<?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-1981076024907716913</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:34:44.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RB1214: You Decide</title><subtitle type='html'>YOUR FATE IS IN YOUR HANDS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-336994981729951046</id><published>2009-06-25T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:48:58.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Made</title><content type='html'>I've made my decision finally. I will be using the services of both Tumblr and WordPress as I just couldn't seem to decide which of which I wanted to use. And so they both have their own individual touch of Moyness to them, I've given them specific types of postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use Tumblr for the postings of videos, pictures, or any other discussion of topics that other people are interested in such as recent current events or events regarding the past such as the whole 2008 election last year. That content could be found here: &lt;a href="http://www.rb1214.tumblr.com"&gt;www.rb1214.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WordPress will be used for sort of the same purposes as this blog. To continue with what's going on in my life and how I feel about things that are happening to me personally and/or talking about things I've been thinking about lately. That stuff can be found here: &lt;a href="http://www.rb1214.wordpress.com"&gt;www.rb1214.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this blog, you never know when it may arise again, but there is no guarantee that those other two blogs will live on forever as well. One of these three will end up becoming triumphant and being the last one standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, go ahead and read what is posted on those blogs. Thank me for now you have more to do on the internet than refreshing your Twitter page or watching lame YouTube videos all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-336994981729951046?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/336994981729951046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=336994981729951046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/336994981729951046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/336994981729951046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/06/decision-made.html' title='Decision Made'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-2428690789153643419</id><published>2009-06-25T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:16:21.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Again</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling like I needed to move elsewhere. Blogwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need a different place to blog again and I know it's beginning to get confusing as I always end up switching places when it came to blogs. But this isn't a definite move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like this layout here on blogspot and even though I could always change and swap to a new theme, this was the only theme that I liked in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to check out two blog sites and see how comfortable I am there. I like Tumblr's ability for you to take control of customization by letting you mess with the HTML coding and I love Wordpress's simplicity and straight-to-the-point feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot to me now seems a little clunky and I don't know why, but I've had this feeling for a while now. I have no idea why. But that's not to say that Blogspot is like the horrid Xanga which I despise. (exaggeration intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are the two blogs that I've set up. I'll see which one I like. All I can say is that Wordpress is winning right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rb1214.tumblr.com"&gt;www.rb1214.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rb1214.wordpress.com"&gt;www.rb1214.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, see you here or one of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-2428690789153643419?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/2428690789153643419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=2428690789153643419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2428690789153643419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2428690789153643419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-again.html' title='Moving Again'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-8094026304693907787</id><published>2009-06-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:14:49.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeled In</title><content type='html'>On lonely summer days (or any other regular day) such as today, my "favorite" activity is to lay back in silence and think of anything that just suddenly pops into my head. To be more precise, I reflect on who I've been and what my life may mean to others or what my existence means to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn a lot about myself and about other things through just a few hours of thought to myself and I always end up trying to find ways to resolve a few issues and other concerns that surround or involve my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what I think of can be a very happy thing such as knowing that I have some friends that actually care about me or they could deeply sad things like I do have the possibility that I may fail at becoming a director or be a horrible guy in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I use my alone time to ponder upon the many different scenarios and hypothetical situations that my brain cooks up and try to figure out what I would do if these all occurred in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hours to myself so mind as well try and set up everything as real as possible so of course I wouldn't think that if someone were to rob my house, I would attack straight on. I really just wouldn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a dangerous issue requires quick-witted action, but questions always pop up such as what kind of resources are in the room can I use to defend myself, is there another room I can escape to with a door I can lock, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's besides the point. Basically, I find myself thinking for a long time and it's usually something derogatory on myself. I can't help but see myself in a negative light and I usually think that I am a nuisance to the people who are forced to be around me or just happen to have me in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been following this blog since its beginning, you know I've had problems in being social and you know by now that I blame myself for everything later on for things in the past. Even those that may not have been my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience always tells me that those are all happenings of the past and that I should just let them go, but the more naive part of me always tells me that it will forever haunt me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually listen to Mr. Naive and try to become more quiet and silent, but I always fail at that. It's as if every time I try to be less and less in the picture of other people's lives, sometimes always back to bring me back in like a fishing rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it could be that I naturally have gotten to the "don't care what others say about you" attitude despite how I think that I still may care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing. At times of deep thought, I have the choices of listening to either suggestions that my brain comes up with or I could just ignore both and not really care about anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it doesn't matter what choice I make because I always end up doing the same things all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being stupid and doing stupid things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-8094026304693907787?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/8094026304693907787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=8094026304693907787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8094026304693907787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8094026304693907787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/06/reeled-in.html' title='Reeled In'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6778947921954699978</id><published>2009-06-20T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:26:44.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No See</title><content type='html'>Although I always want to do certain activities over the summer, even those that I could do on any other regular day, I always happen to not do them and complain to myself that I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples may be that before school ended, I wanted to watch a couple of movies or play a few video games, but I never fulfill these requests when I finally get the chance. It's annoying that I don't do what I want to do because I choose not to do what I want to do. Sometimes smacking myself in the head is a great alternative to knock some sense back into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is besides the point. The feeling of summer may just have that effect whereas it just makes me so lazy that all the many different activities that I wanted to do that were considered "lazy work" just aren't lazy enough to reach my level of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? But there can be other reasons. The reasons being that I'm still entirely pooped by two days of filming on Wednesday and Thursday with my two best buddies. Or maybe it could be that I'm still trying to see what exactly I want on my iPod. Or maybe I just can't decide whether I want to watch Scrubs or X-Men or if I want to play Final Fantasy or the Legend of Zelda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard trying to decide which out of some many things that you want to do. Eventually it just builds up so much that you just don't any of them anymore and give yourself some time to think it over. But thinking it over can be such a long time. It can begin from the beginning of summer to when summer has finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently pondering upon what I want to do to be honest. I have so many choices to choose from, but I just don't know what to do. If there were a machine that would allow you to multi-task at everything you want to do and have the same enjoyment as if you were doing only one of each, then you bet I'd want to buy that machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, I'll be blogging it up here, I guess. It sure has been quite a long time though and I shall rebel against Twitter for destroying my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should spend more time here. So, until the next blog post, please enjoy Jon and I's new video, &lt;b&gt;Cereal Killer&lt;/b&gt;. I hope you all enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtYS8nvvW_c&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtYS8nvvW_c&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="460" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6778947921954699978?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6778947921954699978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6778947921954699978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6778947921954699978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6778947921954699978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-see.html' title='No See'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-690721357174877165</id><published>2009-06-16T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:54:02.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Wonderful Life</title><content type='html'>After my grandmother passed away in 2005, it was time I had to do things all on my own. But since my older brother was just like my grandmother in taking care of me, I decided to not grow up and do things all on my own and took advantage of my brother's kindness of continuing what my grandmother was already doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was a big baby. But that's what I was. I was a boy in his middle school days needing his older brother to help him from crawling to walking and everyone was pressuring me and looking down on me for always depending on my brother for almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through middle school, I also had to dealt with growing up that I can't have everything I want and that things cannot go my way and so in order to make it my way, I tried to make everyone feel sorry for all the things that they've done to me or try to find some way to "get revenge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in short, I had to deal with all the consequences of not knowing that not everything can just go your way. I humiliated myself by always making things bigger than they seem and wanted everyone to think of me as the guy who was destined to go to hell or marked for death. Really stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted all of that behind me and I wanted to pretend like none of that stuff ever happened. But we all know that you can't put everything behind you like that even if it's so big that it's affected a part of your social life or any other part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of freshman year, I thought, "Maybe I should show people I could change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and I ultimately failed. I succeeded in changing, but I feel like that I have morphed into a bigot and an ungrateful jerk. I feel like everything has just gone wrong and I'm worser than what I've been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changed at all except the chains on my brother's wrists have gotten looser and for that I still feel angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I feel like I've failed in being the person I've always wanted to be. The guy who just wanted to make everything better. The person to brighten up a person's day, but I feel as if I've never done so. In fact, I don't think I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after doing something that has made me look horrible or doing something that I'm completely against, I suddenly reflect on all the things that I've done. Even the things that I wished I could put behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the small things and tiny problems that don't really matter anymore suddenly become a big role in my thoughts and they only add on to how my account myself to all the bad things that have happened in everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never think before I act and it's because of that that I always wish that I never communicated with anyone including my brothers and always kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that I just add on stress to others and that I have a very annoying personality making me want to never speak to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel responsible for things that may not even be anyway affiliated with me and I always feel like I've changed and become a punk just to hide everything that's actually hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I can never open up to anybody and that people will never realize that I'm just so confused in my head and I don't know who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I could get that feeling where I wish I had never been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how things would be like if I had been born to another family or if I were nothing at all. Never existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when my imagination turns dark and leaves me in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I had never been born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-690721357174877165?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/690721357174877165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=690721357174877165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/690721357174877165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/690721357174877165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-wonderful-life.html' title='It&apos;s A Wonderful Life'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6310470967909544919</id><published>2009-06-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:21:07.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@You</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"tweets do destroy a lot of blog content, I'm actually about to write my first blog worthy entry in a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reply to moymoy1214 from yulster&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Twitter happened, I haven't really been giving out the blog posts that those who read this blog deserve. Of course, I really don't care because none of my friends know about this blog at all unless they've become a stalker and searched my name up on Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Twitter is efficient in enabling me to easily say what is on my mind and get straight to the point in 140 characters or less instead of long paragraphs of details, it destroys the point of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, blogging means to give as much information or as much backbone to a certain subject until you've proven your point or you've basically finished the campfire story you wanted to broadcast to those whom you'd rather communicate through paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter cannot provide that. However, I cannot fully blame Twitter for "destroying" my blog. It may just be me who decided not to blog that much due to my cut from making video blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I don't want to share as much as I used to because the stuff I used to share were just things that nobody really cared about. That could possibly be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But blogging used to be my way of passing time and now that Twitter can already shorten things a great deal for me, I have more than hour's worth of extra time. I usually spend around 30 minutes to an hour typing blogs as I used to always make sure that I've proven my point on a subject or what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us just hope that I come back to blogging some day and I hope that others will not give up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the only issue about my blog right now is the Picture of the Month because due to being unable to access my digital camera and the camera of my iPhone, I can't get any pictures uploaded as soon as I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess also because whatever pictures are taken on my iPhone are already uploaded onto Twitter. But who's to say that the POTM always had to be a surprise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until then, don't follow me on Twitter and come here and read what's cooking. I'll be sleeping for the whole vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This blog is becoming a rant center for profanity. Why must I soil my blog with naughty words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6310470967909544919?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6310470967909544919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6310470967909544919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6310470967909544919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6310470967909544919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/06/you.html' title='@You'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4907364128362084438</id><published>2009-05-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:21:44.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>I can just never stop thinking of different ways to make people happy in my head. How I can brighten up someone's day or how I can show them how much I appreciate them or show they we do have some sort of bond that either makes us family or friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only issue is that I can just never make those thoughts into a reality...or well, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my friends tell me that everything is going just fine and that I need not do anymore for them because it just makes me sadder and sadder because I feel like I haven't done enough for them. And if I keep up that attitude, the more I'll start to think they're just saying that so I don't have my feelings hurt and try even harder to make things up for my "un-appreciation". (not even a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my friends are just happy that I always think about them and that I always want to try and help them besides all the failures I've done for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always set up my own image in my head that I'm just ungrateful or a bad guy and that I shouldn't really have any friends because of my personality. It's just the way I've felt. I'm always just trying to find some way to bash myself against a wall, figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just never stop trying to find ways to make up for all my failed attempts to do something right and I can just never stop being a downer on myself for all of 'em. But I guess that's what makes me so likable to my friends. Because I'm trying to do something for them and at least keeping them in mind almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also pretty sure they know that I have a lot of other things in mind that I have to take care of and that I just don't have all the time in the world to do everything that I want to do and they understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing that my friends are already happy that I'm always thinking about them makes me happy and laugh at how weird and ironic that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would end this post negatively, but I wouldn't want to bring you peeps down knowing that I'm still be hard on myself. So, I'll let you guys go living on your life without me dragging behind you hanging onto your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, see you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4907364128362084438?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4907364128362084438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4907364128362084438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4907364128362084438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4907364128362084438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-me-happy.html' title='Make Me Happy'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4680049339636940641</id><published>2009-05-28T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:18:26.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluation</title><content type='html'>Eleven more days of school are now left in the school year and I can say that the end of the school year has never been so stressful in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on my previous school years on the last weeks of school, I have never been so worked out and praying to God that the end of the school year came. However, some things never changed from this year and all the other years before. One thing that stays the same is that I want the school year to end, but also don't want it to end, but not for the same reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had these feelings before because there were some people that I knew I wouldn't see on my two month vacation and I knew I was going to get a little lonesome and miss those peeps for a while, but this year, I don't really care about that. All I care about is that I pass my Spanish class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for the past three months or so, I've been complaining, week after week, that I was playing tug of war with my Spanish grade and that I needed to bring it back up to at least a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, I finally got a B- in the class and I was all happy and lily. Then one week goes by and I finally get to check my grades to find out that my grade lowered back to a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over the assignment and other than finding out that my teacher still hadn't counted some of the grades of other assignments, test, and quizzes that should have been graded and put up already, she didn't count one assignment and said that I didn't do it even though I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the frustration and agony of just thinking about me having, yet again, another possibility of going to summer school, I was just thinking about how horrible my teacher really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really tiring and I still don't understand why I didn't decide to switch out of that class when I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that my teacher could just evaluate everything we do and put up on the grades and return us back our papers right away so we can see what mistakes we're doing, but instead, we have to find out ourselves what we're doing wrong when we can't do anything because we are only students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me continue falling into pieces as I crash on my bed and have the sudden feeling of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had this much difficulty trying to pass one class. That thing that happened back in 7th grade was not as bad and that was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always that one teacher that is just the worst out of all your classes. I've been having that ever since the sixth grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4680049339636940641?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4680049339636940641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4680049339636940641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4680049339636940641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4680049339636940641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/evaluation.html' title='Evaluation'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1202586416923209230</id><published>2009-05-24T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:40:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brosnesses</title><content type='html'>This three day weekend couldn't have any more perfect and relaxing. It's times like these where I'm very happy and am only sad about one thing for just a little while and then I get a little pick-me-up from somebody or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been following me on Twitter or have been capturing a few hints from any of my blog posts this whole month, you would have understood that I'm very stressed out and that the thought of school and everybody there has just been antagonizing me and I really needed to get away and leave all those things behind for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I feel guilty saying "everybody" in general because it includes my own friends, but I'm sure they understand as everyone feels this way and I have no guilt in saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I abused this three-day Memorial Weekend to go back home to San Diego and spend some time with my other older brother, Anthony, who is usually missing in action back home. I haven't really seen much of my brother since the closing of 2008, but it was definitely refreshing seeing him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since about 5 or 6 o' clock yesterday, the brosness and I have been practicing my hitting in baseball so I don't screw up and embarrass myself in softball at school for P.E. I haven't "played" baseball since first grade when I was put on the Pinto league Padres because I wanted to hang out with two of my friends after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the best, but my brother has helped me improve my swing and we've just been having a good time lately and you wouldn't believe how refreshing it is to have some fun and relax time again with my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to make it better is if our brosness, EJ, were to tag along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had all the time in the world to spend more time with my brothers like today and yesterday. I still can't believe that one day, we'll all have to go venture by ourselves and do whatever it is that we want to do and we'll have less time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that I had more time. But I guess I should really do as much as I can possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my brothers. Well, good night, my peeps. Someone's gotta go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1202586416923209230?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1202586416923209230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1202586416923209230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1202586416923209230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1202586416923209230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/brosnesses.html' title='Brosnesses'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7332158413001498173</id><published>2009-05-21T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:25:32.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Episode?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrCNqG4Y824&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrCNqG4Y824&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two weeks since the last Yul-a-Hov episode has been up and after two weeks of difficulty with the YouTube uploader, we were finally able to upload the third episode to the second season of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, over the two weeks, I heard nothing of our viewers of the show which is basically just our friends. In fact, some people didn't even have a clue that the new season even started despite how many times we said it would begin on Ulster's birthday a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little disappointing that I still haven't heard anything from anybody that they've actually been keeping track with the show. The view counts are not enough proof that people are watching as some of those views are from me to see if the video has improved from standard quality to high quality on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little down on the show and I think that the show must end before I find out for myself that nobody's been watching at all. As much as I love to edit and put videos together and test things out, it feels like I'm doing some hard work for no apparent reason and only to satisfy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault if I continue to waste my time making these, but I'd appreciate it if people watched the show even though it could be boring at some times. But that's why the show is only directed towards those who know the cast and crew of the show personally because they would probably be the only ones who would understand what's going on in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be a shame if the show ended with this third episode because the upcoming episodes look pretty good especially the next two following this one. So far, only five episodes have been completed and if I find out that nobody is watching, then I guess we'll never reach the WingStop Chronicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully I hear from the "viewers" soon.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, enjoy this episode until next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7332158413001498173?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7332158413001498173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7332158413001498173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7332158413001498173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7332158413001498173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-episode.html' title='Last Episode?'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5600686511354057746</id><published>2009-05-16T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:05:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Fault is it Anyway?