<?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-3567432</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:54:04.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>soulfundamental</title><subtitle type='html'>bringing it to the masses</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-109880127063084201</id><published>2004-10-26T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T10:34:30.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now, one of Clinton's laws of politics is this: If one candidate's trying to scare you, and the other one is trying to get you to think, if one candidate is appealing to your fears and the other one is appealing to your hopes, you better vote for the person who wants you to think and hope.--Bill Clinton--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/109880127063084201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/109880127063084201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109880127063084201' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-109574479106918223</id><published>2004-09-21T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:33:11.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Whoa, amber is the color of your energy whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/109574479106918223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/109574479106918223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109574479106918223' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-109242269200528547</id><published>2004-08-13T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:33:45.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one thing i have come to realize about nyc is that it is a city of doing. people are so incredibly active here - the pace of life doesn't let you stop and reflect or process. and sometimes you just really need a break. a pause. an escape. a scratch. a freeze. ...but then when you do come out of your "hibernation," it feels as if you have missed the train. it is a real challenge to be comfortable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/109242269200528547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/109242269200528547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109242269200528547' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-109234743484189659</id><published>2004-08-12T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T17:50:34.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me and I forget.Show me and I remember.Involve me and I understand.--an ancient Chinese proverb--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/109234743484189659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/109234743484189659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109234743484189659' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-108930229042949315</id><published>2004-07-08T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T11:59:01.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When we honor the divine in each other, we sure do treat each other better.--Francesca de Grandis, author of "The Modern Goddess' Guide to Life"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/108930229042949315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/108930229042949315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108930229042949315' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-108724968450271615</id><published>2004-06-14T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T17:48:04.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bitterness is so lethal. its pervasive, and resistant and damaging. i don't think anyone would say they want to be bitter, would they?  and yet that is what keeps capitalism going.  or at least one of the big forces of it. our whole culture is dependent on consumerism...consuming and buying and having materials.  but are these materials really what we realllly want?  or is it other people having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/108724968450271615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/108724968450271615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108724968450271615' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-108663822051236555</id><published>2004-06-07T15:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T15:11:55.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clementine: Joel, I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours. Joel: I remember that speech really well. Clementine: I had you pegged, didn't I? Joel: You had the whole human race pegged. Clementine: Probably. Joel: I still thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/108663822051236555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/108663822051236555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108663822051236555' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-108145791386777659</id><published>2004-04-08T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:02:54.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't remember if i took my *ginkgo pill today.*ginkgo biloba extract: supports memory and circulation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/108145791386777659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/108145791386777659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145791386777659' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-107904596549516534</id><published>2004-03-11T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T18:03:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BalanceThe second somebody dies somebody else is bornPeople are celebrating while other people mournHome may be home to you but to me it's foreignEven the matador don't pull the bull by the hornsOne man's enemy is another man's friendOne man's poisons is another man's medicineSo let us stand, let us sit and let us view The changing of the guard oh it's so hard to keep it trueIt's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/107904596549516534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/107904596549516534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107904596549516534' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-107895513494998909</id><published>2004-03-10T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:50:12.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a neat thing...sitting on the subway, looking out at manhattan's skyline as i leave and enter brooklyn...the city is so grand and illuminating at that distance, yet so comforting and inviting at its core.  and i wonder why moments of profundity (or so they seem) always occur when there is no pen or paper readily available.  that's always how it is huh..."ambition gets in the way of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/107895513494998909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/107895513494998909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107895513494998909' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106970894391849118</id><published>2003-11-24T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T16:26:14.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SwEeT ****: we need to make this dance thing happen thoSwEeT ****: once we get big we can quit our jobs and travelSwEeT ****: hahaSwEeT ****: once i get settled ima start taking classses once a weekSwEeT ****: like every saturdaydeLeslie22: yea yea...quit our jobs!!!SwEeT ****: hahaSwEeT ****: i think we should all take classes SwEeT ****: and then teach each other what we learned</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106970894391849118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106970894391849118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106970894391849118' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106822846923270504</id><published>2003-11-07T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:08:09.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanting to unfold...to be completely at the mercy of honesty and its little workers...insecurities...no more.  fear...no more.  jealousy...no more.  i used to be so free being me...what has happened...struggling still with the desire for definition and clarity...and ultimate ambiguity.  the standards become blurred with ambiguity...sometimes you need that.  its time to transcend these barriers i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106822846923270504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106822846923270504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822846923270504' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106443159890005468</id><published>2003-09-24T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:26:38.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this weekend, specifically this saturday, will be a celebration of a lifetime.  