<?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-3581163388484630401</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:33:24.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking thinking thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-4674667055690310844</id><published>2009-05-20T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:29:58.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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"https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Hey everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to begin by saying sorry for never updating, when really there's a lot to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that more of an update on my goings about will be available through my new blog/bandwebsite: &lt;a href="http://www.mouvementmusic.com"&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;/a&gt;. So be sure to subscribe to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on sharing about my dream and vision for Mouvement soon on this blog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mouvementmusic.com"&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;mouvementmusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5651355-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1842746345768343334?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1842746345768343334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1842746345768343334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1842746345768343334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1842746345768343334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2009/04/var-gajshost-https-document.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-1446284207433927988</id><published>2009-01-13T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:29:41.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Ok so, this past week starts the recording process for my upcoming EP. So far we have the acoustic guitar and full drum kit tracks layed down. Today Paul and I are making our way to Hillcrest Baptist to make use of their grand piano, percussion instruments and anything else we can get our hands on. Tracking is moving pretty quickly and is sounding great. I am more than excited to share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your reading this and your reaction is something along the lines of: "Man, I'm really excited to hear what Filipe has been blabbling about all this time. I wonder how I could help him out in his endevour." Wonder no longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres anything I have learned about this whole music business its that there is very little that stands next to the power of the actuall people who listen to and spread the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point you may help by giving your opinion on what this music project should be called. The options at this point are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyeux - French word for merry&lt;br /&gt;Mouvement - French word for movement&lt;br /&gt;Filipe - French way of saying my name, Filipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main reason for using French being that I really like the way French words are spelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyeux looks and sounds bettter than the other, but doesn't quite fit the sound of the overall project.&lt;br /&gt;Mouvement fits better with what I write about and the overall feel of the band, but doesn't look or sound as cool as Joyeux.&lt;br /&gt;Filipe is just my name and the reason I am trying to vere away from using that is because I want this whole thing to ecompess something much larger than me. It's not about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouvement is growing on me though... Your opinions would be much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news will come. Hope all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5651355-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1446284207433927988?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1446284207433927988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1446284207433927988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1446284207433927988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1446284207433927988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2009/01/var-gajshost-https-document.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-5034011746617376678</id><published>2008-11-16T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:56:09.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SSEDlCLvkRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kqYU8fpe3us/s1600-h/61mlJyJsK5L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SSEDlCLvkRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kqYU8fpe3us/s320/61mlJyJsK5L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269496973776359698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard and saw Anathallo a couple years ago at Cornerstone FL. There have been only a couple of shows that I've gone to where I leave feeling different than I did going in, and Anathallo was one of those shows. Since I have got most of their music and I just recieved their newest album "Canopy Glow" in the mail. It's a really great album and their a really great band. You should check them out if your so inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5651355-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-5034011746617376678?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/5034011746617376678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=5034011746617376678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5034011746617376678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5034011746617376678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/11/var-gajshost-https-document_16.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SSEDlCLvkRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kqYU8fpe3us/s72-c/61mlJyJsK5L._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-5742377945381537287</id><published>2008-11-12T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:13:05.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;My first show is going to be next Friday, the 21st. I'm excited/nervous about it. The band isn't really that ready, at least not as ready as I'd like us to be. I'm sure it will go fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the flier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:17;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/xhallowedheartx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TWLOHA_Flyer.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/xhallowedheartx/TWLOHA_Flyer.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5651355-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-5742377945381537287?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/5742377945381537287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=5742377945381537287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5742377945381537287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5742377945381537287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/11/var-gajshost-https-document_12.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-6987928220701747977</id><published>2008-11-07T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:14:34.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Yep, has been over a month since a blog post. I look up to you steady bloggers. Ryan, Jimmy, to you I tip my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to get back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first introduced to Fredrick Buechner by my 11th and 12th grade english teacher. She lent me his book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telling the Truth&lt;/span&gt; and since then he has become one of my favorite authors. I picked up his daily meditations book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to Your Life &lt;/span&gt;and have found myself more often times amazed than not after reading the little tid bits he throws out at us the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times when reading books having to do with spirituality one misses the whole art aspect of writing because the authors are usually pastors who write, not writers who pastor, as is the case with Buechner. When such authors as C.S. Lewis and Madeleine L'Engle write, the experience of the reader becomes something much greater than just reading a book. It's something I find hard to express sometimes, and so I can only urge you to pick something up by one of these authors and experience it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the shorter tid bits I was talking about from Listening to Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology - November 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology is the study of God and his ways. For all we know, dung beetles may study man and his ways and call it humanology. If so, we would probably be more touched and amused then irritated. One hopes that God feels likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5651355-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-6987928220701747977?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/6987928220701747977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=6987928220701747977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6987928220701747977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6987928220701747977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/11/var-gajshost-https-document.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-2478965564801961571</id><published>2008-09-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:37:13.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are some sketches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvsYsg3WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/U9GYtzyGxmM/s1600-h/sc0014521d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvsYsg3WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/U9GYtzyGxmM/s320/sc0014521d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249982967708704098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvYmPuhPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qUqVKM_WtKU/s1600-h/sc0013cde4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvYmPuhPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qUqVKM_WtKU/s320/sc0013cde4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249982627748676850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvZGuIb0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ehodn0YXOO8/s1600-h/homeless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvZGuIb0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ehodn0YXOO8/s320/homeless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249982636466138946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvZR9wjGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sTMTvWCWidc/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvZR9wjGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sTMTvWCWidc/s320/eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249982639484472418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvZX9q6_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/bE5jJ9QBiGA/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvZX9q6_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/bE5jJ9QBiGA/s320/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249982641094716402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvZy8R5_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TNdcWNsTNdo/s1600-h/sc00137044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNuvZy8R5_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TNdcWNsTNdo/s320/sc00137044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249982648336639986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I pretty much pitched the idea and vision I have for the project and their response was really good. I'm really excited about it, their really good musicians and really cool guys. Movement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First show is November 3rd with Sleeping at Last and The Gills. Check both of them out if you haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been growing a mustache for almost a month now. It's pretty crazy. Gross, but pretty dang funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little taste haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNCdniy5JAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SuFrCgGRewY/s1600-h/psh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNCdniy5JAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SuFrCgGRewY/s320/psh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246866868567352322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-6716037682624094485?