</title><content type='html'>Some people should be familiar now that I become quite melancholy whenever I feel like I've done something that has screwed up an old friendship or just screwed up any relationship with anybody. I always feel bad if something was ruined because of me whether I feel it at the time it happened or maybe even years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt bad and thought that I was a bad guy because some people stopped talking to me and some people just didn't like me. I'm always hard on myself and making myself worser than I really am although I still think I'm a pretty bad guy. I don't like admitting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought I was just some jerk even though that's not who I want to be, but some of my friends tell me that I'm not a jerk at all. I look at these guys and I see that they think I'm just the regular old dude that anybody could hang out with if they got the chance to know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I think, what caused my relations with all my old peeps to just fade and disappear? Was it because of who I was back then and whatever I did or was it just because they didn't really understand the way I acted, the way I joked, and when I was being serious or not like those who say I'm not a jerk and I'm perfectly fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder and I'd like to ask, but something tells me that I already know the answer. I've already admitted countless times that me, myself, and I have been responsible for screwing up what others thought of me, but I never took the time to actually see what I thought of them or how they could have killed our friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever did that and the more I think about it, sometimes it was either just because they were friends of those who didn't like me or they just became a whole different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason why I don't like to think that way is because those were the excuses I used to use back when I was more sensitive when people didn't talk to me as much as they used to and called them out on something that wasn't even true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes another person and I would stop talking because one of us has moved on farther or one of us hasn't moved on at all. Maybe it's because this person just wants to get some things finished and can't have the other guy pulling him back into laziness. Maybe it's because of reputation or how you look to other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many explanations as to why some people and I have went separate ways, but I shouldn't be too harsh on myself that actually all of it was my fault. I should notice that some things just happened the way they did and that it wasn't anybody's fault. It could've just been the natural feeling that someone's gotta do their own thing and you continue doing yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always just wanted to be everybody's friend, but we all know that nobody can do that. I just wanted to be the guy that everybody acknowledged and everybody just said hi to, but sometimes life just doesn't roll your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if some of the things that made me lose a peer were my fault, I shouldn't keep thinking about it and label myself as a dick. I'm only in high school and there's no guarantee that I'll be seeing that person anytime after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be wasting my time on trying to make mends or reestablish old aquantiances that will only last for at most three years until graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to put some old junk behind me like some people I know. People who always tell me that I shouldn't think about it and that it wouldn't even matter at all in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I always treat these issues like they're always going to haunt me until I die? I waste hours and days and weeks on stupid stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DECIDE.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, i didn't even check this post to make sure it made sense.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5600686511354057746?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5600686511354057746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5600686511354057746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5600686511354057746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5600686511354057746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/whose-fault-is-it-anyway.html' title='Whose Fault is it Anyway?'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4009893866354749707</id><published>2009-05-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:54:16.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Out of Time</title><content type='html'>There's hardly ever a time where I feel like I'm running out of time for everything. This doesn't include running out of time for a test, a project, or running out of time to get to a certain place to meet someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is running out of time to pass my Spanish class with a B or higher, pass all my finals in the next four weeks, talk to the girl I like and try to actually become friends with her, spend all the time I can with my brothers, try to have as much fun with my friends as possible, and spend as much time as I can possibly have with my friends who are moving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what running out of time feels like to me. I feel like time is moving too fast or too slow sometimes. Sometimes I want time to move fast so I can grow up and enter the real world and find something real to complain about and desert all the crap I've had to deal with in the past. And then I want time to slow down because I feel that I still have much left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers are moving on and they can't stick around any longer to be with us as much as they already do or used to or they won't be able to help my mom support us as a family. There'll come a time where they'll have to leave and I'll be mostly alone to decide for myself and do things myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, there'll come that time where they're all too busy to play with their little brother and I won't be able to have some brotherly fun hardly at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll also come that time where all my friends will have to leave me one day to do what it is that they want to do. Although it's not as soon as my brothers', but time is approaching fast and I don't know who will still be with me after high school onwards. People are moving and friendships fade away if there are irrational disagreements or new changes in personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm running out of time for everything. The past four nights have been nothing but nightmares reminding me of all these scary things and these worries that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll never be able to show everyone how much I care about them. I feel like I'll never be able to show my mom how much I love her and I feel I have failed my grandparents and I feel like I'm destroying my judgment from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have to fix every mistake and make every right as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;br /&gt;I just need some time to get things sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll be trying to cope with everything as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4009893866354749707?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4009893866354749707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4009893866354749707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4009893866354749707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4009893866354749707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-out-of-time.html' title='Running Out of Time'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-863691043315858352</id><published>2009-05-10T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:49:56.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Office</title><content type='html'>This weekend isn't as relaxing as last weekend as one of the differences between this weekend and last weekend is that last weekend, I didn't have homework and school was almost erased from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been stressful and so has the week that has preceded it. One of the things worrying me right now is my Spanish test since my grade in that class has been playing hot potato with C and F. Currently, I have a C, but I'm panicking because I didn't write an essay which was part of the test on Friday because our substitute confused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I told the sub my confusion and he agreed to write to my teacher about the misunderstanding or the mix-up, I'm still afraid of what my teacher will do. Hopefully she'll be a good sport and let me finish the essay and hopefully get my grade up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, my Biology class has been given a series of projects that focus on the different systems of the human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was okay, but it didn't save me from my worries and aching head. So what do I do? I take advantage of the weekend and put my assignments aside and watch College Humor all weekend and film an upcoming CTF Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I did some spring cleaning and tried to organize my room again and make things clean and fix a specific part of the house where my old broken laptop lays untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned that area and now that it's much more cleaner and there's a little bit more room, it looks like I'll be using that part of the house again. And now that everything is clean and neat there again, that's the area I'll be doing all my video work such as editing, script-writing, and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just created myself an office. The only thing is that I need some sort of file cabinet so I could keep my scripts and notebooks for whenever I need them near my "office". I'll also have to move my other laptop there when it comes to editing since my broken laptop has more than just a broken screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you're all confused after reading this post and hopefully I could make more posts as much as I used to. It's just that Twitter is so efficient when it comes to having to broadcast something to your peeps and school is in the way of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a good one and Happy Mother's Day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-863691043315858352?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/863691043315858352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=863691043315858352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/863691043315858352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/863691043315858352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-cleaning.html' title='New Office'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5428867446525426779</id><published>2009-05-09T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:53:56.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1910517&amp;fullscreen=1" width="420" height="260" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1910517&amp;fullscreen=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1910517&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"  width="640" height="360"  allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video makes me feel sad just for the workers at College Humor for some reason. Watching this video yesterday made me imagine what it would be like when the main crew of Hardly Working becomes too old and have gone their separate ways and look back on videos such as these where they're having a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad thinking that some day that all these funny characters have to drift away and live a new life away from College Humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes me wonder if one day, I'll work in an office such as College Humor where I can do the same things as these guys. These guys influence me and as each new video is released, it presses me on forward to continue making videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five to ten videos released a week, College Humor is one of the sites that reminds me that I shouldn't quit doing what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, College Humor.&lt;br /&gt;If only I were a part of it. Just like what everybody else says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5428867446525426779?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5428867446525426779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5428867446525426779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5428867446525426779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5428867446525426779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1315708780409105953</id><published>2009-05-06T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:18:32.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five More Weeks of Hell</title><content type='html'>The last month of school has never been so cruel to me. I've been really busy lately with school work the past month and [maybe] a half trying to bring my grades up and trying my best to get the best grades as possible, but so far nothing is really working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting stressed out and I've been worrying so much over my grades and hoping that I don't end up becoming a C student. I've especially been worrying over my Spanish grade which I've been playing tug of war with because it keeps switching from a C to an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express how tired I am and how each day just gets worser and worser on me. My brain isn't really functioning and I'm getting sick of all this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably obvious by now that school has been a pain on my lower back as the blog posts have been coming less as the tweets from Twitter have been coming more and no videos have been produced. All script writing, too, have been reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really live my life because of what's going on and last week was probably the worst week I've had all semester. I'm at least happy that earlier this weekend was indeed what I needed. To be with my friends and family and just relax and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Let's hope school doesn't kill me in the next five weeks. And hopefully I can bring my grades up to quality grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the delay on the Pictures of the Month for March and April. I'll post 'em up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1315708780409105953?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1315708780409105953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1315708780409105953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1315708780409105953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1315708780409105953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/05/five-more-weeks-of-hell.html' title='Five More Weeks of Hell'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7687582675931551748</id><published>2009-04-28T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:33:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fair to be Unfair</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if there is anybody who never questions the ways of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always full of surprises and life is always one of the reasons why we fear things and why we don't some of the things that we want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times we say we hate life, we always end up cherishing it and protecting it from any harm. We claim that life has never been fair to us and usually we get the reply that life isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you think about it, life is fair. It may only seem unfair because it just doesn't fit to what we perceive is fair or it just doesn't come to our liking whether it be just one guy or a whole majority of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fair in one sense. For example, let's say you like someone and you want to ask her out, but you don't know what to do. Then when you actually get the guts to ask her out, you find out she likes someone else and you end up spiraling into depression. At that point you say life was unfair, but you don't realize that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because Life wasn't going to take away your interest's free will and manipulate her into liking you. That's the way I see it, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new thing that I've just been trying to figure out. Life is only giving us the ability of free will and fair chance. If someone is being completely bias or unreasonable and it's affecting you in some way that is disagreeable, then there's nothing you can do about it. Life isn't being unfair because it's giving people the freedom to have their own thoughts and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is unfair, but Life itself is not. Call it irony or whatever, but just try to imagine all these scenarios in the shoes of all people involved. It's the sad truth and just like one of my teachers always said, "The truth is unbelievable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order to make things "fair" according to what we think is fair, we make things called "laws" that only add on to the confusion of what fairness truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is fairness really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairness, just like Life, has a wide variety of interpretations. It doesn't have one solid definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas such as these leave us a vast array of imagination and creativity. One of the only good side effects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7687582675931551748?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7687582675931551748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7687582675931551748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7687582675931551748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7687582675931551748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-wonder-if-there-is-anybody.html' title='It&apos;s Fair to be Unfair'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-2843748488553920682</id><published>2009-04-26T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:34:01.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moy Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkDCMhcq06M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkDCMhcq06M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big sigh* Ever since Ulster got me into twitter, that's all I've been doing instead of blogging here on the blogger, but he and the Keejster were right. The convenient thing about Twitter is that you could summarize a whole blog post into just 140 characters like that and get everything straight to the point. At least, that's the way I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not only have I had quite a disappearance from blogging, but I've had an actual long disappearance from video blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly been a long time with my last video blog being back on December 29, 2008. I've had thoughts over these first four months of the new year if I should go back to video blogging, but the thought has always been scrapped at the end. There's just something I don't like about talking in front of the camera anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, many people told me that my videos began to drag on a lot and I talked about almost everything on my mind. Usually the first take of all my video blogs were just a bit less than half an hour. And editing that was hell because I wanted almost every piece of information that I said in the video itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, so I won't annoy anybody and so I don't have to waste my time, I left video blogging. But last night, I decided to come back just to make one video. I don't know if I'll actually be making video blogs again or if last night was just one -time thing, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll see you guys soon hopefully whether it be here, Twitter, or YouTube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-2843748488553920682?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/2843748488553920682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=2843748488553920682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2843748488553920682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2843748488553920682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/moy-returns.html' title='Moy Returns'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7002197922861057419</id><published>2009-04-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:14:38.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Love &amp; Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eARLIfQAAlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eARLIfQAAlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younha came out with her latest Koream album last Thursday and at first, I thought it would be downer since everybody was saying that she came back with a "cutesy image". By the looks of it, she did, sort of. With this new image, there were mixed reactions with the critics saying that it was good that she dumped her "boyish image" and her fans saying, "What happened to all her rock music?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with those reviews in mind, I listened to her new album. At first, I thought, "Hmm...seems okay," but the more I listened to it, the more I liked it. Sure, she may have come back with a new image, but that doesn't mean the way she sings has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new song (which is posted above) is a new favorite of mine from her and I'm looking forward to her future albums. So, all in all, I'm happy that Younha's newest album is not as bad as some people make it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to leave you all a good-bye, mind as well post the first song/video I heard/seen from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6DFaVTcEBg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6DFaVTcEBg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7002197922861057419?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7002197922861057419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7002197922861057419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7002197922861057419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7002197922861057419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/peace-love-ice-cream.html' title='Peace Love &amp; Ice Cream'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-8681412852001007262</id><published>2009-04-21T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:40:15.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All Ball-Sucking Douchebags</title><content type='html'>I think it's funny that some people set standards for what real true music is. I really don't care what is considered music or not because as long as it has a rhythm, melody, beat, or any other thing, it's music either way. Just because we personally don't like it doesn't mean it isn't TRUE music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of true music is so transparent that it doesn't even exist. I believe it's quite ridiculous that some people are dumb enough to say that there is true music or a song that truly sticks to its genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I'm tired of people saying, "This isn't real rock", "Pop is gay", "Rap is just saying words really fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people whine too much when it comes to what music really is just because a certain genre or song just doesn't fit what they like. And whoever goes against these people's opinions happens to be a ball-sucking douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if everybody was correct about what type of music is truly music and what bands or artists are the best, then I guess we're all freaking ball-sucking douchebags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-8681412852001007262?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/8681412852001007262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=8681412852001007262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8681412852001007262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8681412852001007262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-all-ball-sucking-douchebags.html' title='We&apos;re All Ball-Sucking Douchebags'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5779801131211680480</id><published>2009-04-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:40:19.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You and Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>22 years ago, someone who I feel is a very close friend of my family and I was born (I actually have felt like he was a part of my family). This person has inspired me the past three or four years to speak freely, to continue doing my thing, and to forget what all the other people say about my family and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Erwin, that's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Ulster Napoles' birthday and I gotta say that I'm thankful for my bros-nesses for meeting this guy because he has helped me with some personal issues with mine whether I've talked to him about it or not. Sure, he may not think he's a perfect role model, but there are some character traits about him that have made me try to become a better person just like how my older brother continues to do the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is Mr. Napoles very understanding and kind enough to help a high school freshman while he's busy with his fourth year of college, but he also provides us some entertainment that makes my brothers and I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I could go on right now, but I'd like to keep this post short and I bet Ulster's a bit overwhelmed by this post, I guess? But seriously, thank you, Erwin. Happy birthday and hope you have another good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...'course, we all remember last year when we ate Jack in the Box and your house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one final note, if there was no Ulster, there would be no Yul-a-Hov Show. And without no Yul-a-Hov Show, there would be no birthday present for Ulster. So here you go. The first episode of Season Two of the Yul-a-Hov Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday again, compadre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLaU-dspIVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLaU-dspIVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5779801131211680480?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5779801131211680480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5779801131211680480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5779801131211680480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5779801131211680480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-and-happy-birthday.html' title='Thank You and Happy Birthday'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5841799384767541506</id><published>2009-04-19T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:53:30.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know Why</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting conversations with one of my old buddies from the fifth grade last week during lunch at school which touched on the subject of staying fit and/or exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very interesting and he and I talked about it because I, myself, have tried to lose weight, but we all know that I'm really that lazy and don't want to do all the work if it means that all I'm going to feel is pain. Personally, I believe my only exercise is playing sports because playing basketball and any type of football is okay by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than losing weight or staying active, doing the traditional run and jog is always so boring and gets you tired right away. Sure, it makes you sweat faster, but do you really think you could keep that up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out that it's much more easier for someone like me to lose weight by playing sports than running because for fat people like me, running is difficult and just boring as hell when all you're doing is just moving your legs and looking ahead of you. Now running whilst playing a game is much more entertaining and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, back on topic, my friend tells me that there really is no point in exercising if all you're going to do is try and reach and ideal weight and then quit after you've reached your goal. I can't help but agree and I know most of you out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to exercise at all if you all you're going to do is burn a couple of pounds and then leave your diet after reaching the type of body you want. You just gotta keep going at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with muscles. I always thought that once you got old, your muscles wouldn't be of any use because you're too old and frail to actually do more than you could have in your much more primer years. In the end, the muscles turn to disgusting glops of flap. Think of flapjack pecs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, just keep exercising for as long as you can if you really want to keep in shape because there's no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer playing sports. Heck, I wish I could play some basketball or football right now. Or badminton. Now those games are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and play now, but I got homework to do. Eh, you can't get everything you want. And that should be a lesson for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya, peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5841799384767541506?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5841799384767541506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5841799384767541506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5841799384767541506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5841799384767541506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know Why'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-2499961369245835317</id><published>2009-04-16T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:36:08.