how dissatisfied I was with her attitude and lack of service, but I didn't wanna make any enemies. It's enough for her to know money walked out her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then afterwards I went to Staples to meet up with co-workers. Went to dinner afterwards. But before that, manager called me this morning to see if I could work today's shift, and I said no. Then I see him outside the store after it closes and he jokingly rants about me not coming in to work. Heh. Sorry homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments about dinner. Well, it was pretty good food. But I didn't have enough, so I got a snack afterwards which was actually a meal on its own. Now I'm bloated. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3106406716793475880?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3106406716793475880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3106406716793475880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3106406716793475880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3106406716793475880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/04/somewhat-eventful-day.html' title='Somewhat eventful day'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-8174670558947066266</id><published>2008-03-26T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:06:17.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses: the sequel</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm hitting puberty all over again. My voice is cracking. And I've slept half of the day away. I feel so wasted. Not gonna go to work tomorrow. My throat's gonna be in worse shape in the morning, I'm sure, as is the case for every other morning this past week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-8174670558947066266?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/8174670558947066266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=8174670558947066266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8174670558947066266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8174670558947066266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/03/curses-sequel.html' title='Curses: the sequel'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4380937060364922137</id><published>2008-03-06T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:24:26.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses!</title><content type='html'>I hate doing group projects with people who contribute nothing and waste everyone else's time. Get your act together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4380937060364922137?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4380937060364922137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4380937060364922137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4380937060364922137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4380937060364922137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/03/curses.html' title='Curses!'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7206776605995503610</id><published>2008-03-02T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:53:04.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running from you for you</title><content type='html'>What a fun weekend. Chill time with friends playing Rock Band and eating hot pot on Saturday and late birthday celebration on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so looking forward to this weekend, and I must say it's too bad it's over already. Snap back to reality. Gotta start preparing for a group project which is kinda due (between ourselves) tomorrow. And two assignments for the same course due as well, but those shouldn't take too long, so it'd be okay. It's the group prep that annoys me. We'll see how much I get done before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to excitement. I'm addicted to fake guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Candace do a whole bunch of stupid things, and gave her stupid punishments for failing her stupid "quests" and we had too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she flips it on me accidentally and made me run like a stupid psycho in Hillcrest mall to pick up her purse. Good thing nothing was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it took me about an hour to fully recover. Don't think I've sprinted so hard in my life. See, I need a reason to run. I can't hop on the treadmill and run aimlessly on the same spot. Or run around in circles going nowhere important for that matter. Maybe if I did more of that useless stuff I wouldn't be so out of shape for times when running is actually important. After that little jog (clearly understated here if you're wondering), I tasted blood in my mouth, coughed like a smoker, felt pain in my chest like I got shanked in my lungs. Lost my appetite as well, right after I bought a McD's meal. Couldn't stomach anything for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I needed four washroom breaks. Either I was ultrahydrated or I might have prostate cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hopped on go karts and raced like stereotypical Asians. At least I did. Hit a barrier once, and got smashed into twice by Angie. And then Bobby spun me out once. Come on, friends. But I guess I was to blame as well, since I was going kind of slow. But at least I finished within the top 10. Okay, yes, we only had six racers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at some Korean place and played improvised Apples to Apples. Not the easiest game. "'Tasty' and 'Pikachu'... We're Chinese. We eat everything. And they can cook themselves. Bzzt! And if it's a dish, we can 'pick at you'." Went to Candy's place after for some more random gaming. Got molested by Keira. Kiera? Keyrah!? But I was dared to molest back, which I hardly did. Some interesting truths came out tonight as well. But won't give details on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she enjoyed her celebration. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7206776605995503610?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7206776605995503610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7206776605995503610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7206776605995503610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7206776605995503610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/03/running-from-you-for-you.html' title='Running from you for you'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3231139378987452760</id><published>2008-02-28T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:10:33.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana Kimi Remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/feb/22/japan?gusrc=rss&amp;feed=worldnews"&gt;Hahahaha! Gross.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3231139378987452760?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3231139378987452760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3231139378987452760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3231139378987452760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3231139378987452760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/02/hana-kimi-remix.html' title='Hana Kimi Remix'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1264926236147683527</id><published>2008-02-20T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:15:34.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most unproductive day ever</title><content type='html'>So I had work yesterday and that turned out to be a waste of a day. Normally I wouldn't mind getting paid for doing nothing, but this time I worked so hard to do nothing. As a matter of fact, I went beyond being unproductive; I was destructive. And I blame my manager for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our company has store-wide layouts for each shelf by category. They only differ depending on the size of the store and how many shelves are available for a certain category. I was assigned to update price tags, and if anything gets moved on the shelf to a different location I would take care of that as well. Normally only the prices are changed, if they even change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time. Everything was changed. The price tags had to be changed either way, but I was not prepared to move the products around. For 5 hours I stripped the shelves bare, painstakingly took out each peg and repositioned them, put the products back on the shelves, and then the manager who told me to do it said "oh this is the wrong one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well can we just leave it as is? I'm almost done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not. Put everything back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started putting it back, but I didn't finish, and I didn't stick around overtime to get it done. It's not my fault I got the wrong layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1264926236147683527?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1264926236147683527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1264926236147683527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1264926236147683527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1264926236147683527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-unproductive-day-ever.html' title='Most unproductive day ever'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-8222233298232921700</id><published>2008-02-11T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:42:24.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading week!</title><content type='html'>First day off, and I met up with one of my best friends for bday planning. Have some pretty good ideas :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went to Staples for some errands with her. Then we went to Second Cup to get drinks. Because the guy working there is also my "superior" at Staples, he hooked me up with free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hook him up with free office supplies but I think he'd yell at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a good day off school and work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-8222233298232921700?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/8222233298232921700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=8222233298232921700' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8222233298232921700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8222233298232921700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/02/reading-week.html' title='Reading week!'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1146657201487023384</id><published>2008-02-08T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:41:45.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops free money yay! (Wink)</title><content type='html'>This actually happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New manager forgot he was supposed to open the store, so the entire scheduled staff chilled out outside in the mall for an hour and a half until another manager came to the rescue (of the store; I could've sat there all day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we get paid for doing nothing. That's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I bought X-Men 3 the Official Game and The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion for computer and that set me coupla bank notes back. And worst of all they don't work on my computer because either my monitor or my video card or both aren't up to the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling both of them for $15 each! Prices are negotiable. Ring me up! Both games were brand new until I carefully opened the packages so they still have that sweet new game smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1146657201487023384?