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/6716037682624094485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=6716037682624094485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6716037682624094485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6716037682624094485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/09/tonight-i-met-up-with-some-gents-about.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SNCdniy5JAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SuFrCgGRewY/s72-c/psh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-4284578938281479062</id><published>2008-08-21T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:52:19.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SK3vsqSpB5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/F5hFLtaHVoM/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SK3vsqSpB5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/F5hFLtaHVoM/s320/Photo+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237105492247512978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys in the apartment are going to grow the mustaches out.&lt;br /&gt;and so i have dirty facial hair right now.&lt;br /&gt;it itches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about going down to Orlando next weekend with some friends to see My Morning Jacket. And so those of you who read this and are in Orlando, I might be seeing you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going pretty well here in Pensacola. Going to be starting school this Monday. I don't know what I'm getting myself into. 5 courses and around 30 hours a week of work  !  Should be somethin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an opportunity to go to China in December. I really want to go because it's going to be an awesome trip but it's from the 15th-28th. Jimmy's wedding is the 21st. Fil will be at Jimmy's wedding because, well, Fil and Jimmy have been friends for a very long time and he loves that kid a very lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard living out the gospel sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-4284578938281479062?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/4284578938281479062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=4284578938281479062' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/4284578938281479062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/4284578938281479062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/08/guys-in-apartment-are-going-to-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SK3vsqSpB5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/F5hFLtaHVoM/s72-c/Photo+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-8987139394176309266</id><published>2008-08-11T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:20:22.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>upstate new york story time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEiCZY4fGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/j1yl4WgCSaw/s1600-h/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEiCZY4fGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/j1yl4WgCSaw/s320/DSC03105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233501666551561314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and I decided to go down to the creek across from our property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we thought it would be a good idea to take the hardest and most dangerous way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEizKaLlkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TtJO6K64Dxo/s1600-h/DSC03080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEizKaLlkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TtJO6K64Dxo/s320/DSC03080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233502504344065602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEjA-ZUDvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/q4yW7TrNd6Q/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEjA-ZUDvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/q4yW7TrNd6Q/s320/DSC03081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233502741637369586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel's croc (yeah I know... I tell him everytime I see him with them on) fell off and all the way down to the creek. It was pretty dang funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEkXVDlinI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qJad-7ryAbk/s1600-h/DSC03094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEkXVDlinI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qJad-7ryAbk/s320/DSC03094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233504225189005938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEkXoRhcDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mwrXaJn8d0Y/s1600-h/DSC03098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEkXoRhcDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mwrXaJn8d0Y/s320/DSC03098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233504230347730994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it down. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKElkIrek3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/P08WJYtqd5U/s1600-h/DSC03099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKElkIrek3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/P08WJYtqd5U/s320/DSC03099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233505544716587890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEl6AwBWGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DY1KAHMe_ns/s1600-h/DSC03100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEl6AwBWGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DY1KAHMe_ns/s320/DSC03100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233505920545282146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up the creek for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEm87d8JfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NLaapiXzmZU/s1600-h/DSC03129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEm87d8JfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NLaapiXzmZU/s320/DSC03129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233507070178502130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we came up to the cows. We had heard bad stories about these cows. They were pissed about us being there. Looked up, started coming towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEm9mIe09I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pifIpBSrhVk/s1600-h/DSC03131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEm9mIe09I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pifIpBSrhVk/s320/DSC03131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233507081631224786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around them on the other side of the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEm934xVnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5eBnnY6uF4/s1600-h/DSC03134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEm934xVnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5eBnnY6uF4/s320/DSC03134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233507086397167218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEotvkw2pI/AAAAAAAAAII/oEJD5ZJsbv4/s1600-h/DSC03137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEotvkw2pI/AAAAAAAAAII/oEJD5ZJsbv4/s320/DSC03137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233509008311114386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled, hung around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEot0j29GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6cBlm6s9KOk/s1600-h/DSC03141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEot0j29GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6cBlm6s9KOk/s320/DSC03141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233509009649497186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the freaking cows followed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEouAfrrOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jw5FZWIMu6k/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEouAfrrOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jw5FZWIMu6k/s320/DSC03147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233509012853206242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left and went back to the house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip. Made some good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEq4UowxUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HJAfqwPtW88/s1600-h/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEq4UowxUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HJAfqwPtW88/s320/DSC03126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233511389081945410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed these! I'll be posting some thoughts soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-8987139394176309266?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/8987139394176309266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=8987139394176309266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8987139394176309266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8987139394176309266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/08/upstate-new-york-story-time-joel-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SKEiCZY4fGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/j1yl4WgCSaw/s72-c/DSC03105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-8507796103662395309</id><published>2008-07-29T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:26.