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially Impaired</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been in a little ditch right now and for a very long time now, I've just been overthinking things a little too much and now I'm unsure of what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, friendship (let alone social interactions) have always been a weak point in my opinion. I just can never hold on to them as I usually let go of them so fast that it's hard to grasp them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost some friends and I've gained some and if I'm lucky, I've conciliated with some. But there are times when I know that I can't put the full blame of an ending friendship all on me. Sometimes it's not even my fault. I may just address that it's all my fault all the time because I don't want to look like I don't see things from the other person's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's necessary to end friendships because you or the other guy have grown to liking in other things or you two just can't live side by side together in public anymore. What I'm saying is is that people change over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending friendships is sometimes some of the most hardest things you could do because before you do, you have to look back to all the things that you and your friend have done together. What if they helped you when you were sick? What if they worried about you or helped you when you were in a tight fix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, if they were a good friend, but you just want to part ways and just be classmates all over again, you'll feel pretty bad in the end for wanting to just end things. It's like breaking up with your girlfriend. It gets pretty awkward after the break-up unless you know how to deal with things correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But decisions and issues have come upon me and I think it's my fault that I just can't drive myself away from certain people. Despite how much I may be annoyed or angered by my peeps, I still happen to tolerate it and stick with them. I know that my peeps are good people, but that's not to say that even the good peeps could go sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a difficult decision and if you want to take specific peeps with you in your departure, then you're going to have to deal with convincing them as well to follow your lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to come up with solutions to these things and that's what I'm struggling with. I feel like now should be the time where I leave my peeps behind and move on to find some new peeps. I was in fact considering switching to TVHS, but of course, I don't think that'll help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think I should hang out with people who are more like me. I guess next school year I should abuse the power of high school clubs and see if I enjoy any of them and can befriend some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difficulty there though is that I'm not really the "coolest" guy around and I may not be the most fun guy to talk to when you don't know anyone else at a party. Geez, I don't know how I got on to have friends in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know that I shouldn't leave my current peeps behind, I have to move on and find a much more comfortable setting for myself so I don't start spiraling again and so I can really enjoy my high school life without anybody criticizing me or just plain out casting me out because of irregular circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reintroduce myself to some new people, but I just don't have the skills to and, for some reason, I just want it to happen without me even noticing the new bond between me and another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then, I'll just have to wait and see. I wonder if high school will get any better with all the weirdos there are walking around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-2499961369245835317?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/2499961369245835317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=2499961369245835317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2499961369245835317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2499961369245835317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/socially-impaired.html' title='Socially Impaired'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-8062812890549299939</id><published>2009-04-13T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:35:19.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, Not Thirsty</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do with these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I put 'em on all these scars? Do I sell 'em to somebody else? Am I supposed to suck it all up and move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the purpose of these things besides to regrow them and make some juice out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because right now, I don't have the answers. It hurts to know that I'm a different person now. I guess I really meant it when I said that growing up will definitely not be to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, tell me, what do you do when life gives you lemons?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-8062812890549299939?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/8062812890549299939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=8062812890549299939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8062812890549299939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8062812890549299939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-not-thirsty.html' title='Sorry, Not Thirsty'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3554901697178453715</id><published>2009-04-09T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:46:20.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing It 70's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Yul-a-Hov WingStop Chronicles Intro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LweaEXZhXIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LweaEXZhXIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, another thing to get you back into the Yul-a-Hov spirit and to prepare you for the upcoming new season which premieres on April 20th specially for Ulster and his 22nd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! You'll be seeing this again in the show real soon. I'm actually thinking of this replacing the intro we've already made due to the song by Curtis Mayfield being under Warner Music Group, but we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder if we'll ever get a new theme.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3554901697178453715?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3554901697178453715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3554901697178453715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3554901697178453715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3554901697178453715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/doing-it-70s.html' title='Doing It 70&apos;s'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4065517939861150340</id><published>2009-04-08T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:32:29.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABAC</title><content type='html'>Annoyed By A Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of technical problems in my life the past four years and they've always been so frustrating I ended up slamming my desks from frustration or just slamming my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you old readers who've been following my blog since its birth in August '07 may remember my post: POBAC which meant "Pissed Off By a Camera".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here you go. The sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just come home and finally decide to upload some old videos and pictures from my iPhone and my digital camera so I could put them all up in my external hard drive for safekeeping, but for some odd reason, my computer won't allow them to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No autoplay options come up and the default program for them both to open up in won't open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPhone works on iTunes, but it doesn't open up when I first plug it in and the autoplay option doesn't open up. My camera's screen doesn't turn black which signifies that the computer is now reading it and instead, I stare at the frozen still image of a picture I took with my grandfather about two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was starting to become a nuisance, so I restarted my computer in hopes that my computer's settings will refresh. But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer still could not read any of the devices I plugged in except my external hard drive and my brother's wireless mouse. To see if it was the devices and not the computer itself, I tested them on my brother's computer and they successfully opened to their corresponding programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little frustrated, I returned to my computer and plugged them in. Still nothing. There couldn't be anything wrong with the USB ports or else I would've gotten the message saying that nothing could be read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? Not even a little message addressing the error? Funny that the sound to alert you that your device was plugged in and working was all screwed up when I turned on my camera and was normal with my iPhone, but with nothing happening still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that I'm beginning to become annoyed and to know that my computer is acting funny is making frustrated. I'm a little bit angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to virus scan to see if I have anything wrong, but Norton and its "back-up plan" is getting in the way so I can't really scan anything. Maybe one more restart of the computer and if it doesn't work, it's scanning time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking out my plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4065517939861150340?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4065517939861150340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4065517939861150340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4065517939861150340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4065517939861150340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/abac.html' title='ABAC'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1417455260113870869</id><published>2009-04-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:25:40.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chapter</title><content type='html'>Well, another piece of YouTube history has just been made with the achievement of Lucas Cruikshank whom most would remember as Fred from YouTube and making it to over a million subscribers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is, congratulations Fred even though you annoyed the crap out of me last Spring. I do praise Lucas here though because he's doing this whole Fred character for the kids and he's aware of how annoying his character could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just great how he still does this completely annoying character that may also be annoying to him just to entertain the little kids that surf YouTube or the peeps out there who just love his kind of material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, what surprises me is that the YouTube "stars" that have risen only in the past year and a half are the ones that are rising in the most subscribed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Smosh really has to compete. I still remember Smosh being one of the first YouTube videos I saw back in late 2005 when I searched "Pokemon". They've really come a long way and I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could say the same here with Fred except he's been around for a shorter time span (although earlier videos of him were up in 2006; yet unpopular at the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one last final note (again), I congratulate young Lucas for his achievement and creating the Fred character. I know it's not that big of a deal in real life, but this is just the beginning of a few things for some 15 year-olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, congrats Fred.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's weird that I may older than you by a few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1417455260113870869?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1417455260113870869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1417455260113870869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1417455260113870869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1417455260113870869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-chapter.html' title='Another Chapter'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6678716709786782831</id><published>2009-04-02T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:15:02.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Filmmaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/B2928C64691B81C5&amp;hl=en" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/B2928C64691B81C5&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"WATCH ONE MAN MAKE A FEATURE FILM ENTIRELY ON HIS OWN.&lt;br /&gt;- An entertaining series, part comic, part informative, part plain crazy! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the actor, the editor, the set designer, the director, the colourist, the best-boy and the gaffer - in fact I am every role in the entire credits list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness the struggle, the setbacks, the highs and lows as I fight the odds; and see the process of filmmaking like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support me by watching my blogs, by subscribing and by spreading the word - I need all the support i can get to help get me up in the morning, to keep me focused and to convince the powers that be to distribute my film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully I can keep you entertained by showcasing my pain and struggle as I film high up in the Alps in the snow and gales entirely on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABI - my wonderful lovely beautiful girlfriend is filming the blogs i.e. of me making the film - she's not helping me film the film itself - an important point! :-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Hindle (aka &lt;i&gt;thelonefilmmaker)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is my hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6678716709786782831?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6678716709786782831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6678716709786782831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6678716709786782831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6678716709786782831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/lone-filmmaker.html' title='The Lone Filmmaker'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7370651544877536702</id><published>2009-04-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:38:42.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iTweet</title><content type='html'>Doing possibly nothing due to the whole Conficker thing is like how my life was like before I started going on the computer a lot. Wow. Does that male a lot of sense. But I'm now limited to what activities I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin introduced me to Twitter which I've been thinking of getting since maybe January to keep people posted on what I've been doing but later scrapped the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a "fun" thing to do when u have nothing else to do and I find enjoyment in just putting in a few letters and woes together on a screen and then posting it for stalkers to easily know what I'm doing without the hassle of training to become a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad though to have an iPhone to do some of the chores that I intended to do via internet. I know I can't do much with conficker around but yes. It's still a pain trying to write a blogpost on your iPhone because you really don't care about bad grammar and all that. As long as you got what you want to say down before it slips your mind. But then again, you may end up saying something that is completely outrageous in a way that may poison the way other people look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to mispell "duck" into two words that would most definitely be inappropriate in your tiny conversations with your parents in an email or text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, I'm just going to find ways on how to destroy conficker (if there is a way) after I turn on my laptop and happens to have that horrid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back and lay on my back as I read other peoples tweets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7370651544877536702?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7370651544877536702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7370651544877536702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7370651544877536702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7370651544877536702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/04/doing-possibly-nothing-due-to-whole.html' title='iTweet'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-2188296112567666297</id><published>2009-03-31T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:59:07.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Yul</title><content type='html'>*sigh* Hopefully I don't have the virus or tomorrow onwards will be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's just a hoax. Hopefully I don't get infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky to have a Mac, Erwin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-2188296112567666297?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/2188296112567666297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=2188296112567666297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2188296112567666297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2188296112567666297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-yul.html' title='Lucky Yul'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4614701053228826370</id><published>2009-03-30T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:31:30.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humorous</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3883636&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3883636&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting short. Inspires me to continue making videos and to make sure that all my work in the future show excellent quality and workmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, they have Amir and Streeter as the main stars...oh, and Dan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4614701053228826370?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4614701053228826370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4614701053228826370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4614701053228826370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4614701053228826370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/humorous.html' title='Humorous'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1924218528381097926</id><published>2009-03-30T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:46:50.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not For Kids</title><content type='html'>"Live life to the fullest."&lt;br /&gt;"Treat everyday as your last."&lt;br /&gt;"Do this..." yada-yada-yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe how many times I've heard these quotes before. Believe me, I've used quite a few of them. I know this post won't mean much after I've stated what I'm trying to put out there right now, but here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers don't really know what these sayings mean until life has finally brought its harshest upon them. Friday night, as I was about to hit the hay, I was thinking of what these sayings and proverbs meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't have any specific meaning. They just get straight to the point. Is the lot of words itself literally mean what they mean? Are we supposed to come up with our own versions of what each proverb means? Or do we really have to look into what it means according to who we are as people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It boggles my mind a bit. There was no way I could fulfill some of them. Some of them I'm still too young for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me think again. Can teenagers really say this stuff to each other? Well, yeah, but will it have as strong a meaning as "Enjoy your life while you still can. Work is Hell"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But until then, I don't think we're not really old enough to use any of these proverbs, analogies, etc. We still have a lot to experience. It's natural to me that teenagers do this, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering what's going to happen to me in later years.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not a kid anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1924218528381097926?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1924218528381097926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1924218528381097926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1924218528381097926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1924218528381097926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-for-kids.html' title='Not For Kids'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5573997540357075070</id><published>2009-03-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:05:30.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Definition</title><content type='html'>Does nothing have meaning anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no one really pays attention to the main idea of songs or movies are anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5573997540357075070?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5573997540357075070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5573997540357075070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5573997540357075070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5573997540357075070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-definition.html' title='No Definition'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3183811701050206838</id><published>2009-03-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:05:55.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Not Your Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;She's My Girlfriend (3.2009)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5uzkDXg5K0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5uzkDXg5K0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can videos like this possibly be the reason why Zach and I can't get girlfriends? *scratching beard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but I tried to fix the audio in this video, but I just couldn't. I mean, editing this video at 2 in the morning isn't easy when you were already tired filming to begin with. But enjoy what you got and tell me what you think. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3183811701050206838?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3183811701050206838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3183811701050206838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3183811701050206838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3183811701050206838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-my-girlfriend.html' title='She&apos;s Not Your Girlfriend'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5892561416509553219</id><published>2009-03-23T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:59:51.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Last night was my mom's birthday and to celebrate, we went to a Chinese Buffet with Jon and Zach as our guests. It would have been great for me if it hadn't been for my digestive system choosing the wrong times for me to "release".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally am not a fan of using public bathrooms in public places, but I really had to go badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving in the bathroom, I found out that there were only three stalls. It was kind of cramped and I'm just glad that nobody else was in there but me. But what I found in the bathroom was grotesque and it was exactly like how my school bathrooms look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stall on the far left was clogged with someone else's leavings and the stall on the far right was also clogged and had a broken toilet seat that could have fallen into the toilet or dropped to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That left me with one choice which was the stall in the center, but I wasn't sure which out of all stalls was more disgusting because this one, although nothing was clogged and nothing was broken, had crap spread all over one side of the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I still don't have my sense of smell back from my sickness 'cause I would've hurled into the toilet and had no place to do my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Keejster randomly comes inside the bathroom and helps me out and takes four of the toilet seat coverings and covers the smeared pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, that was one of the most disgustingly insanitary situations I've ever been in. Eh, at least there was no "Happy Hour" writing in the stall I was using. I just wish that the guy who came into the bathroom eating an ice cream didn't see come out of the stall after I finished and gave me a long stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amusing though when he started talking on the phone and sounded angry because all the toilets had little gifts for anyone who wanted 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he ever finished that ice cream cone. I know Jon and I got some afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5892561416509553219?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5892561416509553219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5892561416509553219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5892561416509553219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5892561416509553219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/chocolate-ice-cream.html' title='Chocolate Ice Cream'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4425616105769525095</id><published>2009-03-22T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:35:18.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it Weren't For You</title><content type='html'>If it weren't for the birthday girl, nobody would know this weird, squishy teddy bear that everybody loves to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my weird genes came from her though. (Not saying anything about my dad, btw.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4425616105769525095?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4425616105769525095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4425616105769525095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4425616105769525095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4425616105769525095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-it-werent-for-you.html' title='If it Weren&apos;t For You'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6538089291736336672</id><published>2009-03-22T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:43:50.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Litchfield</title><content type='html'>I was going to write a long, boring story about how Zach, Jon, and I were hanging out just a few hours ago, but I'm pretty tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that we made some stupid videos and didn't really discuss the way we thought we would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least we got some more videos of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;VideoID=53303823"&gt;The Mid-Life Crisis of Darth Vader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and videos that look like they belong in &lt;i&gt;Cloverfield&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6538089291736336672?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6538089291736336672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6538089291736336672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6538089291736336672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6538089291736336672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/litchfield.html' title='Litchfield'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6393458045537231962</id><published>2009-03-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:30:37.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where the Hell is Matt (2008)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Insert cliche remark about the video here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not willing to do so myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6393458045537231962?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6393458045537231962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6393458045537231962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6393458045537231962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6393458045537231962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/found-him.html' title='Found Him'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7952477478226894726</id><published>2009-03-20T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:44:56.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8:52</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm finally on break and I thought that this last week before break would be dreadful because it did start off pretty boring. I was struggling in keeping up with my Geometry class since I was gone for two days and I didn't understand most of the chapter we were on, I frantically searched through &lt;i&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/i&gt; for supporting quotes for my essay in English class, and I got an F for Spanish because I failed my last chapter test. Oh, and I had a mile run for my fitness test that I had to pass or I failed the whole thing and had to take a special P.E. class for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if the last week before Spring Break was the finishing blow to completely obliterate my report card and my grades. Seriously, it's the last week before a two week break. Of course I'm gonna get lazy and not want to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really didn't want to retake Spanish 1 and go to a special P.E. class next year. And I knew that if I let my Geometry test pass this time, I can't let it pass once it comes to the end-of-the-year tests that come up in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of pressure put on me so I decided to open my books, pull out some paper and pencils, and start studying and doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majestically, I passed all my tests. I got close to 100% on my Geometry test, turned in my English essay without trouble, and I was probably the only person in my Spanish class who got the quiz right. I felt accomplished and proud especially because I passed my mile run yesterday at a time of 8:52.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt great and very successful. I'm just really glad that Spring Break is here now. Now I could rest my brain and kick it with my bed and my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-night, my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sleeping like a [TEMPORARY] champion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7952477478226894726?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7952477478226894726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7952477478226894726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7952477478226894726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7952477478226894726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/852.html' title='8:52'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6585953349702563752</id><published>2009-03-18T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:28:57.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.U.</title><content type='html'>Two letters I saw that were on my progress report last night for my Spanish class. Apparently, I, as well as almost everybody else in my class, are either currently failing or close to failing Spanish class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you how bad my teacher really is at teaching. Not only that, but I have a classmate who dropped that class because she failed and many other people who have her in different periods who complain about how hard she makes things or how bad she is at teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I can't blame my friends because does snapping at students because they're trying to help each other under Spanish more and making fun of students who are having trouble in the language good teaching? It's even worse when our teacher only goes over things once and expects us to know everything right off the bat like we're supermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uproar that my Spanish teacher causes in all of her classes is amazing. I knew I should've switched out of her class. I just hope everyone can pass her class. I also hope everyone who has her would survive the first semester of Spanish 2 in one piece with her teaching being your first lessons in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta study for my test this Friday and my quiz tomorrow. Hopefully I get a decent grade to raise my grade up to at least a C or C-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll enjoy the stupid immature joke she put on mostly everyone's progress report. She actually admitted that the F.U. was intentional and meant something else other than failing and unsatisfactory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6585953349702563752?