one of the happiest days ever...a day that many people have been waiting for.  anna and eric's wedding promises to be the most joyous occasions.  they are so in love and are able to amazingly spread that love to their surrounding communities.  i was just listening to this great song the other day...and it reminded me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106443159890005468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106443159890005468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106443159890005468' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106391667370466984</id><published>2003-09-18T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T16:26:10.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>teachermarine biologistdoctor/surgeonneo-natal nurselawyerchoreographerpsychologistgraphic designerbumsocial worker...a semi-accurate chronological list of all the things i wanted to bebe.  hmm...i'm probably missing a couple in there.  but anywhoo...its interesting to go back and see isn't it.  what works and what doesn't for me...i hope social work is it for me.  i'm a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106391667370466984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106391667370466984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106391667370466984' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106340294458954645</id><published>2003-09-12T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T17:42:24.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's groove tonight share the spice of life baby slice it right we're gonna groove tonight we can boogie on downon downon downwe gonna groove tonight...yea you feel me?!?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106340294458954645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106340294458954645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106340294458954645' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106322969516068759</id><published>2003-09-10T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:34:55.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a kool korean kat i recently met was telling me how his parents played music in the house all throughout his childhood and how they really know how to get down.  in all honesty, hearing that from an asian american really surprised me.  i've heard lots of people say that...but never an asian american.  now, a lot of us were brought up with classical music and learning how to play a musical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106322969516068759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106322969516068759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322969516068759' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106194275976441381</id><published>2003-08-26T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T12:39:03.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rememberplease rememberthe wispy spirited joytimeless and untaintedhope is often offensiveand fatedfor whats to comewhen can i see me againagainst the palette of vibrancypast the obstinant cloudsi have to loseno more huddling and puddlingtime is so impatientunfortunatewhere do we flyi want to so badlymake sensebe lovelyfor a dayfor a changecome run with me he saidbut i'm so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106194275976441381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106194275976441381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106194275976441381' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106185594711403016</id><published>2003-08-25T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T20:11:50.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "The songs started coming not long after I miscarried. The strange thing is, the love doesn't go away for this being that you've carried. You can't go back to being the person you were before you carried life. And yet you're not a mother, either, and you still are connected to a force, a being. And I was trying to find ways to keep that communication going. Along the way on the search, sort of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106185594711403016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106185594711403016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106185594711403016' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106133005726252717</id><published>2003-08-19T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T17:54:17.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm on a vacation...i think some sort of conference actually...with carmen electra.  and her baby.  but she's always off fooling around with her flavor of the month, so i end up taking care of her precious little baby boy.  and i'm really beginning to love him...yes that was the last dream i remember - i think i dreamt that last week sometime.  too bad i don't remember more of it - but that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106133005726252717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106133005726252717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106133005726252717' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106126368440868899</id><published>2003-08-18T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T23:28:04.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...i think i will forever be an idealist...most certainly in the name of love.  a romantic at heart for the most part...except the cheesy runs thru the field to fall into the arms of man i love.  i was watching moulin rouge for the first time last night.  and although i thought the movie was kind of a little over the top cheesy and not terribly original, i was thinking about the love between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106126368440868899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106126368440868899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106126368440868899' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106081329867157588</id><published>2003-08-13T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T18:26:22.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ask you only to accept (as I have accepted) that I shall eventually crumble into (approximately) six hundred and thirty million particles of anonymous, and necessarily oblivious, dust.  This is why I have resolved to confide in paper, before I forget.  (We are a nation of forgetters.)--Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie--I am a forgetter.  I really have a bad, bad memory.  Short-term is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106081329867157588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106081329867157588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106081329867157588' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106063702193879420</id><published>2003-08-11T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T17:23:41.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>flaky people, flakiness...in general...it just sucks. ironically, i'm debating whether or not to consciously become more flaky. cuz honestly it seems like flaky people just don't get hurt. how can you...when you're always "running" rite? but really...how am i gonna go and do that which i disrespect.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106063702193879420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106063702193879420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106063702193879420' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106021482137997080</id><published>2003-08-06T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T20:07:01.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*pet peeves*split endswhen someone crosses their legs and bobs the crossed leg up and downpeople who get annoyed in "unplanned" social situations, but don't try being proactive about itunquestioned self-righteousnesshearing j. lo's voicerunning out of timeconsistent flakinessinsecuritiesfinding fresh prince reruns replaced by everybody loves raymond rerunswhen i get judgmental</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106021482137997080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106021482137997080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106021482137997080' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106014022761707817</id><published>2003-08-05T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T10:37:02.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMETIMES YOU JUST FEEL LIKE SHOUTING.  !?^?@$?!?%@?!??!?^%!?^$??!^!#?!^%&amp;$^&amp;!@^ .AND WHEN YOU FINALLY GET THE CHANCE...silence.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106014022761707817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106014022761707817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106014022761707817' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106010142226614349</id><published>2003-08-05T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T12:38:18.