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now in upstate NY. Here is a little picture rundown of my last two days of traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cr5Mk_2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UeUFmBjYaqc/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cr5Mk_2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UeUFmBjYaqc/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499601558142818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up around 11 Sunday I packed my things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cr1OtXqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CQrjPSVi7Ac/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cr1OtXqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CQrjPSVi7Ac/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499600493338274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hit the road towards Jacksonville. I was flying out of Jacksonville the next day because it was cheaper and my aunt lives there. So I stayed the night with her and she took me to the airport the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9csLqeM_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/cQUsNRxrIQI/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9csLqeM_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/cQUsNRxrIQI/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499606515364850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hour drive.. drive drive drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9csQ4LsuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0PshC8tjszk/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9csQ4LsuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0PshC8tjszk/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499607915049698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to Jacksonville! Realized I forgot my phone charger! My aunt had an iPod charger! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9csW3_l8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/re2XOtQfNfs/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9csW3_l8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/re2XOtQfNfs/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499609524869058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so my plane was scheduled to leave at 6:10am, so I was up at 4:20 because they live about 45 min away from the airport. Arrive at the airport to find that the flight is delayed until 11:05... 5 hours away. Didn't sleep much the night before because I'm an irresponsible college student who stays up entirely too late every night for no apparent reason, so going to bed at 9:30 is futile. Yada yada complain complain, finally got on the plane and left for JFK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cMkynk4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/6kpDncqCBIE/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cMkynk4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/6kpDncqCBIE/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499063504606082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at JFK, at some free food (jetBlue gave us food vouchers), and got on the plane for Syracuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cM_JXlQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UMxQWTS5OyI/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cM_JXlQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UMxQWTS5OyI/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499070579348738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Syracuse New York! Stoked. Started the drive to the country home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cNCObw0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_srceDm71Fw/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cNCObw0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_srceDm71Fw/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499071405900610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there. House just messy enough to make one feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cNDSx9PI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oubPnPAMXUY/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cNDSx9PI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oubPnPAMXUY/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499071692567794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better view from the kitchen than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cNVqtFFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wu5x-5DRFs0/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cNVqtFFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wu5x-5DRFs0/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228499076624749650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9btNotlFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WIMod2541Tk/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9btNotlFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WIMod2541Tk/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228498524713096274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family walk on the property. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for peace, enlightenment, clarity, wisdom and knowledge during my stay. That's a lot haha. I just want to enjoy the beauty, and for time not to pass very quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-8507796103662395309?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/8507796103662395309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=8507796103662395309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8507796103662395309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8507796103662395309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-now-in-upstate-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SI9cr5Mk_2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UeUFmBjYaqc/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-3318226934767239855</id><published>2008-07-10T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:20:05.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week I made the wonderful trip back home to South Florida to see my good friends. I was able to hang out with most of them, there were only a few I didn't see. The week was pretty awesome. Summery/Highlights were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ryan and Sean bro time&lt;br /&gt;-Cruz asian food and encouragement&lt;br /&gt;-Starbucks talk with Brad (thought there could have been a touch more) and seeing the FBC crew&lt;br /&gt;-Kim Agarth&lt;br /&gt;-Kim Agarth post wisdom teeth surgery video (probably the hardest I laughed the whole trip)&lt;br /&gt;-Nick O'hare and my haircut obsession haha&lt;br /&gt;-Chill time with Kate&lt;br /&gt;-Jimmy and Ryan bro time&lt;br /&gt;-Fourth of July at the lovely Basye home. (Side Note: I love the Basye's, I always feel very at home whenever I hang out with them and their family, it's nice.)&lt;br /&gt;-Sean and Nic Daire fight&lt;br /&gt;-Fight night at Bru's room with everyone&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy outrageous insane huge party at Jesse's with Kim&lt;br /&gt;-Quotes of the night&lt;br /&gt;-Pizza with Sean, Nic, and Amanda&lt;br /&gt;-Drive to Orlando with Sean and Amanda&lt;br /&gt;-Ryan's pad in O-town, always chill&lt;br /&gt;-People watch and lunch with Ryan and Sean&lt;br /&gt;-6 hour drive to Pensacola.. yes I made it from Orlando to Pensacola in 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip. Miss everyone already. Good to back I suppose, going to try and jump start a couple things. Start putting stuff in motion if you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-3318226934767239855?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/3318226934767239855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=3318226934767239855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3318226934767239855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3318226934767239855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-week-i-made-wonderful-trip-back.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-132951521679147210</id><published>2008-06-28T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:27.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SGcwrpTCTfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XY21AGp3bkQ/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SGcwrpTCTfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XY21AGp3bkQ/s320/Photo+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217192219710213618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very small sample is coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-132951521679147210?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/132951521679147210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=132951521679147210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/132951521679147210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/132951521679147210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-small-sample-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SGcwrpTCTfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XY21AGp3bkQ/s72-c/Photo+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-2691639887024563709</id><published>2008-06-26T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:52:14.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So either Sunday night or Monday morning I will begin my journey to South Florida once again for my summer visit. I have $306 in my bank account for the trip ($200 was just spent on two new tires for my car). $200 of that will easily be spent on gas. Probably more. I will be down until the 6th most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughing it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I will most likely be over your houses for free meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-2691639887024563709?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/2691639887024563709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=2691639887024563709' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/2691639887024563709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/2691639887024563709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-either-sunday-night-or-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-3719205029300646626</id><published>2008-06-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:27.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I saw Get Smart, and I will say it was pretty darn funny at moments. Fun movie to see. Go Steve Carell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I went to my first BBQ place since I have moved to Pensacola. It was the most home town place I have ever been to. The girl taking our drink orders was the owner/cooks little daughter. She couldn't have been older than 9-10. It was pretty awesome. It reminded me of Brad Jones because of where he's from and all that jazz. The places name was Beulah Barbecue and the a in Beulah was the Alabama University A. Another reason the place reminded me of Brad haha. Altogether the food was dang good, but I will say that Scruby's ribs are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on going home somewhere around the 30th-6th. Very excite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFymusVTEsI/AAAAAAAAACg/c9fx0w9PcI8/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFymusVTEsI/AAAAAAAAACg/c9fx0w9PcI8/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214225789692875458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFymul-oYgI/AAAAAAAAACo/r3WFU5w4jGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFymul-oYgI/AAAAAAAAACo/r3WFU5w4jGQ/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214225787987190274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-3719205029300646626?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/3719205029300646626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=3719205029300646626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3719205029300646626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3719205029300646626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-saw-get-smart-and-i-will-say-it.