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6585953349702563752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6585953349702563752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6585953349702563752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6585953349702563752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/fu.html' title='F.U.'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3519442940494347799</id><published>2009-03-15T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:02:14.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Time to Shine</title><content type='html'>These past 10 days have been full of work, but I couldn't have enjoyed it more than ever. As many of my peeps know, I love to work in video production and there's just no way my love for it can ever die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a total of about five to six days on the upcoming Yul-a-Hov DVD which I'll be selling to family and friends for $5.00. It was a lot of hard work also because I had to portion my times of work with my times of rest since I was sick from a dreadful cold. Currently, I'm satisfied with what changes I've made to the DVD, but there's still A LOT more of the DVD that still needs to at least put into the video editing software I have. Most of them are still waiting in line in my hard drive folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gave myself a day-off to rest as we had an appointment with Matt at his house the next day. We went there and filmed a video for his and Ulster's song "Time 2 Shine" and we spent the rest of the day playing Street Fighter IV until we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I woke up at 8 A.M and fell asleep Sunday, 2 A.M. I began to edit Matt's video and we later went to Ryan Medel's house for his birthday. It was my second physical encounter with him and I dubbed him the nickname "Who's Julian". I'm not sure if anybody else besides Kuya Anthony would understand why that's his nickname, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ran into an old friend whom I haven't seen in quite a long time. Mr. Enrilo Ugalde. I missed that guy for a while and I was happy to see him and we all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I went back to editing Matt's video and it took over four hours to complete. It was hell, but it was a very fun project and I ended up making a new intro for Crazy Tape Films of 2009. I'm satisfied with the results. And here I bring to you, the video that took me over six hours to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=54096944"&gt;N2rK8 - Time 2 Shine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54096944,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54096944,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could kick back and relax...oh, wait, I still need to edit the DVD &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the Season 2 episodes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3519442940494347799?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3519442940494347799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3519442940494347799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3519442940494347799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3519442940494347799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-past-10-days-have-been-full-of.html' title='Our Time to Shine'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4048626737442442128</id><published>2009-03-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:15:11.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frgt/10</title><content type='html'>It started off with me wanting to leave all the bad memories in the past that really affected the decisions I make now. I wanted to leave all these horrible things I've done in the past and I just wanted to forget them. Later it evolved into me wanting to forget all the things that gave me that nostalgic feeling. I didn't want to do anything with the memories of the past unless it was just something I would bring up in a conversation with my brothers as a funny memory. But I didn't want the memories and decisions in the past get in the way of my choices today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in the process, I forgot one piece of my past. Almost completely. It's something I'm ashamed of and it makes me feel ungrateful and if I could, I would grab the non-sense out of me and smack some sense back into myself. I would school myself and re-teach him everything that someone else had taught me and I would school myself into re-learning and recognizing who that person was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised, no doubt, by a powerful woman and I just live life on without even one sign of gratitude towards her. The only times you hear me mention her is when her birthday is coming up or the day of her passing is nigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on so far that I'm beginning to lose who I was before. That's both good and bad. As I'm attempting to leave a much more angry self, I'm leaving all the things I've learned and all the things I've experienced during that time behind as well. I have to learn everything from the start again. I have to rebuild everything all over again using some bits of knowledge that I already absorbed during the time of my uncontrollable anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard job. But I just wish that there was some way where I can change and still have all the memories and love that I had before I decided to try and change. I don't want to forget. Everyday is like a new day for me. I feel the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know I'm trying my best. I know I make my mistakes and I know I always almost give up completely. But you taught me that I could always try again and try to restart and refresh and keep trying to get what's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you very much. And I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are my last words of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 77th Birthday, Lola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4048626737442442128?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4048626737442442128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4048626737442442128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4048626737442442128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4048626737442442128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/frgt10.html' title='Frgt/10'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7519946382975107473</id><published>2009-03-09T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:49:49.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Needs a Break Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW1pZ4YBfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/suT_THamgpA/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW1pZ4YBfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/suT_THamgpA/s400/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311351058479973874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick on Saturday morning. After two weeks of enduring all the sicknesses that were passed around like hot potato in my school, I finally got tagged. I'm sick once again and it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't get a break from the cold. And the funny thing is is that I always end up getting sick near vacation or break times from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I get to walk around with a tissue stuck up my nose like Amir from College Humor. But other than that, I could just lay back and go to sleep and eat chicken noodle soup (which is pretty good by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know that even on days where we need rest, we still need to do work. Homework. It's awesome when you get to miss school for a day so you could rest, but when you still have to do work, it just doesn't give you rest at all. I tried falling asleep more than ten times today after I woke up this morning so I could get more rest, but the stress of more work added on to me was just too much on my anus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also hard to get things done when you're sick so sometimes it's hard to meet the expectations that teachers have on you when you come back. It's as if they think you're superman after being absent for one day due to sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not complaining. I still end up magically getting most of the work done although it doesn't really do any good to my chronic headaches every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've only had two full-day absences and one-period absence in the entire school year. What I do at home on days where I miss school because I'm sick are really no different from each other. They're basically just comprised of the exact same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW3WehbZEI/AAAAAAAAALY/Tr8UgJXPuXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW3WehbZEI/AAAAAAAAALY/Tr8UgJXPuXQ/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311352932331643970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just being a good noodle and finishing all my homework before I return to class tomorrow. Mathematics and I have been on good terms, but we have had our rocky and bumpy sides on the road before. Although we're best friends, Math could really give me headaches when I'm sick and I have to think, but today, she decided to give me a break. Oh, how I love Math sometimes. I'm such an Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW3jUTU8oI/AAAAAAAAALg/GTORTVDbZjA/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW3jUTU8oI/AAAAAAAAALg/GTORTVDbZjA/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311353152926446210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, I was cheating on Math to work with another love of my life. Video production. Besides homework, I've been editing the upcoming Yul-a-Hov Show DVD which I'm really excited for myself. I've been psyched on making this DVD once I had some inspiration to make it and had an idea of what I wanted on the DVD. It's going to be great. Look in the above picture for some spoilers if you want. Screw you if you look! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW4hLmLBVI/AAAAAAAAALo/II6LkJGlp8E/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW4hLmLBVI/AAAAAAAAALo/II6LkJGlp8E/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311354215741457746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly, I just don't have the power to do all of these without taking a nap somewhere in between. Like I said earlier, don't expect me to be Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. That's all that really mattered to me. Well, you've all been notified of what's going on so far in March 2009 and I'll be posting going back to sleeping/editing/doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still psyched about the DVD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7519946382975107473?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7519946382975107473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7519946382975107473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7519946382975107473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7519946382975107473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/superman-needs-break-too.html' title='Superman Needs a Break Too'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbW1pZ4YBfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/suT_THamgpA/s72-c/IMG_0604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1085440998060005953</id><published>2009-03-06T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:18:14.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic: China Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3-5-09 China Town&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbILVVlZDjI/AAAAAAAAALI/xv2e4OR9Er0/s1600-h/3-05+China+Town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbILVVlZDjI/AAAAAAAAALI/xv2e4OR9Er0/s400/3-05+China+Town.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310319371822370354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach, Jon, and I began making comics together after we all shared some old comics, drawings, and stories we made from when we were in our elementary school days to last school year. We finally made one together yesterday. I'll be posting these whenever we get one done. Be sure to tell me what you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback. Much appreciated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1085440998060005953?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1085440998060005953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1085440998060005953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1085440998060005953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1085440998060005953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/comic-china-town.html' title='Comic: China Town'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SbILVVlZDjI/AAAAAAAAALI/xv2e4OR9Er0/s72-c/3-05+China+Town.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3824906797641432324</id><published>2009-03-06T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:35:02.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds Blowing</title><content type='html'>After school, Zach and I were walking to the Keejster's car to go home, but we had a good friend of ours with us and so we took a much longer way to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our usual route had Zach and I just going straight to the back of the school and meeting Kuya EJ in his car down a flight of steps, but since my old 5th grade buddy, Chris, was with us, we decided to take the route that required us to go around the whole school and going through its numerous fields and places where after school activities were held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done this twice already. Yesterday and today and for some reason, there's just something that I really liked about it. I'm able to talk to an old friend and a new friend and we're all just talking and just doing what friends do and we get to scavenger around the school and see what it is when most people are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school was mostly empty excluding the people who were still waiting to be picked up and of course the after school activities stated earlier. But as we were walking, I just saw everybody being cool with each other and nobody was in one specific group. Everybody was just friends. No one got mad at anybody and no one made fun of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt a bit more comfortable and happier at the scene. With the addition of three friends just talking about random aspects of life and discussing nothing but music and how funny some things are, I felt free and helped me relax and feel calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's winds also helped when it just brushed up against up and blew my hair back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those fifteen minutes of just walking to the car were great and they remind me of how great life could be sometimes when everybody gets along or just doesn't care about what other people say or do. We were also very different from how we interact during school hours and our action reminded me of the old nostalgic feeling you get when you watch movies such as &lt;i&gt;The Sandlot&lt;/i&gt; on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of the care-free days of elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I think it was just the winds that made me feel this way. The wind blowing against me is pretty relaxing and does make me think of good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss these times when they're gone. Just hanging out with my friends and enjoying as much of it as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3824906797641432324?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3824906797641432324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3824906797641432324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3824906797641432324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3824906797641432324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/winds-blowing.html' title='Winds Blowing'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-2612344185655427990</id><published>2009-03-03T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:45:42.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exitlude</title><content type='html'>The Keejster was driving me to school this morning while I was listening to some of &lt;i&gt;the Killers&lt;/i&gt; on my iPhone. That was when their song &lt;i&gt;Exitlude&lt;/i&gt; came up and I was suddenly reminded of Crash-ster and Dough-ster. Or the Crash-ness and Dough-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their deaths may have been prevented if someone had taken action for such an immature act for a grown male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only someone had helped us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid the price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-2612344185655427990?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/2612344185655427990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=2612344185655427990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2612344185655427990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2612344185655427990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/exitlude.html' title='Exitlude'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1311695884063604409</id><published>2009-03-01T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:38:25.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/Sar_ay85YiI/AAAAAAAAALA/WCoBYTCK__s/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/Sar_ay85YiI/AAAAAAAAALA/WCoBYTCK__s/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308335946628424226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup. I know some people have already seen this picture somewhere before, but this is totally what February was all about for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole month, Jon, Zach, and I have basically been kicking back filming and just plain old hanging out. In fact, Jon and I slept over at Zach's house last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that Jon got overexcited when he saw the board games while I had gas that I had to let out at the right times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all three of us just came up with great ideas for new videos that we hope to make soon and we're just hoping that some things will turn out great this month. So far only one video has been made by the three of us. A little cutback due to the weird weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, February is dedicated to my friendships with these three knuckleheads. One last thing: Jonathan can play basketball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1311695884063604409?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1311695884063604409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1311695884063604409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1311695884063604409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1311695884063604409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-of-month.html' title='Picture of the Month'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/Sar_ay85YiI/AAAAAAAAALA/WCoBYTCK__s/s72-c/IMG_0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-658557459921840422</id><published>2009-02-26T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:37:45.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The WingStop Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpZkT1Nz6ng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpZkT1Nz6ng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new season begins April 20, 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the WingStop Challenge. The season that some are anticipating to see so they could [re]witness the pain that the competitors had to go through. And for your own entertainment as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, this trailer, for the meanwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you DO enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-658557459921840422?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/658557459921840422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=658557459921840422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/658557459921840422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/658557459921840422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/wingstop-challenge.html' title='The WingStop Challenge'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7192649498324969186</id><published>2009-02-26T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:20:39.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Along</title><content type='html'>I'm disappointed to say that a friend of mine may be going the wrong path. I haven't really seen the guy since our eighth grade promotion back in June last year and I've only been able to talk to him via texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't talked to him in quite a while, a month and a half maybe, and Zach and I decided to talk to the old dude. Based off his language and how he talks, the dude is just a bit different. It wasn't surprising and it didn't anger me, but it did make some of my other friends a bit more angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all the talks that my friends had, a little issue that I've been ignoring was brought up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect people's views and what they have to say, but sometimes what other people say is just not my style and I question why I still hang out with these people. I tolerate it, but it just makes me feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of stuff is what pushes me to look out for some new friends. Look to see which other people I could talk to and kick back with. But that wouldn't be such an easy task as things just don't work out that quickly. It's not like I just jump into a group of people and I'm suddenly accepted. It usually takes time and of course, introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes introductions don't work. Some people just don't like to welcome other people. I don't mean to insult anyone, but I feel that it is time for me to get on with my school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people should know that it was my resolution to continue working hard, but some things have just been pulling me back so far that I can't fulfill it. I look up to some of my friends who have been in the same situation as me and have actually taken their work and future seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder how things just turn out and how my future will be. Will I still be loafing around shouting unnecessary comments such as, "Bacon!" and "Chicken Noodle Soup!"? Or will I be walking around campus with a group of mellow people and just looking forward to the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be honest and say that I don't believe the future is looking to bright. Maybe because of my current state. If there is one thing I'll have to say about the atmosphere in school is that there's too much nonsense going on. Things that shouldn't even be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not understand it because I treat everyone equally. But it's thanks to this nonsense that people see many things negatively which isn't the select group I want to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these where I look back at myself moping around and feeling depressed and I just want to smack myself. It's ridiculous how I let these things get to me. I should definitely know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to try and enjoy things more. I just need to find people I could share it with. I've been trying to look for some people of whom I could hang out with and just be cool with everything. No fighting and no bashing other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still disagree with some people and I do think that what some people say is actually pretty wrong and uncool, but I leave them be. I don't give my friends lessons or anything. I leave them to decide and see what they think they've done wrong is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to complain. We've all been doing it ever since we were babies. I'm ashamed of complaining about the dumbest things. I'm trying to find a way to discipline myself, but there really is no such thing. At least in my opinion. There has to be an influence such as an event or a person to keep it going. I currently don't have any inspiration, but I do know that something will happen soon where I'll know when the right time for anything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been tough and everybody goes through this during their teenage years. It's the facts of life. So along with my friend who moved away and apparently changed for the worse, I'll be moving as well. Right now, I don't know where I'm headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always call it a blind future. Eh, I'm still trying to get used to things. I still feel like I'm forgetting something. I feel like I've been forgetting the past. The same past that I wanted to forget, but the same past that taught me a lesson later on. Geez. I'm just a kid of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's a whole different story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7192649498324969186?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7192649498324969186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7192649498324969186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7192649498324969186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7192649498324969186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-along.html' title='Tag Along'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-2457377379988934654</id><published>2009-02-24T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:44:40.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoyMoy at His Best</title><content type='html'>I was called upon to read an essay I wrote for my English class aloud for everyone to hear. Thankfully, I was pretty much comfortable with everyone in the classroom as I pretty much worked with every single one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my essay and thanks to the observations of a friend of mine, I was practically shaking. My voice cracked and I messed up a couple of times, but besides those minor mistakes that some people make when trying really hard to imagine everyone in their underwear, I did okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was, until people started asking questions about my essay. I was pretty much relieved that I got the whole thing done with, but having to answer questions and trying to get them answered as quickly as possible just wasn't tickling my fancies at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the four questions were actually quite easy. But the other two, at the time, seemed like the oh-crap-gotta-think-fast type of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do and pressure began to build up on me and I just couldn't think. So I answered them pretty lamely and said, "How is that even important to this essay" or "to be honest, I really don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. It was not until I started brushing my teeth before typing this very post that the answers to both questions suddenly popped in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Answers: &lt;/span&gt;League of Women Voters and disease that causes paralysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamefully, I bowed my head down and got my hair covered in toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning my paper to the teacher, I sat back at my desk turned around and looked to my friend Kim and said, "That was nervousness at its best."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-2457377379988934654?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/2457377379988934654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=2457377379988934654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2457377379988934654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2457377379988934654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/moymoy-at-his-best.html' title='MoyMoy at His Best'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5191202280652084053</id><published>2009-02-22T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:50:41.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Words</title><content type='html'>I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have forgotten who I am, but I may have forgotten those who have made me who I am. It may be that I have forgotten so many people. So many times. So many influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greed for time to keep going so I could leave a horrible past has gone wrong as not have I only lost the painful memories, but the ones that have always brought me to laughter and always brought me up from the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all the people that I may have forgotten, I forgot about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ashamed. I feel like I've betrayed you. I feel wrong and I feel a deep sorrow. I feel like I don't deserve to live on. I feel like I don't deserve to have been called your grandson. I feel like I've thrown away all your love and teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have many regrets. You know that I'm trying my best to improve. But to move on and forget one of the people who was most responsible for making me feel like I could actually do something...just tears me to shreds. It kills me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I hope you know...that you're watching from above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can hear me say these three words to you.&lt;br /&gt;From the very same little boy that you raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, Lola.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you and that I miss you. And I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5191202280652084053?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5191202280652084053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5191202280652084053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5191202280652084053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5191202280652084053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-words.html' title='Three Words'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-680326020915285214</id><published>2009-02-22T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:33:46.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidiocy is Not a Word</title><content type='html'>I feel queasy. I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a jerk. I feel like I should do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not respond. I left without saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait until I know I could avoid. I want to punch myself in the face for what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could redo everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I have had quite a bumpy ride over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either people stomped on it or I made it seem that way to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until something does happen, I can conclude that &lt;i&gt;stupidiocy&lt;/i&gt; is not a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-680326020915285214?