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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FHjhISiORGDD5NGJWhZClJ2kk1o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FHjhISiORGDD5NGJWhZClJ2kk1o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FHjhISiORGDD5NGJWhZClJ2kk1o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FHjhISiORGDD5NGJWhZClJ2kk1o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just found a great website for auto repair that takes advantage of the social aspects of today's internet.  I'm always looking for the best place to keep my car running great, so I decided to join this website, http://www.repairpal.com.  The site has a very easy interface that makes it simple to find exactly what you are looking for.

In this case, I decided to find out how much it would cost &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/QMaVjENbEJ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/03/repairpal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFRH0_eyp7ImA9WxBVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-6674365437068577956</id><published>2010-02-22T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:11:55.343-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-22T19:11:55.343-08:00</app:edited><title>The Garden</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=6674365437068577956" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/6674365437068577956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/6674365437068577956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/KrZyeRNtx7w/garden.html" title="The Garden" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK487NvUQdA/S4NF_eZRP9I/AAAAAAAAEGY/lB1e6ErVems/s72-c/IMG00170-20100223-0903-733794.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/257o1nHMsD9zkMWcOaSRNW5QCRw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/257o1nHMsD9zkMWcOaSRNW5QCRw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/257o1nHMsD9zkMWcOaSRNW5QCRw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/257o1nHMsD9zkMWcOaSRNW5QCRw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am sitting outdoors in Thailand in a Garden located just outside the hospital on the sixth floor.  I am sitting in the shade under and open arbor made out of old lattice wood.  There are two chairs, a wooden bench, and a table where I sit.  Around me is nothing but beauty.  To my left there is an endless row of high rise buildings, stacked one next to another.  Some of the concrete, some of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/KrZyeRNtx7w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/garden.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBR3kzeip7ImA9WxBVGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-1367569519463009912</id><published>2010-02-21T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:05:56.782-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-21T23:05:56.782-08:00</app:edited><title>An Awakening</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=1367569519463009912" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1367569519463009912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1367569519463009912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/jvPguvnSE3Y/awakening.html" title="An Awakening" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SCrtRu9I_q4Yelcu3vD-F-m7FkM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SCrtRu9I_q4Yelcu3vD-F-m7FkM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SCrtRu9I_q4Yelcu3vD-F-m7FkM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SCrtRu9I_q4Yelcu3vD-F-m7FkM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Below is an excerpt of the book I am writing "Discovering Your Inner Energy".  I would appreciate any comments  or feedback.  Please post your comments below this post or at Living2xcess.com.  Thank you for your help.