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFymusVTEsI/AAAAAAAAACg/c9fx0w9PcI8/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-288184398235317907</id><published>2008-06-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:27.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a couple of nights ago I went and saw colour revolt play and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFPvqLVuzII/AAAAAAAAACQ/uuSnN5qvwkc/s1600-h/l_97e7ce3da71102d8cb98c7910f338221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFPvqLVuzII/AAAAAAAAACQ/uuSnN5qvwkc/s320/l_97e7ce3da71102d8cb98c7910f338221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211772701675277442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also if you donate to the boodwater foundation through Donald Millers website you get the first chapter of his new book. I did and it was excellent, I'm very excited about it. So go help out and feed your soul some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFPwyA1fFqI/AAAAAAAAACY/MGH9FZmpDcI/s1600-h/donald-miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFPwyA1fFqI/AAAAAAAAACY/MGH9FZmpDcI/s320/donald-miller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211773935806256802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-288184398235317907?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/288184398235317907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=288184398235317907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/288184398235317907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/288184398235317907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/06/couple-of-nights-ago-i-went-and-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SFPvqLVuzII/AAAAAAAAACQ/uuSnN5qvwkc/s72-c/l_97e7ce3da71102d8cb98c7910f338221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-5070467900539557518</id><published>2008-06-02T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:38:48.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today (now a couple of days ago) I worked from 7am until 9pm in Drive-thru at Starbucks. 14 hours. I'm quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a pretty lady from Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of guys from Saudi Arabia who were here in the Navy. They said they liked Saudi Arabia more than here. They said gas was 60 cents a gallon. Hot and Rich was how they described the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deaf lady came through and ordered a venti vanilla bean frappuccino. I like her a lot... She's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lady came through who sounded pretty distraught as she ordered. Scattered and mixing up her drinks. She said she was having a rough day, so we gave one of her drinks to her for free. I like giving free stuff away when I work, I probably do it to much. Anyway, she came up to the window and when I told her we gave her one of them for free she became a bit emotional and was very thankful. She said "let me tell you about my day.." and so I told Allan to get the next person in line and just listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck she used to drive had a problem that was going to cost her about $750 to fix so she was driving a friends car. The truck was her husbands I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night her children watched their father drive away with another woman and not come back that night. She had apparently just chased him around with bat right before she came to Starbucks. She said she was not so much upset about the woman as she was about her children seeing their father do such a thing. "Never marry someone for their money" she told, "It doesn't matter how much it is, it's not worth things like this." She said that the best thing that has happened to her today was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got kind of worked up, I choked up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard hearing true, unfeigned reality sometimes.  There's very little that helps when your going through such things. Everything is shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louie Giglio spoke about when the bottom falls out in life during the Youth Specialties conference last November. About when everything comes into question... God, life, people, everything. No sort of theology or well spoken word helps. He spoke on how the only thing we can do is hang onto the cross. We don't feel like it and it doesn't help right then, but it's the only thing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it was just a very raw and genuine way of showing the answer. The answer being there is no answer. No right way. We can only keep walking through these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really really sappy writing all of this. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I would be praying for her. She said she was a Christian; I don't know how true that is to her heart but I pray it will become truer, through this situation especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been racking my brain trying to remember her name. I think it's Becca... or Becky. It's probably neither, but if your into praying for people I think it would be cool to pray for Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edit. She came by again today. Her name is Brandy. She's going to be moving out soon and is looking for a job. I think she's going to take her kids with her, but I'm not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-5070467900539557518?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/5070467900539557518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=5070467900539557518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5070467900539557518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5070467900539557518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-today-now-couple-of-days-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-1851121482451048993</id><published>2008-05-23T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:37:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/z-VZ-eScHHU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/z-VZ-eScHHU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1851121482451048993?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1851121482451048993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1851121482451048993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1851121482451048993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1851121482451048993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-3092217409257903350</id><published>2008-05-12T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:43:51.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trip to Atlanta was a lot of fun. Thank you Radiohead for being awesome. Making a little video of it for everyone so wait in expectation. Was able to stop at American Apparel and Urban Outfitters while there, quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Bell's "Everything is Spiritual" tour DVD. There were some very enlightening points he made. The three dimensional object interacting with a two dimensional world was one of my favorite points made. It was an amazing way of showing what it is like for God to interact with us, and our response to that interaction. If you haven't seen it I would recommend checking it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through Claiborne's new book. I really like the medium used. As far as content goes so far it's just pretty good, I'm still in the beginning though so I imagine it will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Collins is quite possibly my favorite poet. Please go read something of his, do it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-3092217409257903350?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/3092217409257903350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=3092217409257903350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3092217409257903350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3092217409257903350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-atlanta-was-lot-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-8514036279774997230</id><published>2008-05-07T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:27.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will drive with my friends Matt and Jenny to Atlanta to see these guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SCJL-IbjT3I/AAAAAAAAACA/PH3Iokd4yQ0/s1600-h/radiohead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SCJL-IbjT3I/AAAAAAAAACA/PH3Iokd4yQ0/s320/radiohead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197800450725990258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am more than excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-8514036279774997230?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/8514036279774997230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=8514036279774997230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8514036279774997230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8514036279774997230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomorrow-i-will-drive-with-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SCJL-IbjT3I/AAAAAAAAACA/PH3Iokd4yQ0/s72-c/radiohead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-8686311032482326580</id><published>2008-05-01T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:28.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>felt like Jimmy and or Ryan yesterday because i spent over $60 on books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngW9xvsOI/AAAAAAAAABg/DZpfJQrGv9s/s1600-h/0525950494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngW9xvsOI/AAAAAAAAABg/DZpfJQrGv9s/s320/0525950494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430330293530850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngXNxvsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/SAvsVH6BLTQ/s1600-h/51OnIejnfZL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngXNxvsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/SAvsVH6BLTQ/s320/51OnIejnfZL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430334588498162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngXNxvsQI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZR0_eelQx6g/s1600-h/0375755195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngXNxvsQI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZR0_eelQx6g/s320/0375755195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430334588498178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought this cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngXdxvsRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Nig-ehLLaRo/s1600-h/515FPQWQRJL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngXdxvsRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Nig-ehLLaRo/s320/515FPQWQRJL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430338883465490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;super pumped about all of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-8686311032482326580?