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its amazing how easily i forget how blessed i am.  i think many asian americans with a similar background forget.  its the stories you hear about your dad walking barefoot for 2 miles to grade school every day set against the backdrop of such a rich, joyous, opportunity-filled life that put things into focus just a little better.  a life that started the day i was conceived, rather than the day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106010142226614349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106010142226614349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106010142226614349' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-106002781808121158</id><published>2003-08-04T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T23:36:52.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hipster - One who possesses tastes, social attitudes, and opinions deemed cool by the cool. (Note: it is no longer recommended that one use the term "cool"; a Hipster would instead say "deck.") The Hipster walks among the masses in daily life but is not a part of them and shuns or reduces to kitsch anything held dear by the mainstream. A Hipster ideally possesses no more than 2% body fat.--The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106002781808121158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/106002781808121158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106002781808121158' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-105977381459861706</id><published>2003-08-01T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T16:36:34.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...how come i thought portishead was some heavy metal/alternative group?   (not there's anything wrong with heavy metal/alternative type groups :)  hehe.)but really.  have you ever just felt so connected to an artist the moment you hear them.  well, portishead is one of them.  the only other artists i could say i felt that from that first listen is...tori amos, india arie, and possibly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105977381459861706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105977381459861706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105977381459861706' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-105968125620460610</id><published>2003-07-31T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T15:54:16.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wheeee...finally got myself a digital camera.  ---&gt;its so cute!!&lt;---and such a nice price.  tigerdirect is great - go there for all your technological consumer needs.  wow i sound like an advertisement.  how do you like them apples.  no but really - its so easy to use - great for us less "technologically advanced" people, who just want to aim, shoot, and voila.  don't get me wrong, there is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105968125620460610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105968125620460610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105968125620460610' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-105950774501571029</id><published>2003-07-29T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T15:49:10.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under the discarded plan, traders bullish on a biological attack on Israel, say, or bearish on the chances of a North Korean missile strike would have had the opportunity to bet on the likelihood of such events on a new Internet site established by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency...---&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2003/07/29/politics/29WIRE-PENT.htmlUmmm.....rite.  I really can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105950774501571029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105950774501571029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105950774501571029' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-105910328890306360</id><published>2003-07-24T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T23:21:28.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>runnnnning.  no more.  dreaaaaming.  no more.  seeking and doing and creating and inspiring and loving.  fear is not an option...vulnerability is a universal necessity...right?  right.keep it moving...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105910328890306360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105910328890306360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105910328890306360' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-105899671720179143</id><published>2003-07-23T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T17:55:40.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But the sheep had taught him something even more important: that there was a language in the world that everyone understood...It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as a part of a search for something believed in and desired...The boy was beginning to understand that intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105899671720179143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105899671720179143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105899671720179143' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-105899636920505791</id><published>2003-07-23T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T17:49:25.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...i think i'm independent enough to be dependent now...a healthy dependent that is...........to embrace intimacy is to embrace your vulnerabilities...wow thats hard.................everything happens for a reason...its about keeping perspective...taking those few steps back...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105899636920505791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105899636920505791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105899636920505791' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-105899127133485058</id><published>2003-07-23T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T17:37:09.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i could verbalize things in that post modern not quite so melodramatic yet so poignant way...i'd be so cool...but i'm not so good at faking....my world view is expanding...i feel that. in both positive and negative aspects...on the flip side i'm losing my religion, my usual optimism.  starting to see people's real motivations...can't believe i'm 24 going on 16 in terms of naivete.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105899127133485058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105899127133485058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105899127133485058' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-105787392730567554</id><published>2003-07-10T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T17:52:07.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please could you stay awhile to share my grief,For it's such a lovely day,To have to always feel this way,And the time that I will suffer less,Is when I never have to wake.--wandering star, portishead--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105787392730567554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/105787392730567554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105787392730567554' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-95354684</id><published>2003-06-05T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T23:29:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Neo, from "The Matrix." Youdisplay a perfect fusion of heroism andcompassion. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by Quizilla.......WHOA......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/95354684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/95354684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95354684' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-95197556</id><published>2003-06-02T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T13:00:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i just got this evite for a bday party this friday.  and i was looking through the responses...and one guys responds under the YES column:"Now I just want you to know, that it's a perfectly normal, uh, thing. And I have to admit, I, uh...did the fair bit of...masturbating when I was a little younger. Yeah. I used to call it stroking the salami, yeah, you know, pounding the old pud. I never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/95197556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/95197556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95197556' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-93659484</id><published>2003-05-02T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T17:43:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so...yes its true.  i have semi-big, poofy hair.  i have this thing with my hair being flat.  every time i try to grow it out..its just long and flat.  i used to think this was true because i had thin hair.  but to my surprise, a haircutter told me i actually have thick hair...which weighs my hair down...thus the flatness.  