An Awakening

I've chosen to write this book about discover your inner energy because I am finally starting to understand it myself.  I have begun waking up.  I am finally finding&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/jvPguvnSE3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/awakening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDSXsyfSp7ImA9WxBVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-1289164886049130286</id><published>2010-02-10T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:16:18.595-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T10:16:18.595-08:00</app:edited><title>Siripun Barnes</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=1289164886049130286" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1289164886049130286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1289164886049130286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/-Z_QZEUCumM/siripun-barnes.html" title="Siripun Barnes" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3-8hMWSai9TezKps2Wlm8yvw35E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3-8hMWSai9TezKps2Wlm8yvw35E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Siri has completely changed in my eyes since I met her. She has become the backbone in my life. When I first met her she was afraid, and I was the confident one. Now it is her making things happen. She has taken the steering wheel and is driving us through happiness. I say through instead of towards because... We are already there. With all the difficulties we have faced, Siri has made me happy. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/-Z_QZEUCumM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/siripun-barnes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUASHozeyp7ImA9WxBWF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-7508408041858425239</id><published>2010-02-09T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:10:49.483-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-09T07:10:49.483-08:00</app:edited><title>Siri's Response:  Meeting with Eric the first time</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=7508408041858425239" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/7508408041858425239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/7508408041858425239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/jQp5Y7NEK6U/siris-response-meeting-with-eric-first.html" title="Siri's Response:  Meeting with Eric the first time" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><content type="html">
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After reading so many of Eric' blogs about me. I would like to give a special thank to him for being one of the greatest person as always.
Meeting with Eric the first timeBy Siripun Yindeetham Barnes
I remember that I was late for the first appointment waiting for a taxi to pick me up at River Oaks. After getting off at Coastal Grand Mall where I usually walked around, had some Chinese food and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/jQp5Y7NEK6U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/siris-response-meeting-with-eric-first.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MQX4_fSp7ImA9WxBVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-5876732686951502151</id><published>2010-02-09T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:23:00.045-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T10:23:00.045-08:00</app:edited><title>Culture Shock</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=5876732686951502151" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/5876732686951502151?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/5876732686951502151?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/51IwQ74x-XM/culture-shock.html" title="Culture Shock" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p3iRPe1lL_QNkXjxkGjQsk_ctHs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p3iRPe1lL_QNkXjxkGjQsk_ctHs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p3iRPe1lL_QNkXjxkGjQsk_ctHs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p3iRPe1lL_QNkXjxkGjQsk_ctHs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its been two months in bangkok and two months married. Every day here feels like I have to make a life decision. Every decision I make, I second guess myself or change my mind. Needless to say, Thailand and Marriage are completely different universes from my old life in the U.S. I don't even know how to grocery shop here.  I've been living off of grape nut cereal, rice and restaurants.

Living &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/51IwQ74x-XM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/culture-shock.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QEQX04eyp7ImA9WxBWFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-1593799273033021031</id><published>2010-02-08T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:15:00.333-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-08T09:15:00.333-08:00</app:edited><title>The iMac Experience</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=1593799273033021031" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1593799273033021031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1593799273033021031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/01p2WIkzyW0/imac-experience.html" title="The iMac Experience" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wne_rCX7xly8Ia0HVuQKN1igUA0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wne_rCX7xly8Ia0HVuQKN1igUA0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wne_rCX7xly8Ia0HVuQKN1igUA0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wne_rCX7xly8Ia0HVuQKN1igUA0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yet another change in my life.  20+ years of being a P.C. guru and I buy an Apple Macintosh computer.  Abandoning my x86 fellowship for a proprietary machine.  My life has completely been turned upside down now.    The mouse doesn't even have two buttons!!! How am I supposed to right click??

Gone are the days of taking apart a computer and upgrading each piece.  No more motherboard and processor&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/01p2WIkzyW0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/imac-experience.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FSXc9fSp7ImA9WxBVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-7305806536661480779</id><published>2010-02-07T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:36:58.965-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T10:36:58.965-08:00</app:edited><title>Marriage</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=7305806536661480779" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/7305806536661480779?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/7305806536661480779?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/qderweMbTqA/marriage.html" title="Marriage" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h8cSarbOlNBbUuDkjylisVa7RSw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h8cSarbOlNBbUuDkjylisVa7RSw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Marriage... it's an absolutely different experience for me.  I have gone through life only having to worry about myself.  All my decisions were for my own benefit. Everything was me me me.  Now I am married, and I have learned... I am a pain in the ass.  I can argue, and very well I might add, about the most mundane topics.  I remember having an argument about what shampoo to buy.