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/8686311032482326580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=8686311032482326580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8686311032482326580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8686311032482326580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/05/felt-like-jimmy-and-or-ryan-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBngW9xvsOI/AAAAAAAAABg/DZpfJQrGv9s/s72-c/0525950494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-7230880506307433614</id><published>2008-04-29T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:11:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other night I had the privilege of closing starbucks with Chris Torres. Well, it wasn't the actual Chris Torres but it was a tall, lanky, very deep voiced, wavy (parted in the middle) dark haired guy by the name of Chris Todd. Even the guys manner and humor was that of Chris Torres himself. It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now go to Chris Torres' facebook and tell him of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-7230880506307433614?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/7230880506307433614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=7230880506307433614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/7230880506307433614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/7230880506307433614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/04/other-night-i-had-privilege-of-closing.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-3827033532392015872</id><published>2008-04-24T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:28.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haircutttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBEY69xvsNI/AAAAAAAAABY/J-jLGwwULww/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBEY69xvsNI/AAAAAAAAABY/J-jLGwwULww/s320/Photo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192959246629581010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I have my hand up in a sort of gay fashion, ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-3827033532392015872?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/3827033532392015872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=3827033532392015872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3827033532392015872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3827033532392015872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/04/haircutttt.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SBEY69xvsNI/AAAAAAAAABY/J-jLGwwULww/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-272312573325266477</id><published>2008-04-21T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:29.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what some of the sessions have looked like at the studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rrdxvsII/AAAAAAAAAAw/giTJS9ALZLE/s1600-h/DSCN2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rrdxvsII/AAAAAAAAAAw/giTJS9ALZLE/s320/DSCN2246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191853971155693698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rsNxvsJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M1q9jUwIrLE/s1600-h/DSCN2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rsNxvsJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M1q9jUwIrLE/s320/DSCN2248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191853984040595602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rsdxvsKI/AAAAAAAAABA/NFN8p6MhWOQ/s1600-h/DSCN2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rsdxvsKI/AAAAAAAAABA/NFN8p6MhWOQ/s320/DSCN2249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191853988335562914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rs9xvsLI/AAAAAAAAABI/rsVit6hZRvc/s1600-h/DSCN2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rs9xvsLI/AAAAAAAAABI/rsVit6hZRvc/s320/DSCN2251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191853996925497522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rtdxvsMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QiMP9nr7Xdk/s1600-h/DSCN2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rtdxvsMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QiMP9nr7Xdk/s320/DSCN2252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854005515432130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-272312573325266477?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/272312573325266477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=272312573325266477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/272312573325266477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/272312573325266477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-some-of-sessions-have-looked-like.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/SA0rrdxvsII/AAAAAAAAAAw/giTJS9ALZLE/s72-c/DSCN2246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-5606228512599278309</id><published>2008-04-21T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:58:37.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this just popped into my head one day. i know it's corny but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day when God parts the skies&lt;br /&gt;both the simple and the wise&lt;br /&gt;will both give high fives&lt;br /&gt;and finally see eye to eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-5606228512599278309?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/5606228512599278309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=5606228512599278309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5606228512599278309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5606228512599278309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-just-popped-into-my-head-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-8630568329641612645</id><published>2008-04-20T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:01:48.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday night I was at this little park across the street from my place. It's a really awesome park right across from this very beautiful Baptist church. It's pretty much dedicated to the Battle of Pensacola, it's on a hill and there is a little fort type thing at the top with two old cannons on it. I very much enjoy the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was there just taking some time to think or whatever I heard coughing. There is a little moat type deal in front of the fort and I found there was a homeless person staying the night there. It was pretty cold out and I was wondering what I could do to help them out. First I couldn't see them so I didn't know whether they were sleeping or not and I didn't want to wake anyone up. So... yeah, Paul called me and said he and Jesse were going to Waffle House to get something to eat and I said I would meet them over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to walk away thinking about the person down there. My first thought was that I didn't know whether they were sleeping or not and for some reason I felt like I needed to have set this all set up first. Like have a night set where my friends and I would go out and help homeless people (I'm hoping to start a love bags type deal here by the way if you guys didn't know). Realizing I was doing this I decided to walk by the moat place thing to see whether the person was awake or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough he was and I asked him if he wanted to join my friends and I at Waffle House. He thought for about a second then said yeah. He actually said, "f**k... sure." Mike said the f-word a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had only been on the street for a couple days and was headed to this job finder deal the next morning. He stayed on our futon  that night and Paul gave him a ride to the place in the morning. I told him why we did what we did and prayed with him before he headed out. I pray that he found a job and will soon find Christ whenever I remember. It'd be cool if you guys did too whenever you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-8630568329641612645?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/8630568329641612645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=8630568329641612645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8630568329641612645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8630568329641612645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/04/thursday-night-i-was-at-this-little.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-6550224184941044422</id><published>2008-04-16T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:30:59.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here it is. The moment you all have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46124&amp;amp;id=610231030"&gt;The Place!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more things I'd like to post about, so you'll be seeing that soon hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-6550224184941044422?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/6550224184941044422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=6550224184941044422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6550224184941044422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6550224184941044422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-here-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-1255670001271231385</id><published>2008-04-09T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:33:50.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last week I was in south Florida, stopping in Orlando on my way down see some folks that I missed. Everyone seems to be doing quite well, which is good. Basically all of my time down there was spent just meeting up and hanging out with people. It was a good trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been back here in Pensacola the majority of my time has been spent working and moving into our new place. The place is pretty awesome. I'm currently looking for a cool long desk for my and Paul's room though. Hopefully I'll find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on being more disciplined in certain areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this band: www.myspace.com/loscampesinos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1255670001271231385?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1255670001271231385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1255670001271231385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1255670001271231385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1255670001271231385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-last-week-i-was-in-south-florida.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-2757710384330415506</id><published>2008-03-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:00:05.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are we moving through time or is time moving through us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is an important question to ask ourselves, often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe that the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of evil but rather have us wasting time." -donald miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-2757710384330415506?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/2757710384330415506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=2757710384330415506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/2757710384330415506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/2757710384330415506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-we-moving-through-time-or-is-time.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-7244829582896074144</id><published>2008-03-21T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:14:32.