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/680326020915285214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=680326020915285214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/680326020915285214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/680326020915285214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupidiocy-is-not-word.html' title='Stupidiocy is Not a Word'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1506124526942320576</id><published>2009-02-16T00:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:48:31.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpsons Enters the New Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZGz1Ajg7QU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZGz1Ajg7QU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1506124526942320576?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1506124526942320576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1506124526942320576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1506124526942320576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1506124526942320576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/simpsons-enters-new-age.html' title='Simpsons Enters the New Age'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-8375178231249984167</id><published>2009-02-12T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:18:28.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry About Me</title><content type='html'>I don't want my problems to be a part of your burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the time is right for you to know, you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Moy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-8375178231249984167?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/8375178231249984167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=8375178231249984167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8375178231249984167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8375178231249984167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-worry-about-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry About Me'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-486565103030017009</id><published>2009-02-09T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:47:40.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>Even if there are some people who say they're not my friend anymore or that we're not as much friends as before, I still consider them a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite stupid shiz from the past, I put it behind as long as it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think of anybody whom I don't want to be friends with anymore because I'm just not that kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that people could make up for what they've done and people make mistakes every day. Just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make up for what I've done even though I'm kind of screwing it up with the shiz I'm doing now, but that's probably one of the best things a human could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to keep trying to improve themselves from past experiences and without ever putting themselves down in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this has ever crossed my old buddies' minds.&lt;br /&gt;It certainly has for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-486565103030017009?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/486565103030017009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=486565103030017009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/486565103030017009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/486565103030017009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7894187624856662701</id><published>2009-02-06T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:39:41.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SYzHGTx1hAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XkEv9jgfKTY/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SYzHGTx1hAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XkEv9jgfKTY/s400/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299829772710675458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, maybe not me. But YouTube has finally come up with a beta version of "YouTube TV" which allows you to watch YouTube videos via PlayStation 3 or Nintendo Wii. The news is somewhat old being released on the 15th of January, but I only checked their blog about once a month or every two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to check it out on my Nintendo Wii and I liked what I saw. Instead of loading the WHOLE page on my Wii, it only loads the important and essential things that make YouTube YouTube. All it loaded was the most viewed and favorites, several tabs at the top, and a search bar. Almost like the original web page back when it first started in February 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked it out and watched a few episodes of The Yul-a-Hov Show on there and it was great. Only bad side is that it's still in a pixelated quality, but then again, it is just the beta version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SYzKAaNWkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dNNSvjGcLFQ/s1600-h/youtube-iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SYzKAaNWkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dNNSvjGcLFQ/s400/youtube-iphone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299832969892368386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now they're trying to improve and spread YouTube everywhere. And I do love how there's an app made especially for the iPhone making it very easy to skim through videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the bad things about YouTube, I do love their latest improvements such as better quality choices, annotations, widescreen, personal comment removal, etc. YouTube has done well in improving their site by adding more things to make our videos better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a lot more they need to fix such as the Audio Swap, unfair privileges,  bugs, and more. But I love this new feature although I still question why I would browse YouTube on my TV than the internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;For more info: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/blog?entry=sDFlZe7FwJI"&gt;YouTube on Your TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a PS3 or Wii, the link is: www.youtube.com/tv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7894187624856662701?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7894187624856662701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7894187624856662701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7894187624856662701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7894187624856662701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-on-tv.html' title='I&apos;m On TV!'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SYzHGTx1hAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XkEv9jgfKTY/s72-c/IMG_0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3394533366649748623</id><published>2009-02-02T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:40:17.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SYeREj1N9aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8dmIOGs2Sdg/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SYeREj1N9aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8dmIOGs2Sdg/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298362994148636066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to find a good picture to represent the first month of 2009. This is what I've been having to look at all month. Basically, we've been more productive than ever in Crazy Tape Films and I'm certainly proud of it. We're all finally coming together and some new videos should be coming soon. Hopefully 2009 will the year of production. I'm looking forward to this year! w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so enjoy all you peeps and look out for new vids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's some Yul-a-Hov spoilers in that picture!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3394533366649748623?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3394533366649748623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3394533366649748623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3394533366649748623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3394533366649748623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/02/picture-of-month.html' title='Picture of the Month'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SYeREj1N9aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8dmIOGs2Sdg/s72-c/IMG_0818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3154671611523040994</id><published>2009-01-29T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:52:51.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Going On</title><content type='html'>Now is just one of those times where I have a sudden blank and a complete breakdown in my mind. It usually happens when there's too much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish my homework, but I can't because of this reason. I want to beat Final Fantasy IV for the Nintendo DS, but I can't because I got homework to do. I want to finish my homework because I want to get all my work done and be organized instead of waiting at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to edit some videos and the new Yul-a-Hov episodes and see what new things I could bring into the season, but I can't because my mind is too cluttered to see what kind of creativity could possibly appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write some scripts, but I keep thinking about my homework and playing FFIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to plan out some things this weekend, but I keep thinking of homework instead of the possibility of recording a new Yul-a-Hov episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to work out the schedule of the new Yul-a-Hov episodes this April, but I can't because I'm worrying over these things that are due for school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worrying about if I'll get these supplies I need in time and if I'll be able to finish this stupid Spanish family tree thing I have to do on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I'm forgetting something in English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I'm running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go to sleep so all of this could just refresh in my mind and restart, but then that means I'll wake up into tomorrow which means I have less time to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worrying too much and I'm breaking down. I can't sleep either. Urg, I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hit me with a bat and I just want someone to fling me off a bridge. (I haven't said that in a long time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! I don't know what to do. Alright, see ya peeps. Breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3154671611523040994?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3154671611523040994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3154671611523040994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3154671611523040994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3154671611523040994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-going-on.html' title='Too Much Going On'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-8576976986694392633</id><published>2009-01-28T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:45:06.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBzMCQlvx7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBzMCQlvx7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to mind when I heard that College Humor was going to have their own show on MTV, I thought, &lt;b&gt;"Oh great. MTV's going to screw it up for me."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a few weeks have passed and I thought, &lt;b&gt;"Maybe it won't be so bad."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. There might not be anything different from it switching to television format from internet format. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this could be a good idea in which I could watch College Humor at a scheduled time on T.V. while I'm eating dinner (although I don't think eating would be a wise choice at the time of the program).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it amazes me how many ideas that these guys have. Their videos just beat ours down to the ground with such creativity and hilariousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my Kuya Anthony for introducing me to these guys back in '07. Ha, funny stuff. And of course, you gots to love Hardly Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opC6wk8uGWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opC6wk8uGWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-8576976986694392633?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/8576976986694392633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=8576976986694392633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8576976986694392633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/8576976986694392633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/february-8.html' title='February 8'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5990901608158892676</id><published>2009-01-22T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:17:44.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Keep You Informed</title><content type='html'>Last night and earlier this morning when I woke up to prepare for school, I posed the question: &lt;b&gt;Should I make another video blog?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: &lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. For a while now, I've felt that I should just lay low and just calm down for a while so I really haven't had the urge to set up the camera right before me. Instead, what I've been doing is just trying to get some work done during and behind school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than school completely turning into a total nightmare due to schedule changes, things are going pretty well. I have completed editing two trailers for the Yul-a-Hov Show Season 2 and I've almost completed the first episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, lately, production has increased since...well, the whole past year. It's also great to see that few countries have also been seeing and viewing our videos on the YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk21G3fJ_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/wLgSxACQVNo/s1600-h/stats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk21G3fJ_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/wLgSxACQVNo/s400/stats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294323122955036658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;We even had Germany, India, South Korea, the UK, and the Philippines.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully these same people will be watching our upcoming videos that Jon, Zach, and I are currently working on. Including the music video that is in production for Matt and Ulster's "new single". And hopefully they'll recognize the Yul-a-Hov Show. Speaking of which, be sure to look out for some new segments that we've been creating as of late. Two new segments are coming soon in the show besides "Random Moments with Yulster" (say with stupid voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can't continue without some pictures. I actually charged my batteries for the sake of not boring you all with just text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4cLggijI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_KeQ7ma8Q9c/s1600-h/IMG_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4cLggijI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_KeQ7ma8Q9c/s400/IMG_0832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294324893727361586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joven preparing his lines.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4cakxLsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0sJdHjZhECw/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4cakxLsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0sJdHjZhECw/s400/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294324897771761346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joven now ready to recite his lines.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4c1-BaOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KR-Tps4NggE/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4c1-BaOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KR-Tps4NggE/s400/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294324905125439714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Negotiating with Ulster on the Yul-a-Hov Show.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4dctTp0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/IhmaBDjlLzc/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4dctTp0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/IhmaBDjlLzc/s400/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294324915524314946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do I look older here?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, we haven't exerted so much of our energy on these past two weeks that we will soon face a rebound back to laziness and/or decline in video production. So to keep equal balance, we've all found some time to enjoy our weekends off from school in some form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4d2ZOfGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LHfEk4c1cLw/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk4d2ZOfGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LHfEk4c1cLw/s400/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294324922419412066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joven was kind enough to provide us with leftover food from his brother's birthday party.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlDWjIM--I/AAAAAAAAAJs/2_zgqewYJWc/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlDWjIM--I/AAAAAAAAAJs/2_zgqewYJWc/s400/IMG_0484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294336891616558050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Keejster, Hoovster, and I ended up scoring a great encore performance as the "T-Bags" on Rock Band 2. World Tour, baby!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlDXQIRenI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r19fXczCZ_g/s1600-h/IMG_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlDXQIRenI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r19fXczCZ_g/s400/IMG_0480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294336903696448114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even cute little Nemo was bushed. Caught this early in the morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlEsJvK3RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Bq1FmXBeFUY/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlEsJvK3RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Bq1FmXBeFUY/s400/IMG_0487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294338362269424914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;I sneakily consumed some of my "brother's" peanut butter and jelly late in the night. Hopefully he didn't cry when he saw the unwashed dishes in the sink. Yes, he cries.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlEry76pFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/z8wBVmkA-gg/s1600-h/IMG_0006.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlEry76pFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/z8wBVmkA-gg/s400/IMG_0006.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294338356148872274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The weather was playing games with my heart when it promised me rain for the past three days. Instead, I got a few minutes of sprinkles, a cloudy day, and a rain shower that only lasted 43 minutes while I was stuck in sixth period. And look! There's more rain later in the week. I highly doubt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I've just been relaxing watching inaugural speeches that YouTube was kind enough to provide and I've just been reading about some presidents and historic events in the past century or so. I was hoping to keep my front pages with Obama on the cover as pieces of history until the Keejster beat me to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my own disappointment wore away when he presented me a whole "magazine" dedicated to Obama's journey to the presidential status. I was happy to accept his little "gift" and I read it. I'm almost finished reading the whole thing as I have five speeches to read. But all is good. There's more articles and pieces of history for me to carry on into the next generation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlED1misyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vFVVGq_6wU0/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlED1misyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vFVVGq_6wU0/s400/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294337669669761826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes We Can!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlED-4JA1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/l75lgtK-h7s/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXlED-4JA1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/l75lgtK-h7s/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294337672159494994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Better get started on those speeches.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that all of you have been informed, I hope you all look forward to some new stuff coming up during Spring or Summer. See you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5990901608158892676?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5990901608158892676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5990901608158892676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5990901608158892676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5990901608158892676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-keep-you-informed.html' title='To Keep You Informed'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SXk21G3fJ_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/wLgSxACQVNo/s72-c/stats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7938957643845100545</id><published>2009-01-21T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:07:57.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HADOUKEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPQ1XrllZmA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPQ1XrllZmA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stumbled upon this video and I thought it would be cool to mention. It's another video that brilliantly used the annotation option that was added onto YouTube months ago after Mr. Safety of SMPFilms made his "Find Sparta" game (I assume).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Jon and I thought of the exact same idea for an RPG movie we were thinking of making, but still haven't processed due to our work on another project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you don't have Street Fighter at home, well, now you have it on YouTube. It's not the best, but it still works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7938957643845100545?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7938957643845100545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7938957643845100545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7938957643845100545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7938957643845100545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/hadouken.html' title='HADOUKEN!'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-595785191883740492</id><published>2009-01-16T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:22:33.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OI-pfbZ5tTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OI-pfbZ5tTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy some Skittles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Keejster for the video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-595785191883740492?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/595785191883740492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=595785191883740492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/595785191883740492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/595785191883740492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/genius.html' title='Genius'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1180314253569958199</id><published>2009-01-09T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:58:10.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 1 Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;YAHS01E07 - The Wingstop Chronicles [Miss Earth]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCrjgs94TbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCrjgs94TbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, season one has finally come to an end for the Yul-a-Hov Show. The first season has been successful for our targeted viewers and we're just waiting for April 20th to come so Season Two can finally come and make its debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want some news about how production for Season two is going, I'm glad to say that the new intro is being made right now and the new episodes are currently being uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in terms of videomaking, STOOPIDEA (stoo-pid-ee-uh) FILMS &lt;i&gt;(formerly known as Teen Stupidiocy)&lt;/i&gt;, are currently still writing videos. It's just been an idea filled few months. Of course, I'm still deciding on which videos we're going to make as not all of them are good and we just don't have the time to make 20 movies in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I've been trying to create a new Crazy Tape Films logo as not that many people really see that our current logo is the initials combined to form the shape of a bullet referencing the James Bond Goldeneye 007 intro of the game based off the movie that was the first video seen in Crazy Tape Films. (Did that make sense? No? Sorry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's an idea for a logo. Try guessing what the logo means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWfjq2GS3-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZlDR5Nrfk2A/s1600-h/CTF2009logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWfjq2GS3-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZlDR5Nrfk2A/s400/CTF2009logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289446612585865186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are some STOOPIDEA FILMS poster ideas that I came up with. Yeah, nothing special, but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWfjq9WzUJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nMqrO-qS_po/s1600-h/Teen+Stupidiocy+with+Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWfjq9WzUJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nMqrO-qS_po/s400/Teen+Stupidiocy+with+Logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289446614534148242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWfjrOcHhDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8Gb6saMO8ZA/s1600-h/Teen+Stupidiocy+(chalkboard+version).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWfjrOcHhDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8Gb6saMO8ZA/s400/Teen+Stupidiocy+(chalkboard+version).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289446619119846450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1180314253569958199?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1180314253569958199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1180314253569958199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1180314253569958199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1180314253569958199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/season-1-finale.html' title='Season 1 Finale'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWfjq2GS3-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZlDR5Nrfk2A/s72-c/CTF2009logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4414289329378045632</id><published>2009-01-07T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:07:57.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a "Gangsta"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWU-5mSzR1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3ZijH0TR2uo/s1600-h/IMG_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWU-5mSzR1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3ZijH0TR2uo/s320/IMG_0689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288702496669386578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the book of morons, I am now a "wannabe gansta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough that people go around singling me out out of the crowd of peeps who wear hats at school and accusing me of trying to be cool, but the comments I receive when I put my hat on backwards just ticks me off to the next degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really annoying how people always single me out as the guy who's trying to be cool or trying to be somebody who he really isn't just because of the way I dress. I remember wearing a watch, everyone thought I was trying to look cooler. Wearing jeans for the first time, people thought I was trying to look older. Wearing a beanie, people thought I was trying to be a thug. Putting a hood on, people thought I was trying to become emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more aggravating is that I don't see anybody else getting those same comments from these morons. It just boils me that I'm the target for these jeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pisses me off that people misjudge me and label me just because I wear what I wear and because what I wear seems to be an imitation of what others think is cool or stylish. I wear whatever the hell is in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind as well go to freakin' school naked and donate all my clothes to the less fortunate. Next thing you know, everybody starts treating me normally again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But putting on a hat does not make me any different from what I am now and before. A hat is just another article of clothing also known as headgear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on a hat does not magically make me cool and putting on my hat backwards does not make me a "gangsta". That's probably one of the worst stereotypes I've ever heard because little Billy over there in the park with little Joe has his hat on backwards and he's not already part of the DiaperSniffers Posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people think I'm trying to be a gangster or a cool guy. I'm the same guy inside and out and putting on a hat does not make me feel like I have sudden power. It just feels like there's something warm on my head blocking the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what the hell these people are thinking, but it seriously pisses me off. Putting on a hat does not change who I am. And when people get all prissy saying that I don't wear a hat at home just makes me want to burst. People are just so hard-headed and arrogant that they believe everything they say to themselves is true. I mean, seriously, how the fritz do you know what I do at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll play by your rules. I saw you ejaculating to Ugly Betty last night in your kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, man. It's just so annoying that I'm being misrepresented by an object whose only soul purpose is to block the rays of the sun so you can see without having to use your hands to cover your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, this is just ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me started on language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools.&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Now I'm trying to talk like I'm "all that"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna go to hell at the increasing rate of this stupidiocy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4414289329378045632?