Siri has &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/qderweMbTqA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/marriage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCQHk8eCp7ImA9WxBWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-1375791337255438427</id><published>2010-02-05T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:04:21.770-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-05T07:04:21.770-08:00</app:edited><title>What Counts in A Marriage</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=1375791337255438427" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1375791337255438427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1375791337255438427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/jYhkeH2jbi4/what-counts-in-marriage.html" title="What Counts in A Marriage" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
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What Counts in a marriageare all of the waysthat a husband and wife give and take,the fun that they shareand the dreams that they dareare the small, tender gestures they make,What counts are the timesthey keep talking things throughuntil they can get them worked out,the faith that they showand the lengths that they go and&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/jYhkeH2jbi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/what-counts-in-marriage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUAR348fSp7ImA9WxBWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-873629061902414004</id><published>2010-02-05T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:04:06.075-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-05T07:04:06.075-08:00</app:edited><title>From This Day Forward</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=873629061902414004" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/873629061902414004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/873629061902414004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/CLsr2MzZai0/from-this-day-forward.html" title="From This Day Forward" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K7IxDNlVbAQgJoQ1v0jRCp1TOS4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K7IxDNlVbAQgJoQ1v0jRCp1TOS4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A Hallmark card give to us from my sister and her new husband for our wedding.


From This Day Forward
May you be blessed with happinessall through your married life,May you find joy in all the plansyou'll share as husband and wife,And always may your home be filled with love and harmony -From this day forward, may you find the best is yet to be.
Thank you Tara and Billy&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/CLsr2MzZai0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/from-this-day-forward.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNRng-fCp7ImA9WxBWE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-6457650669745163664</id><published>2010-02-04T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:01:37.654-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-04T15:01:37.654-08:00</app:edited><title>A Beautiful Life Together</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=6457650669745163664" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/6457650669745163664?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/6457650669745163664?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/UzEx1ENepJg/beautiful-life-together.html" title="A Beautiful Life Together" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p2jdR-a2uyDshoYlNidf9vpSL94/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p2jdR-a2uyDshoYlNidf9vpSL94/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A Hallmark card from my parents:How To MakeA Beautiful Life TogetherReflections on Marriage for the Bride and Groom
Let love be your shelter.The world is noisyand confusing at times, so make a homethat is a haven,a peaceful place where you canlisten to your hearts and savorthe comfortable closeness you share.
No matter how busyyour days may be,make time for yourselves.Hold hands. Unwind.Surprise &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/UzEx1ENepJg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/beautiful-life-together.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4NR3g8cCp7ImA9WxBWE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-7700147835024573049</id><published>2010-02-04T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:09:56.678-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-04T15:09:56.678-08:00</app:edited><title>Where there is love</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=7700147835024573049" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/7700147835024573049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/7700147835024573049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/Nvyptgf_9gc/wedding-card.html" title="Where there is love" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eCj7SCFbLUqXrxQRmwTpcg2JHA0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eCj7SCFbLUqXrxQRmwTpcg2JHA0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A wedding greeting card from Hallmark given by Keith and Janice Howes