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1146657201487023384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1146657201487023384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1146657201487023384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1146657201487023384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/02/oops-free-money-yay-wink.html' title='Oops free money yay! (Wink)'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-406939609469929558</id><published>2008-01-22T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:51:02.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train of thoughts</title><content type='html'>I had to train a new employee today. Didn't really know what I was doing. I thought it was kinda funny because I still had "I'm in training" on my name tag. Maybe that's why they decided to give me a new one today. But I chose not to wear it. Trainee tags have their benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot on my mind, and it probably showed on my face. Wouldn't be surprised if the new girl found me intimidating. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleeping in. Gotta be up around 6:30 every day now, or at least that's what it feels like. I miss sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-406939609469929558?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/406939609469929558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=406939609469929558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/406939609469929558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/406939609469929558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2008/01/train-of-thoughts.html' title='Train of thoughts'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5848723697320420238</id><published>2007-12-08T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:54:06.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #?</title><content type='html'>I haven't had time to keep revealing my daily secrets, so I'll end my series here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas dinner with staplers tonight. Should be fun. Looking forward to it. Joy. I hope the company's paying for dinner. I don't really know the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5848723697320420238?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5848723697320420238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5848723697320420238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5848723697320420238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5848723697320420238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/12/day.html' title='Day #?'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7585487800696751627</id><published>2007-12-04T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:51:43.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 52</title><content type='html'>Long 9 hours + at work. Only noteworthy thing is that there was a power outage today, as most North Yorkers experienced in the mid afternoon. Booted non-Staplers out and just chilled. Some guy took advantage of the lack of customers in the store and started shouting obscenities randomly. He must be repressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Christmas dinner on Saturday. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight: Apple, canned oysters, crunchy slice of bread. Not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7585487800696751627?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7585487800696751627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7585487800696751627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7585487800696751627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7585487800696751627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-52.html' title='Day 52'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7385329391662394643</id><published>2007-12-03T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:50:24.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 51</title><content type='html'>Had my last day of school this semester. Finished my final exam in 20 minutes, and it was quite the joke. It was online, and we could redo it as many times as we could after seeing the results of each attempt. It didn't tell us the right answers though, only whether the answers were correct or not. The students swapped answers freely; not online or anything, but orally because the prof left the room so often, doing who knows what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redid my test about 4 times because I kept getting an incorrect answer for one of the questions. i finally checked randomly and gave up. I was later told by a classmate, who was informed by the prof himself, that we got the right answers in at least one of our attempts, which means for some reason the computer failed to recognize the correct responses. It's most likely the prof's fault, because it was the only question that no one got right. But my final answer wasn't the correct one, so I probably got 11/12 on it. Whatever, I'm getting high 90s for that course anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mailed a lotta stuff afterwards, spent quite a heft amount at the postal office. After that, drew some stuff, which turned out nicely. May or may not upload when I'm done. Had real home-cooked dinner at night. Gonna draw some more now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7385329391662394643?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7385329391662394643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7385329391662394643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7385329391662394643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7385329391662394643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-51.html' title='Day 51'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-938628448059861318</id><published>2007-12-02T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:43:14.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 50</title><content type='html'>Bad weather today, so I didn't go to church. I regret it. Being at home the whole day isn't fun. But it's not much fun in the cold either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had time to cook for myself again. Made toast and Kraft dinner. They don't count? Fine, just French toast then. I liked it. Only decent thing I can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied, wrapped some books for my brother, and that's about it. Gotta sleep earlier tonight. Exam tomorrow and then I'm over and done with the semester like my overdone steaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-938628448059861318?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/938628448059861318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=938628448059861318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/938628448059861318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/938628448059861318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-50.html' title='Day 50'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5671158998417559686</id><published>2007-12-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:35:48.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 49</title><content type='html'>Went down to Eaton's with Andrew today. Pretty exhausted now. Napped on the subway but that didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading Deathly Hallows. Somebody used a naughty word. Muggle-style cursing in a magical book! Uh, tome! Shame on you, Ms. Rowling. But thanks for the inspirations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5671158998417559686?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5671158998417559686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5671158998417559686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5671158998417559686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5671158998417559686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-49.html' title='Day 49'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-606452316420035686</id><published>2007-11-30T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:31:49.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 47 + 48</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at school for a long time doing my essay. I didn't get home until past 9, and finished the essay just before 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8:30 this morning to study for my midterm at York computer lab. Think I did all right on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate after the exam, read a comic book for free at the bookstore like a poor nerd, then came home to read some Deathly Hallows. Almost finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go to Salt later. That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-606452316420035686?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/606452316420035686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=606452316420035686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/606452316420035686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/606452316420035686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-47-48.html' title='Days 47 + 48'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1099919751787338014</id><published>2007-11-28T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:37:51.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 46</title><content type='html'>Another busy day, though not as productive as I would have hoped. Still gotta kill this essay before I start studying for the midterm, which are both due in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't eat anything extravagant today. Just ate cereal for breakfast, KD for lunch, some Japanese food for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1099919751787338014?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1099919751787338014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1099919751787338014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1099919751787338014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1099919751787338014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-46.html' title='Day 46'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7108048584209983370</id><published>2007-11-28T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:33:12.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 45</title><content type='html'>Late entry once more. Day came and went. Woke up later than I wanted to, read a bit, then left to pick up some groceries, a book for school, and cheque from work. Saw my homiette briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loaded up on KD with ketchup. Not bad; filling anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read some more. Played around as well. Gotta be more focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a late happy birthday to my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7108048584209983370?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7108048584209983370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7108048584209983370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7108048584209983370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7108048584209983370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-45.html' title='Day 45'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1994552885757116600</id><published>2007-11-26T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:01:54.