anyways, i've always had a thing for bigger hair.  it just makes me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/93659484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/93659484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93659484' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-93605029</id><published>2003-05-01T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T13:23:10.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yea its been awhile.  sorry...artist statement from bill shannon, "crutchmaster"....Recently through dance choreography I have juxtaposed abstract forms of urban streetstyle kinetics into a textural landscape with an express focus on time and how it can be used to reinvent the familiar.. my role as director and choreographer is in the setting of pace and creation of mood. The dance I live and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/93605029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/93605029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93605029' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-90673858</id><published>2003-03-13T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T18:09:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i don't think you can see the pics below.  je-yi has informed me that yahoo and ofoto don't allow users to link to your photo albums.  why not?!?!?   i don't get it...anyways...so i've always loved christina aguilera's voice.  but ya know...dirrty or genie in a bottle doesn't really do it for me.  so i never bothered to listen to her cds.  but lo and behold...i just listened to her new "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/90673858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/90673858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90673858' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-90612670</id><published>2003-03-12T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T17:41:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last weekend i had the pleasure of spending the day with my friend rolla's cuties...ui-seng, 3 years oldevains, 2 years old</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/90612670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/90612670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90612670' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-90070064</id><published>2003-03-03T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T17:00:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to find more people who love to just go out and freestyle.  all out.  house or hiphop heads...anything heads...sneakers...sweat...no judgements.  there's this awesome place called shelter...its the perfect place for me.  such a dancer's haven really.  i really lose myself there...its kind of scary really.  how removed i am when i get in that zone.  i'm love it...i'm so obsessed with it.i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/90070064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/90070064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90070064' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-89666701</id><published>2003-02-24T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T16:38:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>current song of the moment...We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homesWe smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawnWe go through "Epidodes II," like "Attack of the Clones"Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone  To get by.. just to get by  Just to get by, just to get byWe commute to computersSpirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumorsWe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/89666701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/89666701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89666701' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-89393511</id><published>2003-02-19T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T14:08:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not a phone person.  at all really.  what does that say about me?  maybe it's because the comfortable silences when you're with a person one-on-one become uncomfortable on the phone.  i've been told i sound really rushed on the phone.  that sucks...but i'm not sure how to alleviate that.  i guess it's related to the fact that i don't really talk or say all that much. i feel quite boring in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/89393511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/89393511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89393511' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-88991367</id><published>2003-02-12T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T15:54:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i have mouse poop all over my desk at work.well not allllllll over...but about 5 lil droppings spread out.  i had no clue what they were...long, thick dustballs?  no...they are mouse droppings.  i thought i was the only one.  but no...apparently everyone else has had mouse poop on their desk recently.  thats really just lovely.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/88991367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/88991367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88991367' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-88552357</id><published>2003-02-04T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T17:01:28.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The concept of paradox is useful to our innocence.  We keep it as a last defense, first erecting two other barriers.  The first is not to look for, or not to see, those facts that challenge our deepest beliefs. The second is (when the world will not tolerate our ignorance) to keep separate in our consciousness those elements which, brought together, would explode the myths of our culture.  When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/88552357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/88552357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88552357' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-87854993</id><published>2003-01-22T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T14:36:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are some real fawkers out there...in all seriousness, be real careful with your wallets, checks, ids, etc...cut up your checks if you can't use them anymore!!!lemme just vent for a minute...bout a week and half ago, my wallet was taken at this lil deli in washington square park.  luckily right after i ate, i went to the bookstore down the street and tried to buy a planner, when i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/87854993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/87854993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87854993' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-87498226</id><published>2003-01-15T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T17:22:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i've been dancing alot....it is reallly nice to be dancing again.  since about a month ago when pat came to teach.  it is so neat to see progression...in anything, anyone, any place.  not that pat wasn't an amazing dancer before...that's the neat thing though.  he was so good before, but he's so much better now, so developed as a dancer - in technique, style, power, grace, groove...i'm really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/87498226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/87498226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87498226' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-87226954</id><published>2003-01-10T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T12:56:18.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow its been awhile.  happy belated holidays everyone...i feel like i need a break...after break.  things are always so crazy during the holidays...even going home is chaos.  and then there are always friends visiting...which is the best. but all the hustling and bustling and playing with friends is quite exhausting.  mad fun...but exhausting.  i need some down time.  i seem to either have no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/87226954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/87226954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87226954' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-85852502</id><published>2002-12-11T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T14:46:44.