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4414289329378045632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4414289329378045632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4414289329378045632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4414289329378045632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-gansta.html' title='I&apos;m a &quot;Gangsta&quot;!'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWU-5mSzR1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3ZijH0TR2uo/s72-c/IMG_0689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5165610308920232748</id><published>2009-01-06T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:56:19.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Phenomenons</title><content type='html'>A classmate of mine recently posted a new bulletin with a survey testing to see how many internet phenomenons he knew. Unsurprisingly, I recognized more than he did. But it was nice to see this survey. I just bet Ulster will know ALL of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;So here's the rules, you simply have to mark all the things you've seen or at least know of. Just to see how much you know about the INTERNET crazyness and other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tag as many as you want, or don't tag any, it's up to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet phenomena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous [x]&lt;br /&gt;Lowermybills.com [x]&lt;br /&gt;Orbitz.com [x]&lt;br /&gt;Badger, Badger, Badger [x]&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Frog [x]&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic Chipmunk [x]&lt;br /&gt;Hampster Dance [x]&lt;br /&gt;LOLcat [x]&lt;br /&gt;Rose the goat [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tyson [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Baby [x]&lt;br /&gt;Loituma Girl [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Jelly Time [x]&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Showdown [x]&lt;br /&gt;Goodtimes virus [x]&lt;br /&gt;The Blair Witch Project [x]&lt;br /&gt;Cloverfield [x]&lt;br /&gt;Snakes on a Plane [x]&lt;br /&gt;300 (This is Sparta) [x]&lt;br /&gt;All Your Base Are Belong To Us [x]&lt;br /&gt;Leeroy Jenkins [x]&lt;br /&gt;Line Rider [ ]&lt;br /&gt;I Love Bees [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Bert is Evil [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Goatse.cx [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Little Fatty [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Lootie [ ]&lt;br /&gt;O RLY? [x]&lt;br /&gt;The Saugen Stripper [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Canon Rock [x]&lt;br /&gt;Here It Goes Again [x]&lt;br /&gt;Hurra Torpedo [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Demon [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tunak Tunak Tun [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Ask a Ninja [x]&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Rain [x]&lt;br /&gt;Coke and Mentos [x]&lt;br /&gt;Don't Tase Me, Bro! [x]&lt;br /&gt;Evolution of Dance [x]&lt;br /&gt;Impossible Is Nothing [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Ken Lee [x]&lt;br /&gt;The Last Lecture [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Little Superstar [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Numa Numa [x]&lt;br /&gt;Rickroll [x]&lt;br /&gt;Prison Thriller [x]&lt;br /&gt;2 Girls 1 Cup [x]&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris Facts [x]&lt;br /&gt;Zidane headbutt [x]&lt;br /&gt;Free Hugs Campaign [x]&lt;br /&gt;Will it Blend? [x]&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Not [x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Celebrities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry German Kid [x]&lt;br /&gt;Angry Video Game Nerd [x]&lt;br /&gt;Ben “Yahtzee” Croshaw (Zero Punctuation - The Escapist ) [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Bus Uncle [x]&lt;br /&gt;Chris Crocker [x]&lt;br /&gt;Cory Kennedy [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Matt [x]&lt;br /&gt;Dog poop girl [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Honglaowai [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Lonelygirl15 [x]&lt;br /&gt;Magibon [x]&lt;br /&gt;Mahir Cagri [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Randy Constan [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars Kid [x]&lt;br /&gt;That Guy With The Glasses [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tourist Guy [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Atkin [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediums:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2channel [x]&lt;br /&gt;4chan [x]&lt;br /&gt;Albino Blacksheep [ ]&lt;br /&gt;eBaum’s World [x]&lt;br /&gt;Encyclopedia Dramatica [x]&lt;br /&gt;Facebook [x]&lt;br /&gt;Fark [x]&lt;br /&gt;Flying Spaghetti Monster [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Google [x]&lt;br /&gt;Homestar Runner [x]&lt;br /&gt;JibJab [x]&lt;br /&gt;MySpace [x]&lt;br /&gt;Newgrounds [x]&lt;br /&gt;Real Ultimate Power [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Second Life [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Something Awful [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TV Tropes Wiki [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Weebl’s Stuff [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! [x]&lt;br /&gt;YouTube [x]&lt;br /&gt;YTMND [x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube Celebrities:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Yonda and Matt Sloan – Chad Vader [x]&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Baggs [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Amber Lee Ettinger [x]&lt;br /&gt;Andy McKee [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Padilla and Ian Hecox – Smosh [x]&lt;br /&gt;Ben Going [x]&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Hardesty [x]&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Brodack [x]&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin Hill – TheHill88 [x]&lt;br /&gt;Charlie McDonnell – charlieissocoollike [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Charles Trippy – charlestrippy [x]&lt;br /&gt;Christine Gambito [x]&lt;br /&gt;Cory Williams – mr Safety – SMP Films [x]&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Sarine and Kent Nichols – Ask a ninja [x]&lt;br /&gt;Esmée Denters [x]&lt;br /&gt;James Kotecki [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Jay Maynard – Tron Guy [x]&lt;br /&gt;Jeong-Hyun Lim [x]&lt;br /&gt;Joe Bereta and Luke Barats [x]&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Nalty – Nalts [x]&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Wu [x]&lt;br /&gt;The Laughing Baby [x]&lt;br /&gt;Lasse Gjersten [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Liam Kyle Sullivan [x]&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Donovan - LisaNova [x]&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Cruikshank - Fred [x]&lt;br /&gt;Marié Digby [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Marina Orlova [x]&lt;br /&gt;Melody Oliveria – bowiechick [x]&lt;br /&gt;Mia Rose [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Michale Buckley – WhatTheBuck [x]&lt;br /&gt;Neil Cicierega [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Noah Kalina [x]&lt;br /&gt;Pat Condell [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Peter Okaley [x]&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Higa - Nigahiga [x]&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Ryan [x]&lt;br /&gt;Tarvn Southern [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tay Zonday – The guy who made Chocolate Rain song [x]&lt;br /&gt;Terra Naomi [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tom Dickson – Will it Blend? [x]&lt;br /&gt;VenetianPrincess [x]&lt;br /&gt;William Sledd [x]&lt;br /&gt;Ysabella Brave [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. There you have it. I was a little disappointed however that some things weren't in here. They may not have been phenomena, but there were something here's that deserved to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may include "DO A BARREL ROLL!", MySpace Junkie, Emmalina, Ryan Vs. Dorkman, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least they got some people whom nobody really hears from anymore.&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is paying too much attention to HappySlip, NigaHiga, and KevJumba, barely anyone remembers people like Brookers, boh3m3, renetto, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as long as Canon Rock was in here, the FIRST most watched video on YouTube before it became mainstream was in this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you guys some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoySqUARED&lt;br /&gt;Ha, when will I see that on the list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5165610308920232748?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5165610308920232748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5165610308920232748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5165610308920232748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5165610308920232748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/internet-phenomenons.html' title='Internet Phenomenons'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-885230476411484739</id><published>2009-01-04T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:34:41.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Works, Real Talk, thisISwunPINOY</title><content type='html'>Out of sheer boredom and editing a couple episodes of the Yul-a-Hov Show, I decided to take a little break and start surfing the internet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not really the day to justify my new goal for the year (hopefully the rest of my life) and it was already late in the evening so I decided to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on Google and start searching up names and our production names to see if there were actually still results on us. I've seen that now when you type my name, it only leads to Ulster's blog and doesn't link me to our Crazy Tape Films website anymore. Type in my brothers' names and you won't see their MySpaces or anything like that. Not even my Kuya Brian's name appeared in the many results he was in back in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something DID appear up that made me happy. If you go on Google and type in the words "Crazy Tape Films", it appears in the suggestions box that appears right below the search bar. I smiled with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWBxXK4usvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cKpMrlOe_pQ/s1600-h/crazytapefilmsgoogle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWBxXK4usvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cKpMrlOe_pQ/s400/crazytapefilmsgoogle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287350605406188274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aweXomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suddenly reminded of the time Ulster posted on his blog that he was "On the Internet" and I went back to read his old blog post around March 2007? I just smiled seeing that post from all the way back then and being a reader of &lt;a href="http://www.tailoredfortruth.blogspot.com"&gt;Whatever Works &lt;/a&gt;, I just had to read all the old posts posted on there that has somehow left a memory in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just there that I started reading the Apple freak's post when it suddenly took me into reading more old posts posted by other people. It lead me to my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a sheer bit of disappointment, my Kuya Anthony removed most of his posts from his old Xanga, but I just shrugged my shoulders and went on to my Kuya EJ who only posted about 50 or so posts. I loved the little Christmas post as it was one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go to my old Xanga(s), but the posts there were WAY longer than the ones you see here and there were no paragraph breaks at all. It was hard to read and my eyes began to hurt. It's hard reading mashed up 12 pt. font letters altogether in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there's any lesson that I have learned today, it's that all our posts have now evolved from telling funny hilarious stories about how our day was to our own little webpage of ideas and opinions. I don't mind it as I do it to, but I think there should be a time to add in a little break in between each of those posts for just fooling around and talking about how our day was. As long as it's entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example off the top of my head would be Ulster as his posts always had shifts. But shall I talk about what happened on Friday with Ulster, Joven, and Matt? Naw, why spoil the series finale of the Yul-a-Hov Show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I have two new episodes uploaded for you guys. Be sure to watch them in HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHS01E05 - Fastest Motherf'er FINALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDzB0TsxEDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDzB0TsxEDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHS01E06 - Hov F'ed Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajpnYlzvYTA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajpnYlzvYTA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this be a lesson to myself that I should post more important and entertaining things than my own despair. Eh, I don't know what I just said nor does it make sense. But just keep your smiles up, peeps. I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MoyMoy1214&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tagline at the end?&lt;br /&gt;Since when did I do this?&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-885230476411484739?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/885230476411484739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=885230476411484739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/885230476411484739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/885230476411484739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/whatever-works-real-talk-thisiswunpinoy.html' title='Whatever Works, Real Talk, thisISwunPINOY'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SWBxXK4usvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cKpMrlOe_pQ/s72-c/crazytapefilmsgoogle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7822235507357165837</id><published>2009-01-01T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:38:52.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SV1hxsVzqTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rFXr10Zh55M/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SV1hxsVzqTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rFXr10Zh55M/s400/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286489043946940722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure if I want to continue this whole "Picture of the Month" thing because I really don't take that many pictures anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to always take pictures on my digital camera and I always had a wide selection to choose from to pick the best picture that represented each of the 12 months in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since I was introduced to Energizer Rechargeable batteries and how they run out of juice in less than 30 minutes without use, I stopped using my digital camera all the time because I just kept running out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I was lucky enough to get this picture. This picture, to me, does not represent &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; December, but it does represent what the meaning of the month meant to me in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, another family picture for December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hope you guys enjoyed this post.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that the best is yet to come here in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My first hangover? Because of Eggnog?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7822235507357165837?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7822235507357165837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7822235507357165837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7822235507357165837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7822235507357165837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-of-month.html' title='Picture of the Month'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SV1hxsVzqTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rFXr10Zh55M/s72-c/IMG_0582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-358910876104382685</id><published>2008-12-30T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:54:01.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey '08</title><content type='html'>I was trying to find a survey of questions that I could answer that could pretty much sum of how the year 2008 was to me so I could post up a new video on my YouTube account. Unfortunately, I only found one and my answers were just too long for it to be jammed into one 11-minute video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough was it that Ulster had the same survey posted up on his blog. I guess everybody decided to answer the same 2008-end-of-the-year survey list? Eh, I don't like being on the bandwagon sometimes, but now seems like one of the times where you say, "What the hey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go! Vamanos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit that I liked a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I was serious about mine last year, but I have made one for 2009. I don't want to be detailed about it, but I think the primary focus on my goal is to just try and work harder in school. I really haven't doing that much. And this goal seems more do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my puppies died in the course a week. My brother's dog Dumbo died either on a Wednesday or a Thursday while our puppy Doughy died on the 31st of August and our other puppy Crash died the next day on the 1st of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go anywhere this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe good grades and hopefully gain more knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 31 and September 1 at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest achievement of the year was probably losing 20 pounds since 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're talking about failing is success, it would probably be my grades dropping horrificly in Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I didn't get any injuries like I did in Feb. '07. and nothing else, but three colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would probably be that Final Fantasy IV game I bought two weeks ago. All I bought was video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to tell as this year isn't really fit for this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No names please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video games. I know. I'm a junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited for all my breaks from school. It gives me a time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. - Feb. = "The Memory Will Never Die" by Default&lt;br /&gt;March = "Low" by Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;Apr. - May = "Shadow of the Day" by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;June = "Pork and Beans" by Weezer&lt;br /&gt;Jul. - Aug. = "Buzzin" by Shwayze&lt;br /&gt;Sep. - Oct. = "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by the Offspring&lt;br /&gt;Nov. - Dec. = "Crazy" by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was broken up into different sections. They just didn't mix well enough to be just one song. Each pair of months had some sort of similar connection to one song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? I believe I felt sadder this year&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? definitely fatter now that Christmas is over&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying and focusing and relaxing more. look more on the brighter side a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questioning things too much and trying to look to deep into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent it eating some delicious mashed potatoes and laughing with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to young to use such a word. But I do think there's a cute girl in my English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None and hopefully never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped watching T.V. before summer started, but I'd say George Lopez and Family Matters. Internet-based, the Yul-a-Hov Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone really "hates" anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really read books. Although I did read Tom Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a beginner. I only started getting interest into music artists this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new external hard drive and a new Sony Hybrid Handycam. All I really needed. Well, the iPhone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there was anything that I wanted that badly or else I would've remembered right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight. Only one I watched in theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 15 and all I remember doing was that we went to the China Super Buffet with Ulster and then we went back home finding out that Bush was attacked by flying shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking things through first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th grade = short jeans, big black sweater, and a beanie.&lt;br /&gt;9th grade = long jeans, wrist watch, jacket, and a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by sane you mean normal, then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But if sane you mean just not doing anything crazy, then I guess just doing nothing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really keep track on celebrities. I've been focusing too much in my own bubble this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only three conversations that I heard in school that were in anyway related to politics were: Prop 8, Barack Obama, and the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;36. Who did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends of mine that I still kinda keep in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say best, but a cool new person that I met would most likely be my friend Pauline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are things repeated all the time, but I've seen how rotten things have become this year that I have to reinforce them. These go to everyone including me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- RESPECT your elders&lt;br /&gt;- grasp every new piece of knowledge you could get&lt;br /&gt;- gather more than what your teachers give to you&lt;br /&gt;- let your loved ones know you care&lt;br /&gt;- learning is a continuous cycle that never ends. never stop. keep advancing.&lt;br /&gt;- we have to power to correct ourselves, our environment, and our own lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;- we have the ability to form and shape ourselves to become whoever we want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What happens to a soul when he's trapped inside his emotions&lt;br /&gt;and all of these words he's spoken&lt;br /&gt;they bind him to the life he's left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every new step he takes&lt;br /&gt;he knows that he might not make it&lt;br /&gt;to all of these dreams that he has yet to find."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Pages" by 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that that's over with, I hope you guys have a good 2009 year! See you guys in a different time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-358910876104382685?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/358910876104382685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=358910876104382685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/358910876104382685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/358910876104382685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/survey-08.html' title='Survey &apos;08'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1503806231020256008</id><published>2008-12-29T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:15:51.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Next Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ljh7ahPHOY8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ljh7ahPHOY8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1503806231020256008?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1503806231020256008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1503806231020256008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1503806231020256008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1503806231020256008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-next-week.html' title='No Next Week...'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3995388679357055138</id><published>2008-12-27T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:51:08.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Work for Nothing</title><content type='html'>You'd think editing videos, making your desktop wallpapers, making your own images, etc. would be easy for a guy like me. A guy who practically does this and loves it far too much to be considered a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, this job isn't really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every time I edit something, a computer glitch always has to occur and delete all your hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just editing a new desktop wallpaper idea for an upcoming production team that consists of Jonathan, Zach, and I and I was editing it on Photoshop as always. I was doing quite a good job until I messed up on one tiny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. No problem. Ctrl+Z should do the trick. Computer glitches and I can't see my work. And just to let you know, I didn't save my work. I look and see that there's no image and I look in the preview window of the image I was making. Nothing was there except the transparent background that you begin with with every new project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed it and the window says, "Would you like to save?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I still had some useless windows open left for testing and layering, I thought it was one of them. Therefore, I didn't save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally until I opened the other windows and saw the image, but the transparent background in the preview window. Then I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened every window and saw that the image I refused to save and deleted was the very desktop wallpaper I was working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I hate these glitches. And it doesn't help when the window freezes it says "(Not Responding)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Luckily it was a simple background. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, THAT is why no Yul-a-Hov Show episodes have been uploaded the past three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, see ya guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3995388679357055138?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3995388679357055138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3995388679357055138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3995388679357055138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3995388679357055138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/hard-work-for-nothing.html' title='Hard Work for Nothing'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-2904998851973264407</id><published>2008-12-26T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:38:04.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet is for Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNARJPNz2CA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNARJPNz2CA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading YouTube comments could be quite a hassle sometimes. That's why I don't read 'em. But when you're bored and have nothing else to do, reading comments don't seem that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-reading them, people quarrel about the most ridiculous things and subjects that aren't even close to being relevant to the video's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Oh, you idiots. The internet is not for which is better between Macs and PC's. It's not a place to rejuvenate an old music video and replacing the last name of the singer with "roll".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is for something far more greater that it "extends our reach to the stars above."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to teach you more about what the internet is for, someone has hired the Sesame Street cast to perform and shoot an educational music video for what the internt is truly for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...grab your dick and double-click for porn, porn, PORN!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-2904998851973264407?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/2904998851973264407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=2904998851973264407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2904998851973264407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2904998851973264407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/internet-is-for-porn.html' title='The Internet is for Porn'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3261402271994801129</id><published>2008-12-26T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:56:34.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Resolution</title><content type='html'>New Years' Resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically an excuse to hold off a goal until a certain date and if we fail, we just say, "Oh, I'll do it again...next year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I don't think that's the case for everyone. For me, the reason why I would start a new goal on New Years' Day would be for easy tracking. After all, I am a forgetful dude so I would probably forget that I made a goal set on some date like November 23 or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the question is, is what goal will I set up myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my '08 resolution was to quit the whole hoyster, but I think I don't think I was sane at the time since I know that it's completely hard to end the HOYSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my resolution for '09? Well, I've been thinking and trying to see what kind of goals I've been trying to make this whole year and what I've been trying to fix to make myself much more better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my resolution is to focus on my school work more. This year has been full of so many problems with myself and my own environment that I was always in no mood to do any work at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have to do this goal since it's something that I could POSSIBLY do instead of the ones where you KNOW that you're not gonna do it. For example, I believed that I could have high self confidence to do anything, but this school year proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all cool in the gang.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I'll try my best and keep my grades up to A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank my teachers and my brothers for giving me this motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3261402271994801129?