Where there is lovethere is beautythat cannot be describedstrengththat cannot be brokenand joy that cannot be surpassed
Listen...to your hearts.
Imagine...a beautiful future.
Embrace...the love you share.
Thank you Keith and Janice... wish you could have been here.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/Nvyptgf_9gc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/wedding-card.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDRHw-eyp7ImA9WxBVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-1889708782816147858</id><published>2010-02-02T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:51:15.253-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T10:51:15.253-08:00</app:edited><title>Thai Traditional Wedding</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=1889708782816147858" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1889708782816147858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/1889708782816147858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/DUH6cdotXHw/thai-traditional-wedding.html" title="Thai Traditional Wedding" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HTBAZp3Vo_4ZQhxrbukZeDjX4-k/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HTBAZp3Vo_4ZQhxrbukZeDjX4-k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HTBAZp3Vo_4ZQhxrbukZeDjX4-k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HTBAZp3Vo_4ZQhxrbukZeDjX4-k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Have you seen how good Siri looks in a Thai traditional dress?  Wow.  I was so stunned all the blood ran out from my legs, and I was stuck on the ground needing assistance to get up. (really I was) Needless to say, I think I was the comedic relief at the morning ceremony of our wedding.  It definitely was something different.  I don't know how many mistakes I made, but I am thankful that everyone&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/DUH6cdotXHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/thai-traditional-wedding.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIEQH8zfSp7ImA9WxBWEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-508934250848737705</id><published>2010-02-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:55:01.185-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T11:55:01.185-08:00</app:edited><title>Casinos Scandinavia</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=508934250848737705" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/508934250848737705?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/508934250848737705?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/GK1Uerlki7w/casinos-scandinavia.html" title="Casinos Scandinavia" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Uy-UBRfJxTasfTkFlzrJ2wCNfwQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Uy-UBRfJxTasfTkFlzrJ2wCNfwQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Uy-UBRfJxTasfTkFlzrJ2wCNfwQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Uy-UBRfJxTasfTkFlzrJ2wCNfwQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The phrase "Wedding Jitters" is only putting it mildly. A few days before the wedding, I wrote out a brief speech to give during the evening ceremony of our Wedding. I didn't realize how nervous I would be in front of hundreds of people.   I wanted to say something special and explain how much Siri meant to me.   I think I almost forgot what my name was.  Since I wasn't able to say what I wanted &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/ani0YFPqxB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/my-speech-for-evening-wedding-ceremony.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFRH48fyp7ImA9WxBWEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-4479560789777977312</id><published>2010-02-02T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:06:55.077-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T11:06:55.077-08:00</app:edited><title>Lonely Hearts Casino</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=4479560789777977312" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/4479560789777977312?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/4479560789777977312?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/X4cqf2P3X60/lonely-hearts-casino.html" title="Lonely Hearts Casino" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_Gi3BKnkrjYNRBNsqymUxeD121Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_Gi3BKnkrjYNRBNsqymUxeD121Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_Gi3BKnkrjYNRBNsqymUxeD121Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_Gi3BKnkrjYNRBNsqymUxeD121Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since finding a casino in Thailand is basically impossible, I had to find a new place to look. LonelyHeartsCasino.com an online guide to the most reputable and popular online casinos. This literally is the best gambling blog I have been to. 


Their site is a ratings guide to the best online casinos, poker rooms and gaming sites on the web. They listed all the best casinos and had experienced &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/X4cqf2P3X60" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/lonely-hearts-casino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMRng4fyp7ImA9WxBVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-5453502918623978054</id><published>2010-02-01T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:53:07.637-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T10:53:07.637-08:00</app:edited><title>Married in Thailand</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=5453502918623978054" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/5453502918623978054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/5453502918623978054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/2a89B0bNQnE/just-married.html" title="Married in Thailand" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIIDurxcUH8jIX7EXUGNYaedh08/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIIDurxcUH8jIX7EXUGNYaedh08/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIIDurxcUH8jIX7EXUGNYaedh08/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIIDurxcUH8jIX7EXUGNYaedh08/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just Married!!!!!!January 30, 2010
Thank you everybody who attended the wedding.  Siri and I appreciate everything everyone has done for us.  Siri and I received a card today that I was really moved by, so I decided I was going to share it:

We are not meant to go through life alone.
We need a partner who will forever remain by our side.
Someone to lean on at times, remembering as well,
that we &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/2a89B0bNQnE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/02/just-married.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAEQH8yfip7ImA9WxBXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-8780146912923939259</id><published>2010-01-29T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:25:01.196-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-29T02:25:01.196-08:00</app:edited><title>Darkness begins to fall</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=8780146912923939259" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/8780146912923939259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/8780146912923939259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/iKuAfOEB6Pg/darkness-begins-to-fall.html" title="Darkness begins to fall" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pn0VFoqUuPyL55fSiqCfnj2b_fE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pn0VFoqUuPyL55fSiqCfnj2b_fE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pn0VFoqUuPyL55fSiqCfnj2b_fE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pn0VFoqUuPyL55fSiqCfnj2b_fE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Darkness begins to fall in Bangkok, Thailand.  There is something eerie in the air.  Fear.  The smell of fear is everywhere?  But whose?   I pick up a wedding invitation.  It is in Thai.  There are only 2 things I can make out.  "Eric Barnes" and "30, January 2010.  I hear screaming in the background.   Has the end come? What do I do? 