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all i want for christmas is....a piano.  since dancing is not always the most feasibly immediate thing to do, i think the piano...or rather the desire to play the piano...has become the next best de-stressor to dancing.  i bought a keyboard a couple of months ago, but it only has half the keys as a real piano.  and the quality of sound just gives it this real cheesy effect.  does anyone in nyc</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/85852502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/85852502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85852502' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-85521569</id><published>2002-12-04T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T23:54:39.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>home is home.  every time i go home, i rediscover a few things..."gawd, i'm so lucky...to have such an awesome family that is full of love and joy...to have a beautiful home to share with my family"...."i miss the peace and tranquility of suburbia"..."but suburbia is too mundane for me right now"...and the best rediscovery..."my parents are SO SO SO cute."they are getting to that "grandparent"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/85521569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/85521569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85521569' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-85137992</id><published>2002-11-26T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T20:40:50.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you pick your nose alot as a kid, will your nose be bigger as an adult? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/85137992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/85137992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85137992' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84998560</id><published>2002-11-24T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T01:58:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love brings birth.  birth brings opportunity.  opportunity brings anticipation.  anticipation brings uncertainty.  uncertainty brings insecurity.  insecurity brings introspection.  introspection brings clarity.  clarity brings stability.  stability brings desire.  desire brings companionship.  companionship brings laughter.  laughter brings vitality.  vitality brings rhythm.  rhythm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84998560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84998560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84998560' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84937819</id><published>2002-11-22T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T15:04:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love, your happiness don't begin wit a manStrong woman, why should you depend on a manI understand you want a man that's resourcefulIf he pay your bills, he feel like he bought youTalkin to a friend, about what love isSome man didn't love her, cuz he didn't love hisHugged her from afar, said what I feltYou never find a man, till you find yourselfTime helps mistakes, you can learn from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84937819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84937819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84937819' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84910789</id><published>2002-11-22T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T01:43:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks for the sympathy...but i just wanted to vent...its better than holding it all in and blowing up at the office.  but lets talk about the old school McDonald's apple pies.  ya know the fried ones . who remembers them?   anyone???for the record, they were hands down the BEST apple pie ever.  ever.  ever....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84910789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84910789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84910789' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84782837</id><published>2002-11-19T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T17:27:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some people really know how to make you feel like shit.to all of you who made me feel like shit today - i hope you get diarrhea.  the really nasty kind.      wow, i feel like jeyi.  i think its just that i'm really hard on myself.  and i think people know that about me, especially at work.  but i can't you tell how many people at work today were the biggest assholes.  everyone just calm down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84782837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84782837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84782837' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84537658</id><published>2002-11-14T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T14:02:56.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what gets me through the day??chatrooms.yes, chatrooms.  yesterday, we had a chatroom going from bout 10am til 6pm (actually that's when I left...so I wonder what time everyone actually left..).  great, time wasting games of fmk and meaningless blabber to therapeutic and needed ddt (deep dark talk).   how can you not love chatrooms?  cuz I do know some people won't don't like them.  i guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84537658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84537658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84537658' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84429547</id><published>2002-11-12T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T14:03:34.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;&lt; check it out &gt;&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84429547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84429547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84429547' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84368126</id><published>2002-11-11T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T11:44:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's go back to the beginning of Veterans Day.  It used to be Armistice Day, because at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, the first World War came to an end.We must not forget that conflict.  It revealed the essence of war, of all wars, because however "just" or "humanitarian" may be the claims, at the irreducible core of all war is the slaughter of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84368126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84368126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84368126' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84044907</id><published>2002-11-05T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T14:03:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somehow people always end up calling me "les"...on AIM, in emails, watever...hi les...hey les...sup les....  even if they've only known me a day or two.  even co-workers that i have only communicated with through phone or IM, but never met.  it's just so endearing =OP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84044907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84044907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84044907' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-84044677</id><published>2002-11-05T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T00:32:23.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't even know my future sister in law's last name...is that a bad thing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84044677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/84044677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84044677' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-83844881</id><published>2002-10-31T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T17:17:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83844881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83844881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83844881' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-83724375</id><published>2002-10-29T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T12:12:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so happy for my brother - finding someone to grow old with.  but to tell you the truth, it's really hard for me to understand his relationship with mioko.  (isn't that the cutest name tho??)   he was an ex-patriot living in tokyo for awhile, and met mioko almost a year ago (?).  and within half a year to a year, they're engaged.  