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 44</title><content type='html'>Went to school on time for once. Did an entire major assignment in class, and most likely got 100% on it, like everyone else did. I don't understand why that was considered a major assignment. We just followed his instructions step by step and that's all we needed. Have to be a comp1337 n00b to fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had my big lunch to try and last my day. KFC/Taco Bell has this holiday feast deal now and it's great. Fries, gravy, salad, chocolate, three pieces of chicken and drink. Delicious. Fatteningly delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and worked and worked. I'm very sleepy right now. Had some instant noodles at night, and they weren't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneventful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1994552885757116600?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1994552885757116600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1994552885757116600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1994552885757116600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1994552885757116600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-44.html' title='Day 44'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1645578660858217473</id><published>2007-11-25T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:35:04.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 43</title><content type='html'>Been drowsy the entire day. Not much accomplished. Didn't cook dinner again; went out to get Japanese grilled eel rice. It's been two nights in a row now. It's actually not that cheap, even though there's quite a bit of eel. I should cut down on that, tasty as it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my coming week please. Gonna be long. Pray for productivity mostly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1645578660858217473?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1645578660858217473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1645578660858217473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1645578660858217473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1645578660858217473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-43.html' title='Day 43'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7108981349884636911</id><published>2007-11-25T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:46:55.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 42</title><content type='html'>A day late again. Don't really remember everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was supposed to go shopping with me, but that didn't happen, so my morning and early afternoon was kinda wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dominion to cop the new Burning The Day cd but fishman forgot about it. I didn't bother him after that. Ate a Timmy's combo there because I had hardly eaten at all since morning. Just three plain French toasts earlier. Went to return the Tekken dvd at the store nearby, then picked up a movie called I Know Who Killed Me starring Lohan. Not the worst film out there, but definitely nothing spectacular. The ending especially ruined it for me. Just so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTI concert after that. Missed Colliding Lights perform. Sorry guys. Wanted to be there. CTI did very well. Fun night overall, including food at Karen's afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that was about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7108981349884636911?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7108981349884636911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7108981349884636911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7108981349884636911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7108981349884636911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-42.html' title='Day 42'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1501818121562469778</id><published>2007-11-24T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:36:03.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 41</title><content type='html'>Posting this a day late, but whatever. Had only one meal again, but it was good. A mix of Taco Bell and KFC; it was mano lickin' good. Yes, I lick more than just fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused to SALT, bumped into Chris at the Finch station, so the ride wasn't so lonely. It was cold walk after the bus ride though, so even with my gloves on my hands were rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a bit of basketball after SALT, and I gotta say I'm starting to feel like one of those uncles with their awkward motions and poor stamina. My body's not up to it, and especially these days when I go one meal a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1501818121562469778?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1501818121562469778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1501818121562469778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1501818121562469778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1501818121562469778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/d.html' title='Day 41'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7430192621150933629</id><published>2007-11-22T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:16:40.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 40</title><content type='html'>40 days now. Jesus fared much better than I did when He was in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long day at work. I'm literally falling asleep on the spot now. Reminds me of my sleepless days in Hamilton when I slept during the day involuntarily. I should sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be good to rest a bit next week. No work next week. Well, no job-work anyway. Plenty of school stuff to keep my blood pressure high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dinner tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7430192621150933629?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7430192621150933629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7430192621150933629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7430192621150933629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7430192621150933629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-40.html' title='Day 40'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6424530337188109072</id><published>2007-11-21T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:02:41.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 39</title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 10am today, but I was at work at 7:53am. That was painful. My stomach growled for the longest time, and I didn't get to have my 15-minute breaks. The day was long and dull. That is to say, there was no excitement, although there was so much crap to take care of. Yearned sleep so badly. Unlike in the summer when I couldn't stay awake for 15 minutes, I was not that exhausted, but I needed sleep. A willful desire that frustrated me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got other things to take care of, so that didn't help ease my mind. I expect troubled sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thought; I came by something interesting tonight. While getting ready for shower in my bathroom, I found a long string of hair on my foot. It was about 5 inches long. Whose was it? Where did it come from? No one (excluding myself) has been up there for weeks. How did it get there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6424530337188109072?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6424530337188109072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6424530337188109072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6424530337188109072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6424530337188109072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-39.html' title='Day 39'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4362473878321565615</id><published>2007-11-20T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:39:18.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 38</title><content type='html'>Supposed to be at work at 7:50 or so. Woke up at 6:30 and decided sleep was more important. I figured that since I was originally scheduled to go in at 10, I could say that since I didn't get confirmation on my start time, going at 10 would be safe for me. Which I did, and the reason was accepted. Sweet. And since they had expected me to work from 7:50-5 today, I asked if I could just jet at 5. After a brief talk with the manager, I was allowed to go at 5. Double sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some work done when I got home. Still doing it now. But still a very long way to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During devos, got lots of interesting things from the Bible today. Exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4362473878321565615?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4362473878321565615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4362473878321565615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4362473878321565615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4362473878321565615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-38.html' title='Day 38'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5276464225409654243</id><published>2007-11-19T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:55:13.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 37</title><content type='html'>Went to class, though half an hour late. Did absolutely nothing, but at least we were let out an hour early. Went to Staples to try to get some days off, or at least switch shifts so I do mornings only and have the night to study and work like a maniac. Someone remind me to get the entire next week off. Hope that works out. Had lunch with high school friend. Came home, read a lot, did laundry, no dinner, and now, apocalypse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5276464225409654243?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5276464225409654243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5276464225409654243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5276464225409654243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5276464225409654243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-37.html' title='Day 37'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6914526156779132494</id><published>2007-11-18T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:36:14.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 36</title><content type='html'>Made some salmon tonight, and I had to choke the last portion of it down my throat by the end of it. I'll be the death of me one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6914526156779132494?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6914526156779132494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6914526156779132494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6914526156779132494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6914526156779132494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-36.html' title='Day 36'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3383324726722324102</id><published>2007-11-17T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:02:58.