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>least we forget</title><content type='html'>today is a very significant day. we should all take some time to reflect why, I think it's the very least we could do. maybe we could pray that God would make it clear to us how big of a deal it is. I still don't know on my inside the full magnitude of it. my head knows, but I have trouble with the heart and soul part of it. I don't know... I guess I'm trying to inspire or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For our sake He made Him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-7244829582896074144?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/7244829582896074144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=7244829582896074144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/7244829582896074144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/7244829582896074144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/03/least-we-forget.html' title='least we forget'/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-4398609563399875956</id><published>2008-03-08T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:52:30.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been very distracted lately. Every once in a while I'm reminded that everything isn't supposed to revolve around me. That God shouldn't be apart of my life, but the reason for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-4398609563399875956?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/4398609563399875956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=4398609563399875956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/4398609563399875956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/4398609563399875956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-very-distracted-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-1891448819416257096</id><published>2008-03-04T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:23:30.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of nights ago there was an 80's dance party at the red door. it was a lot of fun. here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R85D2ZPWBOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/btPqmpGRCBQ/s1600-h/IMG_6608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R85D2ZPWBOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/btPqmpGRCBQ/s400/IMG_6608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174147623662519522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/filipedesousa/Desktop/IMG_6608.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R85EBZPWBPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rKO02oiE79Y/s1600-h/IMG_6637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R85EBZPWBPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rKO02oiE79Y/s320/IMG_6637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174147812641080562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R85E-5PWBQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/AJwInly3uSs/s1600-h/fil_tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1891448819416257096?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1891448819416257096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1891448819416257096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1891448819416257096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1891448819416257096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/03/couple-of-nights-ago-there-was-80s.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R85D2ZPWBOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/btPqmpGRCBQ/s72-c/IMG_6608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-5011259709945906425</id><published>2008-03-02T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:53:17.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting outside of Starbucks. The sun is beginning to set and the weather feels like it looks in those family movies where the opening scene is looking down a neighborhood street where there are tall tree's on both sides and all the colors are very warm and vibrant. I just finished watching an interview with Donald Miller (thank you Kim) and now I'm listening to Sigur Ros. I always end up feeling inspired after listening to or reading something by Donald Miller. Something just always resonates well with me... He has this ability to express the way he feels sometimes, and I often feel the exact same way, and it's always a reassuring feeling to know that another person understands that feeling. It's usually not even something intellectual or deep either (so I don't come across as being an arrogant sob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very peaceful and serene at the moment. Content with just sitting and watching life happen for a few minutes. I associate this peaceful feeling with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple books I would really like purchase here in a little bit. Here's a short list of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus For President&lt;/span&gt; by Shane Claiborne and Chris Haw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vintage Jesus&lt;/span&gt; by Mark Driscoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Reason for God&lt;/span&gt; by Tim Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sailing Alone Around the Room&lt;/span&gt; by Billy Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Drawing of Heinrich Kley&lt;/span&gt; by Heinrich Kley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two poem's I really like, their by the man named Billy Collins from the list above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Introduction to Poetry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I ask them to take a poem&lt;br /&gt;and hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;like a color slide&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;or press an ear against its hive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I say drop a mouse into a poem&lt;br /&gt;and watch him probe his way out,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;or walk inside the poem’s room&lt;br /&gt;and feel the walls for a light switch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want them to waterski&lt;br /&gt;across the surface of a poem&lt;br /&gt;waving at the author’s name on the shore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But all they want to do&lt;br /&gt;is tie the poem to a chair with rope&lt;br /&gt;and torture a confession out of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They begin beating it with a hose&lt;br /&gt;to find out what it really means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dancing Toward Bethlehem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If there is only enough time in the final&lt;br /&gt;minutes of the twentieth century for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be dancing it slowly with you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel.&lt;br /&gt;My palm would press into the small of your back&lt;br /&gt;as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile&lt;br /&gt;of mirrors or buttons or frivolous shoes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;just as the floor of the ninteenth century gave way&lt;br /&gt;and disappeared in a red cloud of brick dust.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no time to order another drink&lt;br /&gt;or worry about what was never said,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;not with the orchestra sliding into the sea&lt;br /&gt;and all our attention devoted to humming&lt;br /&gt;whatever it was they were playing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-5011259709945906425?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/5011259709945906425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=5011259709945906425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5011259709945906425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5011259709945906425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sitting-outside-of-starbucks.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-6919355579305905988</id><published>2008-02-27T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:46:44.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working at Starbucks is to middle class as is working at McDonald's is to lower class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) True&lt;br /&gt;b) False&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-6919355579305905988?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/6919355579305905988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=6919355579305905988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6919355579305905988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6919355579305905988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/02/working-at-starbucks-is-to-middle-class.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-6212400019043028905</id><published>2008-02-19T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:31:52.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a trumpeter&lt;br /&gt;a violinist&lt;br /&gt;a cellist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of whom enjoy indie music and can preferably tinker around on other instruments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this really to much to ask? i don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm thinking of using "Odusseia" for the band name. It's the greek translation of Odyssey. Odyssey was already used for a band name in like the 70's. If it's not to much trouble I would like to hear your thought's on that.. the band name "Odusseia" that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-6212400019043028905?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/6212400019043028905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=6212400019043028905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6212400019043028905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6212400019043028905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/02/trumpeter-violinist-cellist-all-of-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-8733655055188719153</id><published>2008-02-14T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:46:46.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been working on this song in the studio for a little while now. It's beginning to come together very nicely, I'm excited about it. Once it's finished I'll probably e-mail it to some people for their opinions and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running today.. it was extremely cold outside and quite difficult. It's good for me though, so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't procrastinate on homework... that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to worry about this whole job thing to be honest. If any of you are the praying type it'd be cool if you would lift this issue up when you remember. I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I typed the last line I was reminded of the times when I was going through some tough stuff and people would either call or message me, telling me that their praying for me. It was when I heard or read those things that I was always really moved. Like I wouldn't have cried about the situation yet, but when I got those things I always choked up. They just made me feel really cared for, and loved. Like those people did actually think about the stuff and really did want to help. I really enjoyed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure why I just went through that, but I just thought about it and decided to go with it. So thank all you who may have done that, it really really did mean a lot and help when I was going through that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of some of that crap.. I think I'm still struggling with some bitterness. I really don't want it to be like that... I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-8733655055188719153?