Roosters crow as the sun sets.  Three silver BMWs sit &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/iKuAfOEB6Pg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/01/darkness-begins-to-fall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEFSX4_fCp7ImA9WxBXEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-2236931374456110698</id><published>2010-01-21T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:03:38.044-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-21T16:03:38.044-08:00</app:edited><title>Parents in Bangkok</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=2236931374456110698" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/2236931374456110698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/2236931374456110698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/s6oRwvOL9Sk/parents-in-bangkok.html" title="Parents in Bangkok" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eg3OtZTvxgzxnRHEr8vwSBYFSuQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eg3OtZTvxgzxnRHEr8vwSBYFSuQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eg3OtZTvxgzxnRHEr8vwSBYFSuQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eg3OtZTvxgzxnRHEr8vwSBYFSuQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After being on my own in Thailand for two months with just Siri and her family and friends to keep me entertained, I was starting to get homesick.  I haven't seen the U.S. since Thanksgiving.  I missed Christmas, New Years, and the great blizzard of 2009.   I missed talking American politics, nascar, and football.  I missed giving my mother a hard.

They were set to arrive Tuesday evening.  I was&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/s6oRwvOL9Sk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/01/parents-in-bangkok.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FQn05fip7ImA9WxBQFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-4394537808983346121</id><published>2010-01-15T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:00:13.326-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-15T19:00:13.326-08:00</app:edited><title>The Sleep Study</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=4394537808983346121" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/4394537808983346121?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/4394537808983346121?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/lemKS0unq0w/sleep-study.html" title="The Sleep Study" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lr70jVzrMuNreW3iRNBwHn9Mh2M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lr70jVzrMuNreW3iRNBwHn9Mh2M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lr70jVzrMuNreW3iRNBwHn9Mh2M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lr70jVzrMuNreW3iRNBwHn9Mh2M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Life in Thailand has not been problem free.  In fact, I guess life has never been problem free. It was here in Bangkok that I finally found the source of my problems.  And I wasn't a bit surprised when I found out.

In late Decemeber, I was diagnosed with Obstructive Sleep Apnea and Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome.  Two disorders I have long worried about having but never had the money, insurance, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/lemKS0unq0w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/01/sleep-study.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HRHk_eCp7ImA9WxBVGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-2648166270675907734</id><published>2010-01-14T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:50:35.740-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T23:50:35.740-08:00</app:edited><title>My Life Has Changed</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=2648166270675907734" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/2648166270675907734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/2648166270675907734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/_0J6W_aLnWM/my-life-has-changed.html" title="My Life Has Changed" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/flh_S4d9FEze5fKUR_77RbcUySA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/flh_S4d9FEze5fKUR_77RbcUySA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/flh_S4d9FEze5fKUR_77RbcUySA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/flh_S4d9FEze5fKUR_77RbcUySA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Siri asked me if my life has really changed last night.  I really had to think about that question.  Although my life has not changed in the ways she was implying the answer is an astounding yes.  I haven't become more responsible, cleaner, more proactive, more independent, less polar in my controversial personal views on things, and I don't act like I am happier. 