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 35</title><content type='html'>Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like I did so much today, and yet I accomplished nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an email from the prof, so that's settled. Gotta hit the books and the movies and get this over with. Midterm test in two weeks; I need to bum notes from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did grocery run today, arranged to buy Burning The Day's newest CD at Dominion on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some disgusting pork chops. Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta read now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3383324726722324102?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3383324726722324102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3383324726722324102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3383324726722324102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3383324726722324102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-35.html' title='Day 35'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6581348997013694600</id><published>2007-11-16T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:03:58.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 34</title><content type='html'>*Grumble grumble shake fist at professor.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6581348997013694600?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6581348997013694600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6581348997013694600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6581348997013694600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6581348997013694600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-34.html' title='Day 34'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4808980024301131956</id><published>2007-11-15T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:48:26.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 33</title><content type='html'>Not too busy work shift again. But these days I feel weaker than usual. Not enough nutrients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a large part of the day I was panicking over the realization that an essay might be due tomorrow. I haven't even received the essay questions yet. The stress and the hunger didn't go well together, so today wasn't entirely enjoyable. But at least other Staplers are fun to be around, although we don't get to chill until later on into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas dinner is coming up in half a month. I think it's gonna be fun. We're allowed one guest, but I'll probably fly solo. Some have been yelled at for wanting to bring their parents. Well, just one. One lady's father actually works with us, so one of them isn't going to prevent awkwardness. That was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had me some sushi for dinner. At least I'm getting rice in my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And praise the Lord that my essay is due the week after. My worries were for nothing, as they all are for nothing when God's at work in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4808980024301131956?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4808980024301131956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4808980024301131956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4808980024301131956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4808980024301131956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-33.html' title='Day 33'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7267358476696956564</id><published>2007-11-14T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:02:31.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 32</title><content type='html'>Another day at work. Not so demanding these days now that inventory is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a 15 minute break at around 1 and called up a friend to chat it up. Went back to work 30 minutes later. Oops. No one noticed. At least no manager noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sugar-coated friend visited me later and we chilled briefly, now and then pretending we're doing business, talking about chairs and testing them out. It was comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my best friend came by to visit, I was busy pushing and pulling paper I couldn't find the time to meet up with her. I was in the elevator and in the presence of my manager most of the time, so I couldn't bust out my phone and tell her to save her time. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took out two movies from the local sketchy video store because the library takes too long to get me my stuff. The place looks like a porn shop, but both times I've been there (first time to buy Silent Hill for myself), I've met the nicest staff there. Don't know where they get such friendly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rented Apocalypse Now: Redux for class and got The Messengers because I saw a poster of it on the wall. I thought it looked interesting when it came out, and since I was there already, I figured why not. Here's what I think of it because I saw that first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror film about a family moving into a haunted house and horror ensues. The title of the movie is a dead giveaway and the plot proved to be immensely predictable. Once all the characters were introduced I figured out the entire plot. Ho hum. In case anyone misinterpreted my last sentence, that was not supposed to be a command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw that movie in the living room while chowing down on a cooked chicken I bought from Dominion. And distractedly I allowed the chicken to take a seat on my lap. Oops. My pants are so grimy now. Chicken juice and Sprite combined, and that's just the edible grime. Will wash my pants after work tomorrow. I think they'll survive another day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7267358476696956564?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7267358476696956564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7267358476696956564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7267358476696956564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7267358476696956564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-32.html' title='Day 32'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3315145416744141633</id><published>2007-11-13T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:24:27.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31</title><content type='html'>Work day seemed to pass very quickly today for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch today, I locked eyes with a cute baby in front of me. He was in a pram. That's right, Sam. A pram. And I got so lost in his gaze I upturned an entire cup of Sprite on my leg. Argh. But my pants didn't stain, and they weren't even sticky. Amazing material! Or the Sprite was way too watered down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped a customer carry her products down the street today. Second time this long month (month as in the duration of time I've worked at Staples) for this particular customer. She started up a conversation with me, asking about what I do outside of Staples and such, like what I studied. That's pretty much all we talked about actually. Short story shorter, she offered me a side job, to edit her work for her for a price to my choosing, but reasonable of course. Sweet. Staples pays off (but on that note, my name on the pay cheque is wrong yet again, so maybe they're not really paying). But this is something I've wanted, to work as a writer and be paid for my masterpieces. I'll see what happens with school, home, Staples, and more work to juggle. "The entree ain't as good without something on the side, you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had dinner and long talk with high school friend. Good food for once in a long while. Interesting talks as well. Then back to my crib for some...personal stuff. Nothing homosexual, I assure you. Maybe "personal stuff" is way too misleading. But what's written will remain written. Moving onn. Ah crap. Moving on. Saw bits of Borat, and it's nice. I learn much Khazakhstan. And then we watched bits of Talladega Nights and that wasn't very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here. The adventures of the Lonely Stapler continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3315145416744141633?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3315145416744141633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3315145416744141633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3315145416744141633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3315145416744141633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-31.html' title='Day 31'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-2121108907001494571</id><published>2007-11-12T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:25:23.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30</title><content type='html'>Nothing happened. Not enough meals happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-2121108907001494571?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/2121108907001494571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=2121108907001494571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/2121108907001494571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/2121108907001494571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-30.html' title='Day 30'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-159007155742214779</id><published>2007-11-11T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:51:09.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29</title><content type='html'>Saw The French Lieutenant's Woman today starring Jeremy Irons and Meryl Streep. Supposed to have seen it in class weeks ago, but that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the adaptation was true to the novel, but most likely not. It's self-reflexive, so I doubt it, but it's possible. Quite the sad conclusion, though not the greatest storyline. Nothing spectacular, but done interestingly. Highlight of the movie for me was a song played on the piano by some extra. I could follow along exactly on the piano. Good to know the only song I know how to play properly isn't completely unknown. Well, it is Bach after all. I'll just play it to classical buffs. But then I'd just get yelled at for butchering classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else going on so far. No dinner for me tonight. And no, I did not lose weight, China. I just checked like 30 minutes ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-159007155742214779?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/159007155742214779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=159007155742214779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/159007155742214779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/159007155742214779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-29.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-8025664450792972603</id><published>2007-11-11T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T06:01:51.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28</title><content type='html'>This entry's one day late. Went to dinner with Brian and got some late breakfast at Pickle Barrel. That killer shake got nothing on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else happened yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-8025664450792972603?