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/8733655055188719153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=8733655055188719153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8733655055188719153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/8733655055188719153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/02/been-working-on-this-song-in-studio-for.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-5044058220780190972</id><published>2008-02-04T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:31:39.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is something I was going to post on Monday, but ended up just saving it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at starbucks... I have never been at starbucks this much in my life. Paul and Jesse work here so if I don't bring my car into Pensacola then I will assuredly end up at starbucks at some point. Now that I think about it, there has maybe been one day since I've been up here that I haven't been at starbucks. Nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a text book for my class, also so I can do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;The text book costs $130. I found it on ebay for $60ish. Still have homework due Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lady by the name of Annie Clark and she has a band named St Vincent. If your reading this you should check it out because their very good. She has played guitar for such bands as Sufjan Stevens and The Polyphonic Spree. A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Wednesday, and I will give a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my homework, and I have found a text book for only $40.   !&lt;br /&gt;Still working on the job thing.&lt;br /&gt;Annie Clark is still awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-5044058220780190972?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/5044058220780190972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=5044058220780190972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5044058220780190972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5044058220780190972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-is-something-i-was-going-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-1898739644898464402</id><published>2008-02-01T16:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:09:41.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's something I thought was funny. During my short time in Lakeland Joe, Sean and I stumbled upon the concept of what type of classes they would teach if they we're professor's in college. The result is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer - I apologize for using cuss words in this, but they really do add the hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes that Joe and Sean would offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frivolous Spending - A lesson in frivolity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did all my money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackaround Period 101 - How to throw shit and not get caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper study techniques for exam week (Prerequisite Jackaround Period 101)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1898739644898464402?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1898739644898464402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1898739644898464402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1898739644898464402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1898739644898464402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/02/heres-something-i-thought-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-1226603511289715392</id><published>2008-01-31T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:26:05.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have moved. Actually moved. It still has not hit me though. Like I feel like I'm on vacation y'know? But nope, not vacation, actually living here now. I'm not quite sure what to write about so I think I'll just make it a stream of consciousness type of deal. I'll tell of my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up leaving Monday night around seven. I was planning on going to see Manchester Orchestra with Ryan and Nick when I got up there, but I was too late. They played a joke on Stephen and told him that they were playing with Anathallo and Page France.. Stephen called me to ask if I was up there yet to give him a ride and go see them. Anathallo and Page France with Manchester Orchestra.. good night. When I heard that I pretty much wanted to drive my fully loaded car off a bridge. Very bummed out... I was later told about the joke and felt soooo much better about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to Orlando around 10ish. Hung out with those kids... saw everyone I wanted to see, slept in the same bed as Ryan again.. good times. Woke up early, ate breakfast with Lauren, Ryan and Nick and headed for Lakeland. Arrived around 11. Met up with Sean, got a little tour of Southeastern, went to Joe's room, woke him up, chilled, went to Chilli's, Best Buy, Southeatern. Left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became lost on my way out of Lakeland.. but once I re-traced my steps I found where I was. Talked with Noelle as I was trying to find a gas station, got gas and headed for P-cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was alright.. had my computer to plug in for music, for a little bit at least. It ran out of battery about two hours before I got to Pensacola. I would have plugged my phone in to listen to but it was also running out of battery. I stopped at a gas station to fill up, plug my phone in for a tad, and dinner break (left over Chili's). It was shaddy business though. I was talking to Kate during it.. also mentioned to her it was shaddy. It was just in the middle of nowhere. The lady behind the counter looked tired. Like life had lost all it's meaning a long time ago and now she was just dragging her feet through it. It made me feel depressed kinda. Like there are so many places like that.. in the middle of nowhere, where it just seems like there's no hope. Everything seems sort of dead. It's sort of overwhelming. Like I'm supposed to help some how, but there's so much. I got the same feeling when I went to Boomers with my brothers the other day. Very drained. I don't know.. I feel like I'm kind of dragging this on. Maybe I'll come back to this another time and come to some sort of conclusion. You guys can tell me if you would like me to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after two hours of streaming radio stations and sitting in silence I get to Pensacola. I met up with Paul and some other guys at the studio first. He was mixing the band The Gills.. it's coming out really good. I like those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yeah, I've just been hanging out since. Talked to some Starbucks', went to my first class, and just been hanging out with some people. I miss some people down south a lot, but I feel like this is the right move right now for me. I'm really excited about laying down some music and just doing a lot of chilling and thinking. This is a good place to think... It's right on the coast and things are a lot more layed back. It reminds me of Maine sort of.. right on the water with a bunch of sail boats out there. It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this'll do for now. I'm sorry if it was kind of boring... I feel like it was kind of a boring post..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1226603511289715392?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1226603511289715392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1226603511289715392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1226603511289715392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1226603511289715392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-4371925994352756217</id><published>2008-01-20T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:04:44.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i was feeling lazy. but not the laid back lazy that is enjoying the down time. instead it was the kind of depressed because of the un-eventfulness of the day kind of lazy. the day was kind of eventful though... maybe there was some boredom mixed in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i decided to go running. because i want to exercise more and be healthier so that when i get older i'm not immobile. i was enjoying it in the beginning, but as i continued i realized that running is not fun. like it doesn't feel all that great at all. but there's apart of me that wants to continue to run because of that fact. because it's not enjoyable and kind of hard to get out and do. a sort of dying to yourself thing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think of the people who can't run and play like most of us can because they have some sort of disability. sometimes i try and wonder how they feel when they see people running around... like how much they would love to be free like that. i know some people like that, young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me wants to run because of that too. because i have the ability you know? most of us have the ability but we don't take much advantage of it. we don't really think much about these kinds of blessings.. most of us don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying that God would give me a deeper appreciation for life... whenever I remember to at least&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-4371925994352756217?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/4371925994352756217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=4371925994352756217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/4371925994352756217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/4371925994352756217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-i-was-feeling-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-6578210423176999017</id><published>2008-01-17T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:13:58.