i've only met mioko once, and i really don't like making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83724375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83724375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83724375' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-83526231</id><published>2002-10-25T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T17:40:36.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>busy busy busy.  i have always liked being productive.  and i tend to pile up my time with organizations and what not.  of course, i love being active and doing something about causes/movements/things i think are important...but i also realize that its an excuse for me sometimes.  not an excuse maybe...but it definitely help keeps me from being emotion-central.  keeps me from thinking.  the type</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83526231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83526231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83526231' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-83188829</id><published>2002-10-18T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T18:04:23.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a blessing in disguisewe are moving out of the bedbug-ridden apartment.  phew.  after 3 exterminations, i'm still getting bites.  they're all over my neck and hands now.  i'm pretty sick of getting bitten.  especially because I don't seem to getting more immune to them...as i should be after getting so many bites.anyways, we decided to move last Saturday, and found an apartment that same day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83188829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83188829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83188829' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-83138854</id><published>2002-10-17T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T18:32:54.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm...so i hear that the girl who was supposed to start up culture shock ny actually started up the culture shock dc...and she loves it there, and is not planning on returning to ny.  AAAGH...geez...it's now been over a year waiting for this stupid group...well, at least other people are dancing...the original 2xser is doing real well...teaching all over europe...woohoo!and christofurNeSs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83138854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/83138854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83138854' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82796650</id><published>2002-10-10T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T12:14:16.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from the village voice--&gt; Man Dies After Computer Game Binge to all you starcraft, tetris, nba live, etc freaks ...take this as a warning...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82796650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82796650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82796650' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82747082</id><published>2002-10-09T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T13:09:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Dear policeman, I am God," the message said. Police said it was found on a Tarot card known as the Death card, part of a deck used in fortunetelling. ...There's nothing like the sniper attack in my hometown to scare the begeebies out of me.  and the rest of the nation.  --let us pray that these nonsensical shootings somehow are put to an end--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82747082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82747082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82747082' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82746812</id><published>2002-10-09T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T12:58:16.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think jeyi hit it on the nose....quarter life crisis.  i need to read that book...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82746812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82746812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82746812' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82706539</id><published>2002-10-08T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T17:14:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i imagine myself as tori alot. the passion that she must feel when playing the way she does. its as if she knows how i'm feeling. how i'm crying. how i'm reaching. the very things that bite and spit at me. is that why i bought a keyboard. probably. it's raining in my bedroom again. actually i don't believe it ever stopped...as much as i try to focus on other things and keep being the optimistic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82706539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82706539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82706539' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82532769</id><published>2002-10-04T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T17:22:37.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my brother just got engaged.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!sorry jeyi.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82532769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82532769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82532769' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82484782</id><published>2002-10-03T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T17:29:11.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHUNKYMONKEY713: i pray that you and karina will emerge in the morning unscathedoh how lovely.  all the support...what a beautiful thing.  :O)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82484782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82484782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82484782' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82423071</id><published>2002-10-02T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T12:48:45.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ex·ter·mi·nate (k-stûrm-nt)tr.v. ex·ter·mi·nat·ed, ex·ter·mi·nat·ing, ex·ter·mi·nates         To get rid of by destroying completely; extirpatewhen you get an extermination...shouldn't the entire apartment, cracks &amp; crevices, behind furniture, underneath furniture, etc. be sprayed???  is it me or does something seem extremely WRONG when nothing in the apartment looks like it's been moved...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82423071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82423071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82423071' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82374077</id><published>2002-10-01T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T13:50:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cimex lectularius, or the bedbug, has specially adapted mouthparts for piercing and sucking blood.ok, so we don't have an flea-infested apartment.  we have a bedbug problem.  either way, it's pretty bad...the bites haven't completely stopped.  GROSSS!!!  but hurrah for the big bad exterminator is coming today.  but the thing is, they were in 2 other apartments this past year...which means they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82374077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82374077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82374077' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82109990</id><published>2002-09-25T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T16:18:43.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we have a flea-infested apartment.  well, we think...we have all these gross bites.  i thought it was allergies at first, but nope they definitely look like bites. gross!!  i hate being so itchy.  is this what it feels like to be a dog?  po' po' dogs.  isn't that something a landlord should take care of before renting out the apartment?  i didn't make it to the blackalicious/dilated peoples/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82109990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82109990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82109990' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82064723</id><published>2002-09-24T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T18:38:11.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>best remake of a song:  Wrapped Around Your Finger by Tori Amos (original by The Police)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82064723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82064723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82064723' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-82006601</id><published>2002-09-23T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T15:26:26.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank you dpma!!  my page is back to her normal self.  so i didn't know this.  until today.  