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/8025664450792972603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=8025664450792972603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8025664450792972603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8025664450792972603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-28.html' title='Day 28'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-545200837733836010</id><published>2007-11-10T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:09:53.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27</title><content type='html'>Missed my lecture to finish my late major assignment. Made up my mind to attend tutorial at all cost. Left home a wee bit later than I wanted, decided to mail brother's book later. Found an open seat on the bus and sat my tired buttocks down on it. Light sleep soon followed. Woke up minutes later when I heard people moving around. Must be my stop, the very last stop of this bus line, so I got up instinctively like most other people on the bus. But it couldn't be, because I was hardly asleep, and I knew it was too soon. Not everyone stood up either. More clattering behind me. I turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat black man in fine suede coat and Persian man in black turtleneck and jeans are engaged in mortal combat. I stepped back, noticing the fat man had reached into his pocket while the other arm was on his fellow combatant. Shouts from passengers at the far back of the bus. Seconds later sueded fatty exited the bus. The driver talked on the phone for a while. No one said a thing. We waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out we weren't really waiting for anything, since nothing seemed to have happened. The bus pulled out from the side of the road just short of an intersection and I was too late to attend tutorial. At least I dropped off my brother's book at the Canada Post on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALT at Ayrine's afterwards. Got myself a devo accountability partner. Hope it works this time, and for the both of us. God be with you in the near and far future, partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-545200837733836010?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/545200837733836010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=545200837733836010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/545200837733836010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/545200837733836010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-27.html' title='Day 27'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4071476356358791620</id><published>2007-11-08T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:55:07.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26</title><content type='html'>Early shift today, had to be at work at 7:50am. Long hours. 9 of them. Exhausted. Work still not done. Doing it now, and will finish it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Chicken thigh, some kinda mushroom pasta, some potato balls.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grumble*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4071476356358791620?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4071476356358791620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4071476356358791620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4071476356358791620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4071476356358791620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-26.html' title='Day 26'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4149328237923416088</id><published>2007-11-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:00:58.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25</title><content type='html'>Late shift at work. 12-9:30. So long and dull. I'm tired. Got home at like 10 after grocery shopping. And after cooking, eating, bit of reading, showering, it is now 11:59pm. Time to do some overdue homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junked out for dinner tonight. Instant noodles, pbj sandwich, and chips. Gross. But I don't have time for fancier things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4149328237923416088?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4149328237923416088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4149328237923416088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4149328237923416088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4149328237923416088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-25.html' title='Day 25'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7410364217904336677</id><published>2007-11-06T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:17:42.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>Had a long day of work. Friendly and funny co-workers make the days go by faster. But I'm still behind in school work. Gotta kill this overdue major assignment soon. Two more shifts to go this week. Hope my feet can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is I'm saving money on car insurance. Because I don't drive. And also I don't have to do inventory on Saturday from 6pm-1am. That was easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7410364217904336677?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7410364217904336677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7410364217904336677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7410364217904336677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7410364217904336677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-8906836818239909535</id><published>2007-11-05T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:28:54.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23</title><content type='html'>Found out a major assignment's due today in class, and I haven't even started on it. Struggling to get it done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some shopping, ended up buying enough only for one night, and still missing some essential items now that I think about it. Tried so do medallion steaks. Figured if it's less than 5 bucks it's not a bad deal. But overcooked it. I guess an hour in the oven is overkill. Dry and chewy. Made sauce as well, but the sauce is too sour. I bought seasoning for the meat but I don't taste it at all. Either I didn't use enough of it or I didn't marinate it long enough. I figured 3 hours would be enough though. Or maybe the seasoning's just weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also cleaned up the backyard, returned a book which I thought was late, and checked out my schedule for work. Gonna be a hectic week this week with everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-8906836818239909535?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/8906836818239909535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=8906836818239909535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8906836818239909535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8906836818239909535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-23.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3619144038525293745</id><published>2007-11-04T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:50:18.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>Uneventful. Slept more than just that one extra hour from daylight saving time. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch Family Guy soon, then probably watch the movie required by class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasyo chicken thighs weren't all that spectacular. I need to ease up on the fat. In general, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3619144038525293745?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3619144038525293745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3619144038525293745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3619144038525293745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3619144038525293745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5506997733678771416</id><published>2007-11-04T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:23:11.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>Went chair shopping with Steve this morning, followed by some pre-noon alcohol drinking. We're not drunks, we just share an acquired taste for sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And following his suggestions for grocery shopping, I got some chicken thighs and veggies for the next couple of days. The dinner tonight was just half-buttedly seasoned veggies and thighs, broiled for an hour. Tasted kinda bland. Might try with more seasoning next time, and marinate them for longer beforehand. I got two legs left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the extra hour of sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5506997733678771416?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5506997733678771416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5506997733678771416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5506997733678771416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5506997733678771416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5326869620581873973</id><published>2007-11-03T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:04:15.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>Returned a "stolen" key to Staples today so they can once again compact trash. Picked up some items on the way out as well. Bought a two-pocket portfolio for 7 cents. 7 cents! Whoa! That was easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Tammy's birthday. Her brother is cool. And we had some very good food. Salmon + beef + chicken = crazy delicious. I was so tired after eating that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did bubble tea after that, and we sent Johnny off on his southern voyage. Hope all goes well for that man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5326869620581873973?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5326869620581873973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5326869620581873973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5326869620581873973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5326869620581873973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5958187041280036836</id><published>2007-11-01T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:51:15.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>Another day at work. Didn't eat or drink anything until around 1, but at least I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day I kept hearing people call my name, but there's never actually anyone doing it... Well, can't say never. Some of those times were real. I'm the go-to-guy for manual labour it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heels are growing resistance to pain I think. They still sting though. And sitting never felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some guy tried to buy a laptop with a fake credit card, but people caught on. Security went after him and the guy bolted out the building onto the streets. A car almost hit him. Or so I was told. I was lunching and later at the other end of the store when it all happened. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cuts again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5958187041280036836?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5958187041280036836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5958187041280036836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5958187041280036836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5958187041280036836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-19.