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt my dad touch my ankle to wake me up. It was 4:54 am and I immediately got out of bed. The extremely tired, I'm so comfortable in my warm bed that I wouldn't get out if there was a fire in my bedroom feeling was not there. It felt more like I had just got up from a short nap... which is basically what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See as a result of staying up late for the past two weeks or so I have set what they call my internal clock so that I stay up late into the night, and wake up late into the day. I was in bed, with the lights off at 11:45ish.. and I laid there for about two hours from what i can remember. So whatever right? At least I didn't have any trouble getting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pick up two of my dads three Brazilian employees and head down I-95 towards south Miami. We arrived at a mall parking lot where the small boat show was being held. Now I know that when you hear "Boat Show"  you don't think  mall parking lot... but every once in a while one of these small dealios are put on, and so Luis and the crew from Pelican Harbor come out to save the day and make all these boats look nice nice. We wave at Carl Winslow, the secruity guard on duty this morning, and park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looked and sounded exactly like Mr Winslow from Family Matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first order of business is to find a water spic et to hook up the hoses.. we're in a parking lot, so we have to run a hose from the mall somewhere. When we find one and begin to unravel the hoses Carl comes up and says that we can't do that... We can't run a hose from the building without special permission or something... Soooo the two Brazilians and I grab some towels and get to work wisping the dirt away, the dirt that this mostly shoe marks from the guys who brought the boats to the show. Unimaginable amounts of shoe marks everywhere.. Seats, floors, windows. It was like all the dudes got together, specifically stepped in dirt with their steel toed boots, all got on the boat together, and decided to have a 100-meter dash on a 17 foot boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While tackling this task my dad is talking to Carl... probably about Eddie's future or Urkel spilling something all over his security jacket. Whatever. So we're working and about 10 minutes into it the parking lot lights turn off... so now we can't see because it's still so early in the morning that the sun hasn't come out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds like I'm about ready to drink my weight in Lacquer   Thinner... But I really wasn't all that bent out of shape about it. I pretty much thought it was just ridiculous. These sorts of situations are half expected in this business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl finally got things together and gave us permission to hook up the hoses... It took six hoses connected together to reach all the boats.  By the end of it I felt like I had already worked a full day... then we went to another boat and washed and waxed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is pretty much about to shut down right now... I'm going to get a good nights rest out of this mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-6578210423176999017?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/6578210423176999017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=6578210423176999017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6578210423176999017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/6578210423176999017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-felt-my-dad-touch-my-ankle-to-wake-me.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-2794154335252187526</id><published>2008-01-14T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:31:08.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving soon. I'm pretty sure it hasn't fully hit me yet, but its beginning to. I'm beginning to realize how much I'm going to miss some people. There's a little bit of nervousness going through my bones, mixed with excitement I think. Hopefully this will be a good move. I really just want to establish my music stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for a more laid back and more focused lifestyle this next year and a half.. I'm not to sure if it'll turn out that way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with self consumption a lot lately.. I understand that I've been like that since birth, but it seems like it's been more so for the last little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get scared that God will just give me up to my sin..&lt;br /&gt;I know He's all about forgiveness and everything, but He's done it before and that's kind of scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to read more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-2794154335252187526?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/2794154335252187526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=2794154335252187526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/2794154335252187526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/2794154335252187526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-leaving-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-3647591086963891086</id><published>2008-01-12T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:51:39.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to try and actually update regularly. We'll see how long it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something I wrote late at night sometime last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:15 in the morning and I want to write something deep and inspiring, something lyrical and fresh... it will be an attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will stretch our skin&lt;br /&gt;line our faces&lt;br /&gt;beat our hearts&lt;br /&gt;ach our bones&lt;br /&gt;work our muscles weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll toil old&lt;br /&gt;wish to go back&lt;br /&gt;"be young, be young"&lt;br /&gt;can't hear you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all writers write about it&lt;br /&gt;all songwriters sing about it&lt;br /&gt;just melody&lt;br /&gt;sounds sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll continue&lt;br /&gt;few will hear the advice&lt;br /&gt;everyone experienced&lt;br /&gt;the rest will soon see it&lt;br /&gt;they'll scream "be young, be young"&lt;br /&gt;we'll hear "play it safe, play it right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. I feel pretty self-consciouses about my writing sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-3647591086963891086?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/3647591086963891086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=3647591086963891086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3647591086963891086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/3647591086963891086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-going-to-try-and-actually-update.html' title=''/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-5027007729148031851</id><published>2007-12-24T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:03:24.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so</title><content type='html'>im not feeling motivated to continue with trying to have a blog... im pretty sure no one reads this haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-5027007729148031851?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/5027007729148031851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=5027007729148031851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5027007729148031851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/5027007729148031851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2007/12/so.html' title='so'/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-1727655383678167462</id><published>2007-11-20T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:44:30.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rundown of the last week</title><content type='html'>*I'm sorry if any of this doesn't make sense.. I didn't proof read any of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hung out in Pensacola from friday to friday&lt;br /&gt;-Made a lot of new friends&lt;br /&gt;-Had a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;-Helped with Ultra Mega Studio, which is looking more awesome everyday&lt;br /&gt;-Went to three shows while there&lt;br /&gt;-Had free starbucks&lt;br /&gt;-Considering moving there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Left friday and went to Atlanta for the Youth Specialties conference&lt;br /&gt;-Saw Shane Claiborne speak.. his message was the sermon on the mount.. that's it. It was sweet&lt;br /&gt;-More favorites were Lui Giglio (very very good) and Mrs Tickle (very very wise)&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Tomlin is a pretty awesome worship leader&lt;br /&gt;-Family Force 5 is just fun to watch&lt;br /&gt;-David Crowder is entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this thing where I haven't really felt the presence of God during a type of worship or even been moved for a very very long time. There was a point where I would try so hard... I wanted it pretty bad. It was all I would think about during worship. I was given some wisdom on the issue and stopped worrying about it so much, and just decided to sing and praise ultimately God was worthy, whether I was into it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so of course, there being years between when I was last moved by worship, when I least expected to feel God's presence, I do. It was during Chris Tomlin, and it was just like there was something I was actually clear about. It was good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were singing "we'll sing your praise forever" (from the hymn, Oh come let us adore Him, that we usually sing during Christmas time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't do anything else... just sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1727655383678167462?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1727655383678167462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1727655383678167462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1727655383678167462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1727655383678167462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2007/11/rundown-of-last-week.html' title='rundown of the last week'/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-1573058227257308436</id><published>2007-11-10T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:23:27.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 hours</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I sat in a bus the whole day. It was quite the experience. It was basically me, a whole bunch of black people, a group of latinos, and a hand full of homeless and caucasian people. Towards the end of the trip the bus got fuller, this is when I met my new homeboy Leo. He used my phone a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized as of late that there are a lot of people who smoke cigarettes... America is a very stressed out country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-1573058227257308436?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/1573058227257308436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=1573058227257308436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1573058227257308436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/1573058227257308436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2007/11/17-hours.html' title='17 hours'/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581163388484630401.post-7279584135696237410</id><published>2007-11-05T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:54:40.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>here lies the blog of filipe daniel de sousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581163388484630401-7279584135696237410?l=filipedesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/7279584135696237410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3581163388484630401&amp;postID=7279584135696237410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/7279584135696237410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581163388484630401/posts/default/7279584135696237410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filipedesousa.blogspot.com/2007/11/beginning.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787644408350620273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OBMCZ5Tsprw/R6qUU3azTLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHuMEcSgzjc/S220/2119038695_5ceeafc7c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