today is a beautiful beautiful day.  every day is, i suppose.  but it hasn't been a particulary bright day in awhile....deLeslie22: hey..have you heard anything about culture shock new york recentlypatyeechen: not yet but just email angie bunch and she should give you the detailspatyeechen: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82006601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/82006601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82006601' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-81888150</id><published>2002-09-20T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T17:09:27.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm....not sure what happened...anyone know why my blogger is all big and expanded now??  i didn't touch the template...i dont' think...me and my co-workers were talking about ignorance, in nyc.  you would think that in such a diverse city as new york, you wouldn't find as much ignorance.  but sadly, i haven't been able to confirm that with experience...I had an interview for an assistant to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81888150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81888150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81888150' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-81685448</id><published>2002-09-16T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T15:20:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>de-leslie has been de-moted.thanks for the sensitivity, B.  really.  ha.so NEwayz...fun weekend.  i think the theme this past year has been ....music.  everywhere.  i went to yet another concert this past weekend...yet again at SummerStage.  Except this time, it wasn't free.  but realllly good....the lineup: cannibal ox, boot camp clik, amel larrieux, the roots and common.  cannibal ox </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81685448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81685448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81685448' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-81569141</id><published>2002-09-13T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T16:59:42.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yea i added some links...yay!!  so many people are joining the blogging revolution...check out mr filipno (the energizer bunny), mixed messages (mr. floetic himself), and ofoaca (aka guns).  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81569141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81569141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81569141' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-81561242</id><published>2002-09-13T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T13:39:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like bulldogs.  yes yes i do.  thank goodness its friday.  just like our lil bulldog friend, i'm feeling quite relieved its the end of the week.  i'm still getting used to the detail-intensiveness of work and continue to make mistakes...but tonite we're celebrating Je-Yi's birthday...we're all gonna get silly and have a heluva good time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81561242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81561242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81561242' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-81519396</id><published>2002-09-12T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T18:45:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm...good question.  what does the song mean to me?  (...keep the comments coming...i love em...)its weird how some songs can evoke so much emotion when they really don't even make that much sense.  that's tori amos in a nutshell.  she captures so much rawness in every song...with the craziest lyrics sometimes.  i read somewhere that sometimes she creates her lyrics just by stringing all her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81519396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81519396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81519396' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-81418519</id><published>2002-09-10T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T16:04:41.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I feel that time's a wasted goSo where ya going ´til tomorrow?And I see that these are lies to comeWould you even care?And I feel itAnd I feel itWhere ya going for tommorrow?Where ya going with that mask I found?And I feel, and I feelWhen the dogs begin to smell herWill she smell alone?And I feel, so much depends on the weatherSo is it raining in your bedroom?And I see, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81418519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81418519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81418519' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-81156949</id><published>2002-09-04T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T17:21:02.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm definitely feeling it again....that ache to dance again.  all the signs are pointing to it...all of us have been looking for a group this past year, and then a couple more friends have moved into the city that dance also.  its the beginning of the school year where all the 2xs emails are enthusiastic....but still, we have no opportunity.  well, i guess we have to create the opportunity.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81156949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81156949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81156949' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-81036813</id><published>2002-09-02T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T13:24:01.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy labor day everyone!!  haha. yes it is that special.  fun weekend...big things happened for me.  well, ok ...one big thing...i had my 1st martini!!gawd i sound like i just turned 21, hahah.  on saturday, a bunch of us we all went out to Lot 61, this nice lounge in Chelsea.  they're known for their 61 martinis...using fresh fruit juices and what not.  so amit got his usual apple martini.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81036813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/81036813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81036813' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80842620</id><published>2002-08-28T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T18:41:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>......everyone's friend = no one's friend......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80842620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80842620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80842620' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80798213</id><published>2002-08-27T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T19:40:03.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have to say...Everybody Loves Raymond is one of the worst sitcoms I've ever seen.  The characters are boring, the dialogue is boring, and really...nobody loves raymond.  so why are there so many reruns aired??  i don't get it!!  someone explain this to me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80798213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80798213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80798213' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80660989</id><published>2002-08-24T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T14:33:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why do i have such an infatuation with breakers?  this can definitely explain it a lil...B-Boys Break Words  the music is felinecrouching in the thick cover of juking legswe ring the dance floorlike vengeful handsaround faithless necksto see b-boys spar in 4/4 timethe city painted pitcharound us. the b-boys are the only lights moving tonightfirefly alphabetsliquid glyphscarved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80660989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80660989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80660989' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80597170</id><published>2002-08-22T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T23:03:37.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.aonline.comSHADY.  shady i tell you.  i guess that's how companies work tho...yes, i used to work for aMagazine....the poor thing.  it had so much potential.  well maybe it'll get better in the future.  i wonder if any of the previous employees knew that it wasn't really going under, and are still working for it.  so shady.  