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-973509512473262572</id><published>2007-10-31T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:50:35.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>Another day at work. My feet didn't stop hurting from yesterday's shift and already I'm back on the floor for 9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Staplers dressed up today: a Leaf, fairy princess, heifer, yea. If I knew people were dressing up, I might've donned my Dominion outfit with a Staples name tag to show them who I am. But too much of a hassle, so no. And impractical. I got dirty today. Took out the trash, and I don't mean bounced shoplifters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least buddies showed up to cheer me up. Well, one of them just happened to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-973509512473262572?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/973509512473262572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=973509512473262572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/973509512473262572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/973509512473262572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-8142193440899486080</id><published>2007-10-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:57:21.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>Another long day at Staples. Saw some friends though. High school friend dropped by for a good hour, waiting for me to go on lunch break. Good to have company sometimes. And then saw Brian on my last break as he was homeward bound. Saw Cands as well, but she didn't really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home for wasayo the sequel. This time the meat was a little thicker, so the sauce to meat ratio was a little off. Not as tasty this time. And I didn't have chips, so no the greatest. Could use some garlic, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also picked up two games at work today because they were buy one get one free. Yay. And employee discount.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-8142193440899486080?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/8142193440899486080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=8142193440899486080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8142193440899486080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8142193440899486080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5342854119526479479</id><published>2007-10-29T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:09:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>Did grocery run, had a brief talk with former colleague, but didn't get to thank him for his job reference. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got less hair with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some house maintenance. Another long day of work ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5342854119526479479?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5342854119526479479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5342854119526479479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5342854119526479479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5342854119526479479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4499954798470533062</id><published>2007-10-28T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:34:13.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>Kinda hungry these days. Fridge is looking empty. Can't even get my snack on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was good today. Thank you for the wake up call, Pastor. If not congregational, then at least personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had XL pho for lunch and now my hunger pangs are sticking like duct tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4499954798470533062?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4499954798470533062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4499954798470533062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4499954798470533062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4499954798470533062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7311932139461038602</id><published>2007-10-27T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:08:36.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>Didn't get everything done, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7311932139461038602?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7311932139461038602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7311932139461038602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7311932139461038602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7311932139461038602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-553027489181111670</id><published>2007-10-27T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:02:23.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>I feel old and rusty. Even though I scored plenty in basketball today, I feel my movements are starting to get awkward and languid. Oh nose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-553027489181111670?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/553027489181111670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=553027489181111670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/553027489181111670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/553027489181111670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6152440232707434295</id><published>2007-10-25T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:28:55.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>Was showered with praises at work today for knowing how to organize things on shelves. One co-worker even told me I was probably gonna get a raise, and it's only been my second week. Not even, actually. Well, she has no authority over that stuff, so it's not like it'll actually happen. Although a customer did say we had very good customer service because of me. I am so nice. And no fresh blood was spilt today. I did stretch out an old wound though, and that stung quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I made some open cheesy bacon burgers! It was better than I had hoped! Well, could be a lot better, but still! Need to sear both sides first next time. So much juice in my pan afterwards. Not only was the bacon and beef wedded in explosive deliciousness, there melted cheese was sandwiched by the two in a tastily scandalous affair. Wahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jeromenig/Cheesybaconburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. It looks like crap. But looks can be deceiving. Deceivingly good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6152440232707434295?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6152440232707434295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6152440232707434295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6152440232707434295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6152440232707434295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4239222700350300152</id><published>2007-10-24T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:21:48.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>My whole life flashed before my eyes. Many times. As did the lives of others as they dove out of the way, trying to dodge our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been a fun day. Thanks for the good times, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4239222700350300152?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4239222700350300152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4239222700350300152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4239222700350300152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4239222700350300152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4033384111343417903</id><published>2007-10-22T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:30:04.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Michelle got a 3-pt buzzer beater. And it was all net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4033384111343417903?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4033384111343417903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4033384111343417903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4033384111343417903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4033384111343417903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-7434839259769795745</id><published>2007-10-22T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:18:23.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Packed day. Church in the morning, interesting topic discussed in CD team today about the resurrection of Christ, in which class I was appointed secretary. Hope I won't forget any of the administrative duties I'm supposed to do. Already so much on my plate. I'm pretty full these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was a good time with best friends. Spicy Korean food and sweet Baskin Robbins ice-cream, and later ended in getting wet-pawed by Kairo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that was some jolly online poker with Jeff and PS2 with the rest of the Chan clan. That was a good time of friendly butt-whupping. Well, more like a time of butt-whupping upon my friends. I felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, it wasn't my plan to destroy my homies on the console. I was invited to a long time friend's house for a birthday party, but the hostess had an injury the night before, and the severity of which I am not fully informed. But she is at home resting, so that must be a good sign. Pray for healing please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then here I am now, head full of thoughts, some trivial, some creative, some depressing, some urgent but need to be set aside. Trying to get it all down somewhere. If not on this blog, then on another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, new name for my most recently created blog --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-7434839259769795745?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/7434839259769795745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=7434839259769795745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7434839259769795745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/7434839259769795745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6918839740427412087</id><published>2007-10-20T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:08:09.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>I swear I've bled every single day at work. The good news is I get 75 cent pops there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make some sloppy joes. Or sloppy jers because I'm making things up as I go. Pray my house doesn't burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that didn't go as expected. Tried to make patties, but they didn't stick together in the patty shape. So after a while, I just stirred them up into a more sloppy joe kinda meat chunks. It had some exotic cheese in it which didn't even give a hint of a taste, some garlic, and some almost week old onion. Not too bad. It was a bit bland at first, so I added pepper. Then it was too strong. But still, filled my stomach. Lots to clean up after because of lack of cooking skills. Saved some meat bits for later. Make an omlette maybe. Blog is telling me I spelled that wrong, and I can't seem to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6918839740427412087?