The strange thing is, my life &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/_0J6W_aLnWM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/01/my-life-has-changed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCRXs9cSp7ImA9WxBQEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-8140488883962583869</id><published>2010-01-08T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:42:44.569-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-08T22:42:44.569-08:00</app:edited><title>Dream World</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=8140488883962583869" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/8140488883962583869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/8140488883962583869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/-xZ2NKSGcvA/dream-world.html" title="Dream World" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WK487NvUQdA/S0ginnYkhCI/AAAAAAAACXU/1Wh0VviuatU/s72-c/IMG_0362.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0w7ju7QXTyUKOJGppy9P1DpjkqM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0w7ju7QXTyUKOJGppy9P1DpjkqM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 
Less than a month away from our wedding date and things were staying hectic.  Next thing on the calender, a pre-wedding shoot at the Beach.  We had been planning this for quite some time and kept rescheduling.  I was very excited to visit the beach here.  It was going to be on New Years Eve.  The perfect way to ring in the new year.  Unfortunately, Everyone else must have thought the same thing&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/-xZ2NKSGcvA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/01/dream-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABQH84eip7ImA9WxBRE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-8785954988003305191</id><published>2010-01-01T01:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:55:51.132-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-01T01:55:51.132-08:00</app:edited><title>My Worst Day in Thailand</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=8785954988003305191" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/8785954988003305191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/8785954988003305191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/CE_yBqk-3l8/my-worst-day-in-thailand.html" title="My Worst Day in Thailand" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZC0ifUt6SpP3H-pD_meZVUBfOvU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZC0ifUt6SpP3H-pD_meZVUBfOvU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZC0ifUt6SpP3H-pD_meZVUBfOvU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZC0ifUt6SpP3H-pD_meZVUBfOvU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, It was bound to happen sooner or later. I had a bad day. A day of confusion, miscommunication, and bad news. The day started off with a bang. I had scheduled a doctors appointment at the same time that Siri scheduled an event with her Mother. We were going to shop for the Wedding ring. It started out as a simple argument and grew and grew. No one ever wins one of these arguments. I knew &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/CE_yBqk-3l8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2010/01/my-worst-day-in-thailand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNRn0-eyp7ImA9WxBREUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-6024468725179581452</id><published>2009-12-30T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:23:17.353-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-30T00:23:17.353-08:00</app:edited><title>Wedding Certificate</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=6024468725179581452" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/6024468725179581452?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/6024468725179581452?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/V7745O9ywEs/wedding-certificate.html" title="Wedding Certificate" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WK487NvUQdA/SzIa-cWHl0I/AAAAAAAABqU/KFxsBrj8l50/s72-c/IMG00044-20091222-0752-705440.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/riXibrgBFcg_dc85qXrUebAreZY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/riXibrgBFcg_dc85qXrUebAreZY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/riXibrgBFcg_dc85qXrUebAreZY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/riXibrgBFcg_dc85qXrUebAreZY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It is finally official.  Siri and I are destined to be together forever.  The day started out normal enough.  I stayed over at Siri's house in their extra bedroom so I can get up early and go to the consulate to get our Marriage certificate.  We needed two witnesses, so we asked Siri's parents to join us.

As is normally the case, I woke up extremely tired and without enough sleep.  I had my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/V7745O9ywEs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2009/12/wedding-certificate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IHQXg_eip7ImA9WxBREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879929063834533444.post-8881122580740991080</id><published>2009-12-29T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:38:50.642-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-29T11:38:50.642-08:00</app:edited><title>Living in Bangkok</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879929063834533444&amp;postID=8881122580740991080" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/8881122580740991080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879929063834533444/posts/default/8881122580740991080?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~3/bOup7i1JUXw/living-in-bangkok.html" title="Living in Bangkok" /><author><name>Eric Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07101853595701953636</uri><email>barnes.eric@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06401578960563277391" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_ce6WJiYKbEIHfM1peTKcjDHw4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_ce6WJiYKbEIHfM1peTKcjDHw4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_ce6WJiYKbEIHfM1peTKcjDHw4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_ce6WJiYKbEIHfM1peTKcjDHw4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Several weeks have passed and I am loving Bangkok.  Being with Siri has turned my life upside down.  I don't know how I have lived without her.  All I want to do is make her happy 24/7.  And, she does so much for me.  When I'm around her I forget all my worries. 

My apartment here is nice and cozy and has a great location.  I still haven't gotten used to not having a car and taking the skytrain &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Fswk/~4/bOup7i1JUXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.siripun.net/2009/12/living-in-bangkok.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