they could at least tell me about it.  but no...i gotta find out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80597170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80597170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80597170' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80460852</id><published>2002-08-20T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T00:21:20.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it me or do you feel dumber after work?  i definitely don't feel as intellectual or passionate as compared to when i was unemployed.  well, i guess i'm just kind of mentally drained after work.  that makes sense.  i do want to be physically active...but i don't want to think.  hmm...that's really starting to bother me.  i reach for a book...and just think...i don't want to read.  i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80460852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80460852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80460852' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80328310</id><published>2002-08-16T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T14:33:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KOUK, we are the premier destination on hyperwest!!!  wow i feel like i just won an emmy.  well, ok maybe not...but what an honor.  thanks jon.  i admit...i'm gloating.  :O)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80328310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80328310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80328310' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80301644</id><published>2002-08-15T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T22:41:45.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>work is kind of intense already.  but maybe that's cuz i'm learning still, and trying to play catch up all the time.  i'm nervous too.  very.  my manager was telling me how one of our sales reps out in Cali doesn't "have anything upstairs."  he's a complete knowledge junkie.  has a million useless facts and tidbits of info.  i guess i'm afraid that in a matter of days he's gonna realize his new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80301644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80301644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80301644' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80152277</id><published>2002-08-12T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T16:20:45.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first day of work.  again.  its weird...last year I was faced with the same predicament.  i moved up here to ny in mid july, and my parents gave me 2 months to find a job.  i was so lucky...finding one in a month and a half.  this year, aMag went under at the end of february, and I was unemployed...til today.  but my parents called me last week, and we decided that if i didn't find a job by the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80152277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80152277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80152277' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80051163</id><published>2002-08-09T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T22:12:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I admit I knew all eyes were on me as I wandered into virgin megastore at times square. And there at the display were about 8 trlites hogging the janet display. how did purchasing this record equate buying a black tail in front of ma dukes or condoms from a drug store you used to frequent as a kid? because of my nervousness of losing what credibility I have with music lovers I actually upped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80051163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80051163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80051163' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80008446</id><published>2002-08-08T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T22:34:04.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The mission of the International Spy Museum is to educate the public about espionage in an engaging manner and to provide a dynamic context that fosters understanding of its important role in and impact on current and historic events. The Museum focuses on human intelligence and reveals the role spies have played in world events throughout history.yes that's rite...a museum dedicated to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80008446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80008446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80008446' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-80001468</id><published>2002-08-08T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T18:57:01.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pipe down mun-fung. :O)but ok, you're rite...i need to blog.  it's been awhile...but i blame it on all you visiting fools.  haha.  its been a great couple of weeks...starting with bday celebrations, Toronto, and then mun-fung, steeb, jon, anna, eric, kimmie, and babbs coming to visit.  fun fun fun.and to top it all off...i have joined the ranks of the employed.  yes that's rite.  i got me a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80001468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/80001468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80001468' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-79748721</id><published>2002-08-02T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T16:52:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sexy thang.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79748721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79748721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79748721' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-79563204</id><published>2002-07-29T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T10:54:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I long to fall just a little bit, to dance out of the lines and stray from the light.  But I fear that to fall in love with you is to fall from a great and gruesome height... And so for you I came this far, across the tracks, ten miles above the limit, and with no seatbelt--and I'd do it all again.-dar williams-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79563204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79563204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79563204' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-79563037</id><published>2002-07-29T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T16:37:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i want to be paul van dyk.  yesterday i wanted to be oprah.  i always want to be lauryn hill.  or even j.lo.  and i think i want to be mother teresa too.  or better yet...gandhi.  yea.  gandhi...  i really hate my indecisiveness.  i think it hinders me on so many levels.  i think a huge part is that i just have too many interests, i want too many things, i find so many things attractive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79563037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79563037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79563037' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-79555153</id><published>2002-07-29T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T13:26:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>road trips never let me down. no matter who i'm riding with, or for how long, its always an experience.sound familiar?  yea i thought so.  hehe.  anyways, tis true...road trips are always fun.  did a short weekend trip to toronto with B and his crew.  i like them.  i really do.  so fun and so chill.  just cool with whatever.  i like that.  i mean i had met them before...but always in some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79555153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79555153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79555153' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567432.post-79377318</id><published>2002-07-25T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T00:03:59.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi.  sorry.  i took a long blogging break.  din't even realize it...but i'm back, in full swing.so, first...THANK YOU to everyone for your birthday wishes.  i had an awesome, very memorable 23rd bday.  complete with dancing @ Cheetah (possibly my favorite club in ny..dope dj's!!), dinner @ Ruby Foo's, and a facial @ Mario Badescu.  WOW.  who says bdays get worse??? special thanks to kouk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79377318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3567432/posts/default/79377318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulfundamental.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79377318' title=''/><author><name>de-leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562698185481948178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