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6918839740427412087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6918839740427412087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6918839740427412087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6918839740427412087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-4766289336820355979</id><published>2007-10-19T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:05:07.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished essay in like 4 hours. More than I needed. First draft. Didn't even proofread. I'm that good and that cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog over there under links --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment on that please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-4766289336820355979?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/4766289336820355979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=4766289336820355979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4766289336820355979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/4766289336820355979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-9073590663193942707</id><published>2007-10-18T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:26:53.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-9073590663193942707?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/9073590663193942707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=9073590663193942707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/9073590663193942707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/9073590663193942707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3014600840934041480</id><published>2007-10-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:21:22.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Woke up on time, slept some more, woke up still on time, no breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was ok. Not too hectic. Found out scratches from the ladder the day before have scarred. Looks like I got into a catfight. One of the cuts still sting. And I was told not to work with knives for money. Look at what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the best work day I've had so far. One and a half unexpected visits from my closest homies. One and a half because I saw one of their backs when she was facing Second Cup. The other one got me at a good time while I was on break. Yay, you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to try out a recipe I found online the other day. Modified it myself. Here is the recipe remix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fillet of Salmon (about $10 worth)&lt;br /&gt;A few squeezes of wasabi from a tube&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons and more of mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;Crushed sweet and sour cream n' onion chips&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut a hole in the box.&lt;br /&gt;2. Preheat oven to 400F.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mix wasabi and mayo together until ivory with a hint of green, as if it was in the Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;4. Throw washed salmon on buttered-up tin foil, skin down. Sprinkle salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;5. Smear the wasayo mixture to cover the surface of the salmon.&lt;br /&gt;6. Top salmon and mixture with chips.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ovenate it for 28 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves more than 1. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;Delish, you know? Didn't cook it for that long, so I found the meat a little undercooked after eating around the edges. Threw it in the microwave to heat up for a minute on high heat. Cooked it all nicely, but chips got soggy. Still tastes good, but after a while it got gross. I think it was a bit too greasy from the chips. And it didn't help when I added fresh ones to compensate the sogginess. And the fillet was way too big for me anyway. And I didn't taste the salt or the pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed some clothes. Finish the laundry tomorrow. Might start a new blog now. That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3014600840934041480?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3014600840934041480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3014600840934041480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3014600840934041480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3014600840934041480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-6047835884378172509</id><published>2007-10-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:22:48.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Woke up on time, 3 days without breakfast now. Left for work, and realized I was an hour ahead of schedule. Stopped at Dominion for a cup of joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for long hours. Went to the bakery again. Didn't get all my breaks. Some woman wanted me to hook her up with jobs for his underage son and math tutors for two kids. She trusts Canto connections, I suppose. I'd tutor them as a job instead, but those Staplers have been nice to me so far. So I'll keep it for now. And I suck at math more than Paris Hilton sucks. At acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramen'd for dinner like a loner. Well, I am kinda lonely these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, seriously. Everything's settling in. Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-6047835884378172509?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/6047835884378172509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=6047835884378172509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6047835884378172509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/6047835884378172509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-542671365077838651</id><published>2007-10-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:29:43.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2, and only day 2...</title><content type='html'>Woke up, no breakfast again. Went to class on time, and again, almost sleep walking. Napped on the bus there. Dreamless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored in class and talked to people on web messenger. Learned a thing or two on InDesign. Time not too wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivered a book to a customer. Bought some Kraft dindin for work nights when I don't have time. Returned stuff to public library. Got some drinks on the way back. If I went an hour later I might have been carded with the throngs of Haig students roaming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked some new stuff with some leftover stuff. Filled my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an email...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-542671365077838651?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/542671365077838651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=542671365077838651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/542671365077838651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/542671365077838651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-2-and-only-day-2.html' title='Day 2, and only day 2...'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3935680877900254983</id><published>2007-10-15T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:18:49.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Woke up on time for church. A little drowsy and no breakfast though. Promised myself to sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking lesson with Cands and Ang after church. Bought some groceries for meatballs and potato wedges. Cheaper than I thought it would be. Might cook more stuff by myself from now on. Food turned out well, didn't get too messy in the kitchen. Thanks, you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up some more after those two left, dominated the Sunday Star's triple Sudoku puzzles while I chowed on cold wedges. Filled me up enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep earlier tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3935680877900254983?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3935680877900254983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3935680877900254983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3935680877900254983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3935680877900254983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-11156058941044492</id><published>2007-10-12T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:15:14.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Inhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exhale*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-11156058941044492?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/11156058941044492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=11156058941044492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/11156058941044492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/11156058941044492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/inhale-exhale.html' title=''/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3044180160299226770</id><published>2007-10-07T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:11:02.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following God with doubts?</title><content type='html'>Today I had a discussion with a non-believer friend of mine. He asked me the frequently asked questions like "how do you prove God exists?" and such. Actually, just that one question mostly. Actually, it wasn't really a discussion at all. He told me which theory he believed in, but did not provide evidence to support his belief, and he refused to listen to my supporting evidence for my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't expand on that for now. Back to the "prove God exists" idea. It is said that God cannot be proven or disproven to exist. Fair enough. As it is said by one theologian (whose name I can't recall), science cannot be used to prove the existence of an individual. Historical evidence is needed for that kind of information. Even blood samples can't prove the existence of a person if you don't have a match on your database.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does one prove that God exists? Using accurate historical evidence is one way, and the Bible is actually proven to be historically accurate by scholars, even secular academics. However, most non-believers are ready to discredit the Bible as historical evidence because of unreasonable bias. Other sources documenting Jesus existence are also helpful in this area, and I've heard that they are out there. I haven't looked into these yet, so have fun searching them up. They might not support Jesus's divinity, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since my friend refuses to take the Bible as a valid source for biased reasons, and I did not have secular sources supporting Jesus's existence at hand, I had to use simple logic instead. God's existence cannot be proven. I've felt His presence many times, but many non-believers will not take that as credible evidence, or they will provide ideas of what my experiences may actually have been, as if they know how I feel better than I know myself. So instead I talked about fundamental ideas of Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us life willingly, but we must accept this gift willingly as well. John 3:16 supports this idea. "Oh, but you're using the Bible again." Yes, I did. Good observation. What's the best source of Christian fundamentals if not the Bible? Gonna tell me the Bible is an unreliable source for Christianity as well? If your answer is yes, and Christianity today is based solely on the Bible, what exactly are you attacking? Ideas of Christianity not based on the Bible? Or the Bible for supporting a pseudo religious system that isn't even a part of the discussion? Moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us a choice to choose to follow Him, meaning there must be an option to choose yes and an option to choose no. If, according to John 3:16 and other passages on the same topic, choosing no is equivalent to choosing eternal death and there is not even a doubt that this is true, then there really is no option to choose no. The human body is meant to keep the person alive. Choosing no willingly should in theory be akin to suffocating yourself by holding your breath. Your body will struggle against that, because it's unnatural. Then it should only be natural that you follow God, just as natural as one would follow the laws of gravity. One must follow them whether one wishes to do so or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case that made no sense, let me sum it up. I believe doubt is crucial for freedom of choice to exist. Without doubt, one cannot help but follow God, knowing the consequences of not doing so. This may also explain why Christians sometimes feel distant from God. Of course, there are other reasons for this as well, but this may be one reason. And why is choice necessary? Because we were created to live as humans, not as robots. There cannot be genuine love and admiration for God if we feel the way we feel because we must and are made to do so. Love cannot exist without its binary opposite. Evil, likewise, is a blessing and a necessity because we are able to see God's power and goodness much better in comparison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3044180160299226770?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3044180160299226770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3044180160299226770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3044180160299226770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3044180160299226770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/following-god-with-doubts.html' title='Following God with doubts?'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-1855435920790618200</id><published>2007-10-04T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:58:48.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>So I was out for lunch yesterday with a homie at Civic. After chowing down on my beef teriyaki, I dropped my paper plate and stuff into the trash. Tray as well. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, stop stalking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-1855435920790618200?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/1855435920790618200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=1855435920790618200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1855435920790618200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/1855435920790618200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-886587867793577086</id><published>2007-10-03T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:13:36.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop stalking me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-886587867793577086?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/886587867793577086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=886587867793577086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/886587867793577086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/886587867793577086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/10/stop-stalking-me.html' title=''/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-3090317547537410190</id><published>2007-09-11T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:39:29.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be a screenwriter</title><content type='html'>Saw Shoot 'Em Up today, starring Clive Owen, Paul Giamatti and Monica Belucci. It's basically a series of action sequence, with a plot thrown in on the side to link one scene to the next, though not always done smoothly. It's also a comedy because of the cheesy one-liners and its lack of attempt to be coherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movie I saw today was Snakes on a Plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If movie goers want to see crap that takes minutes to write, I should aim for that and be filthy rich for doing virtually nothing. God bless Americans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-3090317547537410190?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/3090317547537410190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=3090317547537410190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3090317547537410190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/3090317547537410190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-should-be-screenwriter.html' title='I should be a screenwriter'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5298362987691726227</id><published>2007-08-20T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:47:42.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting conversation</title><content type='html'>Don't know if this is a case of Chinese propaganda at its worst or stupidity of an individual, or barrier in language and communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently someone I know thinks that the Chinese invented fire. I never got a chance to ask this person how he/she came to such a conclusion, or what the Chinese claim to have done and how. I got blocked on MSN with a promise that I will never be spoken to again because I was too white and that there was no point trying to reason with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this Chinese propaganda? They aren't happy with poisoning the people's stomachs they have to poison their minds as well? Are the general Chinese population so arrogant and so recklessly bold that they will take God's work and call it their own (and maybe rename it fyre)? But the government and much of its followers renounce God anyway, so perhaps they're not bold. Just stupid. Even with God out of the picture, fire cannot be invented. Maybe they'll claim they invented light and heat as well. And perhaps even invented eyes for perceiving the light and nerves for sensing the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or could it be that this is not the result of the Chinese government and its people's general lack of knowledge, but the individual's stupidity? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to give the person the benefit of the doubt and not consider him/her a lunatic right away, let's assume this conversation and its outcome is the result of language barriers. In Chinese, "fire" is the first half of the word (or maybe it's not called "word" because of differences in the two languages) "gunpowder," as it literally translates to "fire drug" or something along those lines. Don't hurt me Joseph. And since this individual is known to ellipt necessary words or parts of words from a sentence to completely render it meaningless, by "fire" he/she may be saying "gunpowder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of the conversation did not seem to support this last theory, since he/she responded to my comment, "when lightning hits a tree and is (sic) starts to burn, the chinese (sic) aren't invovled (sic) (Yes, I'm having loads of fun with the sic)" with a rant that I was not knowledgeable of Chinese history (and remember kids, history books, usually biased and sometimes inaccurate, are often used in political propaganda!) and that I was a white wannabe (this is probably the longest sentence on my blog and it's loaded with parantheses). He/she also said something about me being nameless because I had a Chinese surname, which strengthens the second theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it was quite the interesting talk, even though it seemed to have cost me a friend. Unlikely that this is permanent, but we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5298362987691726227?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5298362987691726227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5298362987691726227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5298362987691726227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5298362987691726227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/08/interesting-conversation.html' title='Interesting conversation'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-8945488148533436156</id><published>2007-08-07T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:58:46.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request</title><content type='html'>Have a friend who got himself into some real nasty doodoo. Please pray for him and for those involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-8945488148533436156?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/8945488148533436156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=8945488148533436156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8945488148533436156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/8945488148533436156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/08/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-2849942286567438219</id><published>2007-07-14T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:28:52.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>For once in a long while I played basketball after fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my ankle still hurts, as it has been since I injured it in February. Will it ever go away? The pain, not my ankle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-2849942286567438219?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/2849942286567438219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=2849942286567438219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/2849942286567438219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/2849942286567438219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/07/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633580.post-5727080596340918960</id><published>2007-05-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:59:29.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy jokes</title><content type='html'>Cands: I can't turn on this gay iPod!&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's because only a guy can turn it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fire truck goes by with siren on*&lt;br /&gt;Angie: I wonder what happened...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think there's a fire, Angie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633580-5727080596340918960?l=fraudking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/feeds/5727080596340918960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633580&amp;postID=5727080596340918960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5727080596340918960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633580/posts/default/5727080596340918960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudking.blogspot.com/2007/05/cheesy-jokes.html' title='Cheesy jokes'/><author><name>J-FK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17159237920625901717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