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3261402271994801129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3261402271994801129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3261402271994801129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3261402271994801129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-resolution.html' title='2009 Resolution'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-25126067800927692</id><published>2008-12-24T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:47:22.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleges</title><content type='html'>For the past three years, I've really improved in my video making skills. Or at least I've been told. And I've seen how much our videos have gotten better ranging from camera angling to video editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, this is only the beginning. And to make things clear, these are only the basics that I've learned through watching other videos and watching many, many video tutorials that I'm thankful enough to have been uploaded onto YouTube concerning video production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all honesty, I think that what I've accomplished is the wrong way to do things because I have no experience whatsoever. Just because I watched a few videos here and there does not necessarily mean I'm good at making 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to learn. And if I'm planning on making more videos soon with new improvements and much more impressive effects and much more, then I'll need to take a class on such related subjects after I graduate from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since I'm the very lazy type, I do not know what college's here in California would provide me such teachings, let alone which ones are highly recommended and are actually good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other question is, can I even go and attend that college? My plans are to say here in the Southern California area to be closer to my family, but I know no colleges (or universities) that I could go to for my dreams of one day doing my best and giving my all to my one true hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I really don't know. Some people say that I have nothing to lose. I still got three more years to think about it, so why not put it off until then? Well, my good buddy, Ulster (aka Erwin), knows why I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Tape Films&lt;br /&gt;in LIGHTS?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-25126067800927692?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/25126067800927692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=25126067800927692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/25126067800927692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/25126067800927692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/colleges.html' title='Colleges'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6386232947164980969</id><published>2008-12-15T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:00:09.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in my Dreams Tonight</title><content type='html'>It's once again the 15th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, my brother went to Chaparral High School and it was a Thursday. I remember. Three years later, I do the same thing he did. Leave and go to the same high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy day today. Cloudy day three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood? Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one question in my head was, why was she not in my dream last night? Could she be waiting to be in my dreams tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Wowa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6386232947164980969?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6386232947164980969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6386232947164980969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6386232947164980969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6386232947164980969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-in-my-dreams-tonight.html' title='Not in my Dreams Tonight'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-2832753076706639716</id><published>2008-12-14T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:00:01.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15</title><content type='html'>December 14, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other could day could be more depressing. If not depressing, then a day where I shroud myself in the lonely darkness of my own head. Thinking. Reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be just any ordinary day. Me repeating the same cycle that I have been for the past 15 years, but today is a special day. Or at least, to others it may seem to be a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing special today. All I see is a day where I happened to have been brought to this world of lies, deceit, and treachery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world that is spinning so fast that it's got me babbling as if I actually knew what was going on and understood what my life meant. It's at a nonstop pace that at the same time, I am confused and I break down onto the ground holding my head wishing that everything around me would crash to the ground with me and we could all just lay there together with all our worries brought down and buried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for me, is not a day for festivities or celebration. I don't deserve any of this. I don't deserve praise. I don't deserve gifts. I don't deserve anybody's time or money. I deserve nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been nothing, but a pain and nothing else. I've barely had any positive effect on anyone's life or work. All I have done here was just cause more angst and problems for everyone whose life I happen to interfere in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my brothers. Look at my parents. Look at my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see their faces? Can you see their emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I was taken out? What if they never met someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is so caught up in his own world that he doesn't give a crap about others' and the actual true physical world that his own two feet have been walking on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they be happier? Would they still be the same? Or would their life be less than what it is now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak negatively, I don't think I've done anything that was worth anyone's attention. I was just too hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not received my true punishment and my true discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you can all stand to have me for this long now? Why haven't you given up on me? Why haven't you all just left me to do whatever it is I want to do? Why haven't you all just deserted and abandon me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you all still bother to protect a little runt such as I? Why must you still waste your breath on an undeserving soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve nothing.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I WANT nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, I never speak of this day. To anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish for people to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am foolish.&lt;br /&gt;One for thinking this way. Two for posting this without re-reading it and much thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-2832753076706639716?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/2832753076706639716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=2832753076706639716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2832753076706639716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/2832753076706639716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-15.html' title='Chapter 15'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1861569259964550826</id><published>2008-12-11T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:03:25.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Talk Going</title><content type='html'>Probably one of the worst things a person can have is low confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all just depends however when the confidence is being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high confidence in spilling out my thoughts, in the way I dress and act, to raise my hand and ask a question that others may think is dumb or afraid to ask themselves, and just trying to entertain my friends in doing what I do best: being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some things that I just have really low confidence in. I can recite a poem in front of the class, but I can't reveal my thoughts in front of the class. I can't joke around and try to entertain people in front of a group of people whom I don't know. I can't ask anybody for help if they're a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I can't even go up to someone and say, "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying the word "hi" has never been so hard before in my life. The only time it's ever been hard to say such a word was to a bully who only picked certain people to acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we all know who I'm talking about when it comes to something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of sheer luck, we both finally spoke to each other and all I could do was just keep talking and keep my cool, but after a while, I got so shy around her that I had to stop and I ended up just hiding my face in my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed talking with her and it was probably one of the only actual talks we've had that had more than just 3 sentences at max. It's just, she made me feel happy and I couldn't help but smile, but it just made me want to crawl back into my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to see if I was still able to talk to her. I had my chance. Said, "Bye" to Kim and walked the other way to my Health class and I see "her" coming the other way and guess what happens when we end up being the only two people walking past each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING! I had my chance to let her know that I've been noticing her, but I just don't have the guts to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted every chance I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot. Why couldn't I have kept the talk going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* When will I learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1861569259964550826?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1861569259964550826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1861569259964550826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1861569259964550826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1861569259964550826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-talk-going.html' title='Keep the Talk Going'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1248836338081451571</id><published>2008-12-10T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:56:33.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep in Touch</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess earlier today when 2nd period ended. Okay, so I'm in school and my P.E. class just ended and I leave the locker room and just wait there by the bungalows next to the tennis courts for Zach when something struck my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where the hell is Brandon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure after reading my blog for the past 7 months that you've figured out that I have a friend by the name of Brandon Cowles and we used to hang out back in our middle school days. Usually, I saw him coming over to the locker rooms during our break time which is right after 2nd period since he had P.E. for 3rd period. I would tell him what's up and just talk with him about how school's like and other crap that's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the past month, I've never really noticed him and I just realized that I no longer see him coming to the locker rooms after 2nd period is over. Probably because I was so busy talking with Erwin, Tibbetts, and Dan. The three blond stooges I met this school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and I find Jon O' Smac and we ask him where Brandon went and we finally learn that the dude just moved out of the school to who knows where. If only Jon's solution to our question could have been more helpful, but at least we got the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that made me think for a while and now I see that barely any of us, not just me, keep that great of communication with each other. As in, we barely hang out anymore. Of course, I don't hang out with the Joven twins anymore since they've kind of strayed away from the peeps here at Chap, but there are some other people that we could still talk to, but we just choose not to for any reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been talking to Nate and Et-Han lately and I haven't been to Jon's house to hang out since July. Currently, the only people I hang out with are Zach and that's it. Well, Jon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing that Brandon has been gone for some time shows that we need to keep in touch with our friends more often because you never know what's going to happen and the next time you meet each other, the only thing between you and the other guy is, "So, how's it going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, nothing much. Just chillin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool. Cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm this close to calling up my peeps again and just ask them to hang out. But it doesn't matter since I'll be going to all of their houses this Sunday and knock on their door and get pissed at them for not saying Happy Birthday to me although they didn't know it was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, here's a challenge I propose to myself and all the others. Can I still keep in touch with all of my friends from middle school who went to TV or other places until we graduate in 2012?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me says, "What the Wha-? You Crazy?!", but the other says, "Who knows?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can YOU keep that up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1248836338081451571?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1248836338081451571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1248836338081451571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1248836338081451571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1248836338081451571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-in-touch.html' title='Keep in Touch'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-9154615701420783005</id><published>2008-12-05T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:29:32.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A D to a C</title><content type='html'>I woke up from a quick 30 minute nap listening to some music on my iPhone when I suddenly got the urge to just look back at some old notebooks and old memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and videos may say a lot, but the work that I've done also shares its bit of memories whether it be my old writing styles and how my diligence has evolved since then to the little doodles and cartoons that you see on the side margins of my 1st draft essays in English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my three sketchbooks that I've kept for all three years of my middle school years from my art class and I looked back and each drawing had its own tale to tell. Looking at those again just made me smile and I'm thinking of calling some old peeps to hang out again at the park just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one notebook that I was studying was this old pink notebook that read: NOTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open to the first page and there it is. The first essay I wrote alongside one of my best friends, Ethan Aguigam, who was busy writing his own essay. I still remember that day. The first time Ethan and I met and became friends and we just kept talking until 6th period rolled along and we met up with Mr. Maker to do his thing and teach the class. Mr. Maker, just circling the room with a hawk's eye making sure we were all writing our ideas and summaries of what our summer was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for Ethan he just recently moved at the time from San Diego. Coincidentally, from around the same area I lived in...kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I turned the pages a bit more and I saw where I suddenly switched from Mr. Maker's most hated class (6th period) to his most favorite class, 2nd period. There, I saw all the smart kids. From my other best friend, Anthony Vanta, to the girl who helped me a lot at that time, Taylor E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to remember that class and how lucky I was to have switched into that class despite how I despised that move since I ended up being in Mrs. Brooks' 6th period 7th/8th grade PE class although it did help discipline me and meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lucky to be in his favorite class. Very lucky, indeed. Mr. Maker let me do anything I wanted as he didn't want me to feel uncomfortable in his classroom. He barely picked on me to answer questions, to present in front of the class, to do anything else of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't really a good move. He KNEW that I could pass his class with an easy A and he KNEW that I was a supposed smart kid based off my grades. But he didn't want me to feel uneasy. I'm guessing he thought if I felt more comfortable, I'd be able to pass his class as there would be no pressure on me. But I ended up almost failing his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I never really talked to Anthony and Taylor or Alyssa (who never really talked back then). as I never really wanted to talk in that class and I liked to stay in the corner of the room by myself which I assigned myself in the seating chart. So I never got any work done that required two people. I just stayed in my corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in that corner, I looked around and saw all these smart people. I felt as if I was completely inferior to their intellect. All of them, even though they may not have looked like it, had equal potential and were not afraid to express opinions and they all took their school work seriously. I was singled out of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Maker had these things called LOG RESPONSES which we wrote in our notebooks every day, which in my case, was pink. He'd post up a simple quote on the overhead projector and we wrote what we thought about that quote. It was finally my chance. My chance to express myself through words and opinions and testing all my knowledge without the pressure of an actual test which determines more than half your grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mr. Maker called on people and I was really shy back then and I refused to speak and ended up erasing all my answers and rewrite them when time was running out. But while I started rewriting them, I listened to every body else. I heard their words and I looked down at my own paper and I was just afraid to speak because the words they used were so vivid and actually helped them in their agreements or rebuttals to the quote and mine were just simple 5th grade elementary school words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so stupid that I ended up not doing these log responses anymore. Not only that, but it was great practice for me when essays and other reports came up. But since I didn't do the practice, I didn't do well on the essays or the reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up dropping from an A in his class down to a sad D. Mr. Maker ended up speaking with me and encouraging me to try and raise that grade up to a C so I could pass his class with a decent grade. I ended up doing so thanks to a packet for a book I had to read really carefully in order to get the full points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved and happy that I passed, but now I look back and read my one sentence answers and I just hang my head in shame. If only I could have done better. I had everything. I KNEW what to do. I just wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not ready to open up yet. And that is why I almost failed that class. I feel bad just looking at these sad short answers and I wasn't able to make one of my favorite teachers, Mr. Maker, feel as if he'd done a good job and helped a shy little 7th grader find a way to finally open up to his peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could retake that class again just like how I am now, and I promise you I would pass that class with an A. I'm no longer shy to tell people my point of view on things and I'm not afraid to speak in front of the class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have opened up sooner. I seriously would have excelled in that class if I did. That 7th grade Language Arts class was the perfect class for a guy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I can't redo the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reading one of the old quotes he set up on the board, that horrible mistake is something for me to learn from. I may not be able to fix the past, but I could still atone for it now in my current English class and do all the work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thank Mr. Maker for helping me even though he probably doesn't know it. I still wonder if he knows I appreciate his help, his kindness, and his teachings. He was a great teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mr. Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wonder if he still remembers Jonathan and his confetti on the last day of school...haha, Jon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-9154615701420783005?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/9154615701420783005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=9154615701420783005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/9154615701420783005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/9154615701420783005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-to-c.html' title='A D to a C'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4884987537190802735</id><published>2008-12-03T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:43:18.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/STcnDjO2waI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8x9fWoxzMNM/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/STcnDjO2waI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8x9fWoxzMNM/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275728430438465954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the delay, but there really haven't been any new pictures taken on my camera for November as I no longer play with my camera as much as I used to. But if there was any picture in my hard drive that could represent last month, it would be this picture. Why? Because it was the month where the Yul-a-Hov Show was finally introduced and made its debut on the 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole month just editing episode after episode and trying to make each episode as entertaining as could be. And I guess this picture could also show you guys how much time we spent with both Ulster and Joven and our constant visits back to San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all there really is to it. I'll see you guys next month on THE PICTURE OF THE MONTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4884987537190802735?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4884987537190802735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4884987537190802735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4884987537190802735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4884987537190802735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-of-month.html' title='Picture of the Month'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/STcnDjO2waI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8x9fWoxzMNM/s72-c/IMG_0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5755048059516709131</id><published>2008-12-02T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:28:38.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Fuck Nuggets</title><content type='html'>From a stretched out tripod that had its branches snapped off to a laptop that unfortunately slipped off my lap and broke its LCD, things have just gotten so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my brother and I are shooting a music video for Linkin Park's "My December" track on their album &lt;i&gt;Hybrid Theory&lt;/i&gt; and we were just having a good time until something completely random and stupid happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're recording and I notice that our camcorder which was on our tripod looked loose and it kept looking like it was going to fall off. I looked at the camcorder and tripod and saw it was fastened on TIGHTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab the camcorder and the tripod and see if it is really intact. It was. Strangely, it was still wobbling. Confused, I just went ahead and started lowering my tripod from the long neck it provides for a higher altitude if the three retractable stands don't do much when the camcorder just suddenly fell off the tripod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the screen was still sticking out and as it fell, the [FUCKING] screen just happened to hit the edge of a near-by bench and [FOR FUCK'S SAKE] landed on itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I couldn't do anything because the tripod is fully up in front of me and my brother had a ladder ready for our next shot of setting up a Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly grabbed our camcorder and started checking it. Lens first. Then touch screen. Then to see if the hard drive was working correctly, night vision still working, everything was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since luck wanted to be a pain in the ass tonight, the screen's multiple adventures of getting beat the shit out of itself from a random fall caused the screen to weaken and feel as if it would snap off and become of no use to the camcorder making it useless altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off, we canceled our film session and I went back into my room just pissed off and hopelessly looking at our camcorder which we've had for less than half a month and seeing it in its current state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why this kind of bull shit always occurs to me. It really pisses me off that I can't have one nice thing and not get it into a Best Buy over a year of it being in my possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently, I'm pissed off and just tired of these fucking bull shit fucks happening all the time in my life. So now we have to go to [FUCKING] geek squad again and see if there's any chance in hell that the screen could possibly be tightened at a reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my iPod savings. This is more important. Video is my life. Audio comes second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I [FUCKING] hate Golden Fuck Nuggets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5755048059516709131?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5755048059516709131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5755048059516709131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5755048059516709131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5755048059516709131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/12/golden-fuck-nuggets.html' title='Golden Fuck Nuggets'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5084233516115143445</id><published>2008-11-25T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:23:16.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredom Attacks!</title><content type='html'>Just to let you guys know, there's another new post below this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, in the world of MoyMoy, procrastination plays a big role in daily life. Therefore, if you have a 100 point assignment that you've been given over two months to do and now you have less than two weeks to finish more than a quarter of it, you don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I still talked to more than just 2 people on MySpace, I filled out surveys and a bunch of other stuff in bulletins. But that's no longer the craze with my peeps anymore so I never did 'em. But my Kuya Anthony tagged me in his blog so I thought, "Hey, why not do one myself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I can't wait 'til someone tags me on YouTube for a video tag. THE NORMAL ONE. I don't anybody Filipino tagging me because I really don't have to say much there. AND it will suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, here we go. The BLOG TAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how you play: Once you’ve been tagged you have to write a blog with 16 weird random facts, habits, secrets, or goals about yourself, at the end choose 16 people to be tagged. List their name and why you tagged them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment saying “You’re It!” and to go read your blog. You can’t tag the person who tagged you! So since you can’t tag me back let me know when you are done so I can read your blog answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Ahem, I didn't say the above. Sounds a little girly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My nickname originates from either my Papa Oggie or my Kuya Anthony. I don't remember when, but I think it was way back when I was little. It's just now more commonly used than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was deceived into thinking that Lee was my nickname as a little preschooler until the third grade when I found out it was in fact, Guerrero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Although I would have disagreed back in time, I'm quite thankful for my rivalry with my Kuya Brian and my never-ending fights with my Kuya Anthony for it made many memories to laugh at and showed TRUE brotherly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Since I was about 9 years-old, I always wanted a younger sibling. Preferably a little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Growing up, I've had some influential figures that have molded me who I am today. They are (in no specific order): my Lola, my mom, my Kuya Brian, my Kuya EJ, my Kuya Anthony, and Ulster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Over time, my career plans have changed many times: Police cop, Fireman, Doctor, Nurse, Philosopher, Counselor, Preacher, Priest, Author, Teacher, Director, those Volunteer working peoples, or anything that helps my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I feel as if I'm very behind those around me because I don't know what to do in my future, I don't understand what could happen or what IS happening right now as we speak in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I refused to tell anybody that I ever liked a girl or thought that a girl caught my eye until earlier this August because of my fear that people would think I'm gay. I acted pretty wildly in middle school. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One of my hobbies is listening to people's opinions about certain topics and/or concerns and trying to find a solution or help me improve my own beliefs through comparison and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I despise sexual related things. From dudes drooling over a girl who is trying to attract them through being fake and revealing clothing to dudes who think sickly and wrongly of girls and the almighty disgustingly thing known as porno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Just like my brother, I refuse to drink all my life. It's not something I want to do. Straight-edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. White-Asian couples. I know it's bad to have listed that, but the reason why I dislike them is not because of the numbers, but because the numbers blindly and wrongfully support the idea that Asian chicks fall for White dudes because "size matters" or whatever the hell was mentioned in Yellow Fever by Wong Fu Productions. But I'm trying to not make it get in the way of what true love is between the two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When I was younger, I thought that people who have done good and bad (I used to think I was the only one) would soon be fought over by the Devil and Jesus Christ. Both grabbing one arm and playing tug of war. Then, both arms will be snapped off and my spirit will fall back into my coffin and I spend the rest of eternity looking at a white light and just sighing wishing I'd done more good so I wouldn't just be lying on my back forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I used to think Joven was black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For a short while, I used to plan out what my last words would be when I die, but I thought, "They would be more meaningful if I thought of them there at the time of my death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I actually believed that all of us live on forever and that people only die if they are killed or unable to survive a sickness. I actually cried and ran to my mom and Lola in the middle of the night when I found out that all humans die. It didn't help to learn about the Apocalypse a few years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS. I still try and imagine what my life would be like without people like Jonathan, Zach, Kevin, Ethan, and Nate. I still can't. Would I be like all the other Asian dudes my age in San Diego? OH GOSH! I'd hate that life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. These are 16 random facts that I've never really told anybody except a few people. Now, the rules up there say I have to tag 10 or something people. Sadly, I don't know anybody else who keeps an active blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anybody, I'd tag my Kuya EJ so he could go back to writing his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if allowed, I'd tag Ulster so he has to write 32 of 'em since Kuya Anthony already tagged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. See you all on the flipside, my peepsmos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5084233516115143445?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5084233516115143445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5084233516115143445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5084233516115143445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5084233516115143445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-boredom-attacks.html' title='When Boredom Attacks!'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7536213906972807660</id><published>2008-11-25T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:47:18.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lola</title><content type='html'>Another Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Thanksgiving, I think of me, the fattest of the fat, smiling and happy not only because there's delicious food on the table, but because I have family around and we're all having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Thanksgiving, I think of 4 years ago where everyone is in my house up north. Me, all 3 of my Kuyas, my parents and grandparents, and my uncles and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think of all of us eating around the table and talking and sharing stories. Laughing and sharing memories. And everybody would get a chance to call my Kuya Brian from his (at the time) room to eat downstairs and all he'd do is grab the whole serving of mash potatoes and eat alone in the corner of his (was) bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even think of my Lola there keeping the conversation alive and keeping us all together as if we never had any disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of how my Tito Nestor and Papa Oggie are setting up the Christmas lights outside and just talking with a beer in hand with my Lolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kuya Anthony and I just messing around like we've always been doing and just playing video games. And sometimes if we annoy the Keejster enough, he'd join along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember always putting on numerous amounts of clothing and loving the feeling of the cold, but warmth, at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a lot of things. Forgetting the turkey down here in SD. Last years' Thanksgiving where we all just ate around the table and awaited Black Friday. 3 Years ago when we picked up my dad from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could even mention the Christmas Holidays such as 4 years ago when Kuya Ulster and Kuya Joven came over and stayed with us about 4 days before Christmas. The Christmas where we had time to heal from the passing of our beloved grandmother. The Christmas of which we spent with our new born puppies, Boogie and Cha Cha, and our grand aunts and uncles. And last, but certainly not least, the Christmas where my dad bought me underwear and I ended up roaming the streets with underwear on my head and on top of my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing that saddens me is that I cannot relive the Thanksgiving that I so dearly remember. The Thanksgiving of 2004 which I mentioned at the start of this post. Sure, I may relive it when I have a family of my own or when I'm old and frail, but it's that particular Thanksgiving I'll miss the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I was still as innocent as I am now and when we were all stupider because I was still in elementary and my older brothers (except one) still haven't graduated yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also at that time where none of us had a thing to hide. We gladly confessed and shared with each other and without even thinking twice of what were going to put out on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think what really made that Thanksgiving a true Thanksgiving was the presence of my grandmother. She kept us together and she kept us alive and going. She was the person who kept balance and the unity of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only wish, for my Lola, that we could at least have one more Thanksgiving like that with her in mind and as if she were there eating with us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there's anything I'm thankful for, it's that I was able to spend that Thanksgiving with my Lola. The Thanksgiving that you see in the movies and on the T.V. shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I could talk to her right now again, I'd say, "Thank You, Lola."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Your grandson,&lt;br /&gt;MoyMoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7536213906972807660?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7536213906972807660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7536213906972807660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7536213906972807660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7536213906972807660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-thanksgiving.html' title='Dear Lola'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1118441893266782536</id><published>2008-11-23T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T02:54:23.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE HUGS</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm writing a new video script again and it's amazing how it's evolved from a little teenage humor video to a video about a serious subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video I'm writing about happened to have included the FREE HUGS campaign formed by the man known by his pseudonym, Juan Mann, and it has evolved from a video making fun of Zach about how he hates receiving hugs now to a video where there is a lesson to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I remember was that I felt like I was making fun of the FREE HUGS campaign based off of the lines I wrote for Zach and I and I wanted to make it up by making a part two to the video which actually ended up in me trying to broadcast their message through our videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of cool how things just evolve like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on making the video in December and releasing it around Christmas time, that is, if it is finished by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already made up my pre-cast for the video and all I need is permission from one person to be in it making it the first possible appearance of a female in Crazy Tape Films history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes us sound gay, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, until then, I hope you enjoy these little concept posters I've made for the movie. I don't know if you want to, but the below images are big enough to fit your desktop background. I'm satisfied with myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SSk0OY_RH1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G7djxnzj-sg/s1600-h/Free+Hugs+Desktop+Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SSk0OY_RH1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G7djxnzj-sg/s400/Free+Hugs+Desktop+Wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271802260644503378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(1600 x 1200)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SSk0TfxFygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gD9fIShV7Tc/s1600-h/freehugsheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SSk0TfxFygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gD9fIShV7Tc/s400/freehugsheart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271802348363434498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(1280 x 800)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1118441893266782536?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1118441893266782536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1118441893266782536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1118441893266782536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1118441893266782536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-hugs.html' title='FREE HUGS'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SSk0OY_RH1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G7djxnzj-sg/s72-c/Free+Hugs+Desktop+Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3514953045338382482</id><published>2008-11-21T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:47:51.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2</title><content type='html'>There's going to be a slight delay on the Yul-a-Hov show as YouTube blocked the second episode because of the intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there are people out there who don't give a crap or are just stupid enough to not notice their copyrighted material in music video form has been uploaded onto YouTube without their permission because all they want is to remove videos that only borrow about 10 or 15 seconds of the entire 3 minute song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will be uploaded somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The embedded html code is actually still working and when you watch it off there, it works. But I don't want to get in trouble so we'll just have to wait 'til it gets through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See ya later" - Joven Pajinag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3514953045338382482?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3514953045338382482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3514953045338382482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3514953045338382482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3514953045338382482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/episode-2.html' title='Episode 2'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-3609687210311300343</id><published>2008-11-19T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:20:11.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿J.B.?</title><content type='html'>J.B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-3609687210311300343?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/3609687210311300343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=3609687210311300343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3609687210311300343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/3609687210311300343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/jb.html' title='¿J.B.?'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1979324925878793218</id><published>2008-11-17T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:22:04.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravery</title><content type='html'>A word that has never been said to me since the years where I was scared of EVERYTHING. Yes, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that word is something else to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I brave enough to finally open up to everyone. To finally be able to share my thoughts beyond people such as my Kuya EJ, my Kuya Anthony, and Kuya Ulster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I willing to extend what my point of view on certain things are to my generation? A generation that will soon become the people running this country in about 20 to 35 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices in my head speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;But I've made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not. There is a time for everything. Time is nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too early for me. I must focus on graduating high school and surviving the struggle that we all face when it comes to the numerous amounts of schoolwork we receive every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time for me to relax and enjoy what I have now and live these next four years with happiness and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I could say it wouldn't have been bravery if I decided to spill out what I want to say to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. YOU DECIDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1979324925878793218?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1979324925878793218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1979324925878793218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1979324925878793218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1979324925878793218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/bravery.html' title='Bravery'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-1966501738099097985</id><published>2008-11-14T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:00:05.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Website Down</title><content type='html'>YAH S01E01&lt;br /&gt;(WARNING: THIS IS THE PILOT EPISODE. IT SUCKS! PLEASE DON'T JUDGE THE WHOLE SHOW BASED ON THIS ONE EPISODE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jliB_XBcCSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jliB_XBcCSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Hey, kiddies! Sorry, but for some strange reason, our web-hosting site, Yahoo Geocities, has some technical difficulties in their web page building program and I am currently unable to update the website to the Yul-a-Hov show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I've come to post it up here on my blog for you to enjoy while the website is down. How sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this first episode may not be that great, but don't worry, the ones coming in the future will be better. Also, I'm still trying to improve the intro. I've got a sweet idea cooking up in my mind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, see you all again next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-1966501738099097985?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/1966501738099097985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=1966501738099097985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1966501738099097985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/1966501738099097985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/website-down.html' title='Website Down'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7239247222065268658</id><published>2008-11-13T15:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:04:50.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SRy_yIzJnjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1xl4uINDzeM/s1600-h/buttmexfeelsgood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SRy_yIzJnjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1xl4uINDzeM/s400/buttmexfeelsgood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268296532193025586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just one more day and this weird-tastic show will be up before you know it. Just to let you know, the first episode is kinda boring so yeah, you might enjoy the later episodes as they come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulster came over yesterday and I'm glad I was able to speak with him about the show and so far he's been satisfied with what he saw. He even got to see the banner that I'll be putting up onto the website later tonight. Remember, if you want to watch the show, go to the website. Don't look here. They may be on Ulster's blog if he decides to put 'em up, but you'll be guaranteed to find 'em there on the website which happens to be: &lt;a href="http://www.yulahov.8up.org"&gt;http://www.yulahov.8up.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you go, the trailer again. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSVj5avKz3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSVj5avKz3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7239247222065268658?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7239247222065268658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7239247222065268658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7239247222065268658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7239247222065268658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SRy_yIzJnjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1xl4uINDzeM/s72-c/buttmexfeelsgood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5739089694233165559</id><published>2008-11-11T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:57:30.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Time of Year</title><content type='html'>Ah, my favorite time of year has finally come again!&lt;br /&gt;The cold winds are rushing through my windows and the feeling of warmth under a blanket and the way night feels outside with the cold touch of the air. Sounds pretty fruity, but you gots to admit, it's a GOOD gay feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it my favorite time of year? Not only because the weather is to my liking, but also because this is the time where my family feels really close together and people actually participate in the holiday seasons unlike all the other holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of happiness and joy and to forget all your troubles for only a few days or weeks and it's a time to rejoice and hope for a fresh new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like it because my brothers' and my birthdays are all close to each other in one Bacsal Brothers pack and there's time off from school where you could finally relax and enjoy time with people whom you never really had any for before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this new year and just looking outside and seeing the scenery during the cold weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would love to say something "awfully sweet" as told to me by Shannon, I'll leave this post at this before I make you all puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys all have a good time. :)&lt;br /&gt;"See ya later." - Joven Pajinag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5739089694233165559?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5739089694233165559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5739089694233165559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5739089694233165559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5739089694233165559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/favorite-time-of-year.html' title='Favorite Time of Year'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6815546596438042022</id><published>2008-11-11T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:23:05.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming 11.14.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSVj5avKz3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSVj5avKz3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yul-a-Hov Show. Coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the website man at: &lt;a href="http://www.yulahov.8up.org"&gt;http://www.yulahov.8up.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, check out the website. The Keejster and I have worked all night on it just to make it look awesome. That's why I won't be posting up the new videos here on my blog or on any MySpace bulletins. You'll have to go to the website every Friday to see what's new and what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I feel like a freakin' business man who gives you an 16 GB iPhone for $200 and then I make a 100 GB iPhone for the same price after you buy that 16 one two days later! ahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6815546596438042022?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6815546596438042022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6815546596438042022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6815546596438042022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6815546596438042022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-111408.html' title='Coming 11.14.08'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-6684226666355892015</id><published>2008-11-07T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:20:51.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POST</title><content type='html'>Despite how many times I wish I never did anything stupid or dumb, it does add on to something to laugh about and talk about in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as Noah said to me, when you're sleepy, you're more daring to do something completely ballistic and/or something that you wouldn't normally do. This bulletin is a testament to Noah's true spoken words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks that I wasn't able to eat one last cheeseburger before I left. By tomorrow, what happened tonight would soon become a blurry memory. A memory which will just be me shouting and running through sprinklers while other peoples just made fun of us freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach isn't really that musical and for some reason, I feel like saying that Noah and Kim's dares were something I wanted to do, but can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final question is why did I post this bulletin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because it was never posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-6684226666355892015?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/6684226666355892015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=6684226666355892015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6684226666355892015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/6684226666355892015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/post.html' title='POST'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4809183798502194754</id><published>2008-11-06T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:26:18.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puma Vs. Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7MuFDVEUro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7MuFDVEUro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the first TV/CHAP game is tomorrow and we actually may have a chance of seeing our old buddy Anthony once again after how many months of not seeing him physically. But the above video was shown during the school news this morning and I thought why not post it here on my blog in spirit for the first TV/CHAP game I'll be attending in my years of attending Chaparral High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know 'bout you guys, but it's time to make bets with Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;"See ya on the flip side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4809183798502194754?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4809183798502194754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4809183798502194754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4809183798502194754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4809183798502194754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/puma-vs-bear.html' title='Puma Vs. Bear'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5568105455265768492</id><published>2008-11-04T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:00:51.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Kid Who Doesn't Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SRE2KWhvsaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xdhZXcJvsOc/s1600-h/Obama_introduces_Biden_as_his_running_mate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SRE2KWhvsaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xdhZXcJvsOc/s400/Obama_introduces_Biden_as_his_running_mate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265048990846529954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not going to try and speak about things I don't understand, but damn does it feel good to say, "I lived to see dreams become history."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheesy line, but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't tell my kids that I understood what was actually going on. All I can say is, "People hated Obama 'cause he was half-black and people hated McCain for being old!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5568105455265768492?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5568105455265768492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5568105455265768492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5568105455265768492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5568105455265768492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-kid-who-doesnt-understand.html' title='From a Kid Who Doesn&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SRE2KWhvsaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xdhZXcJvsOc/s72-c/Obama_introduces_Biden_as_his_running_mate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7072967963800588679</id><published>2008-11-01T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:07:02.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture(s) of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SQwajZ1XgfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gyrKgfnpWMM/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SQwajZ1XgfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gyrKgfnpWMM/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263611260021735922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I've finally come to the decision of posting a new picture of the month. It was quite a hard one which is why I've now come to the conclusion of just posting three different pictures. Since basically my life has been split into different sections, why not split the pictures? So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture you see above represents how Crazy Tape Films is starting to get closer and closer together. Although we're missing Jonathan in the picture, it's still a good pic. It's all thanks to the NBA. So call this the weekend picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SQwa5HzXuUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pItTj6lREOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SQwa5HzXuUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pItTj6lREOQ/s400/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263611633138645314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is the finale picture. This picture pretty much sums up how October ended or how exactly we celebrated Halloween. Joven is knocked out and pukes while we're enjoying cupcakes and s'mores. Sadly, no one ate the cake and everyone left when Joven puked. What a shame. Who won the costume contest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SQwbHmxkSrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SABr8hasBg4/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SQwbHmxkSrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SABr8hasBg4/s400/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263611881970748082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture here is the weekdays picture which represents what I do on the weekdays at school with my peepsmos. I have other pictures with other peeps, but I've pretty much spent a lot of time with my best buddy Zach so this is kinda explanatory in a way. This just shows how stupid we act as new Chap Freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there we go. The three pictures of the month. I hope you enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. See ya guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to say a Happy Birthday to two of my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Joven and my other best buddy since 7th grade, Ethan Aguigam.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7072967963800588679?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7072967963800588679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7072967963800588679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7072967963800588679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7072967963800588679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-of-month.html' title='Picture(s) of the Month'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SQwajZ1XgfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gyrKgfnpWMM/s72-c/IMG_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-4227713176604503698</id><published>2008-10-29T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:38:04.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Piercing at Me</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but she keeps looking at me with that face.&lt;br /&gt;That face where she looks like she's angry or that she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;She looks like she thinks I'm a weirdo or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even spoken a word to her before...well, except the time she asked for water and when I asked Kim what we were doing during English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, it's as if she knows. Has there ever been a time where she at least looked at me without a set of piercing eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times she spoke to me, she was looking at something else. My water bottle and the papers on the wall behind me when she responded to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I know that the reason why she can't look at me when she speaks to me is not the same reason why I do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But it's as if she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Although, that's not the feeling I return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-4227713176604503698?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/4227713176604503698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=4227713176604503698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4227713176604503698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/4227713176604503698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyes-piercing-at-me.html' title='Eyes Piercing at Me'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7547090569849266185</id><published>2008-10-28T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:48:58.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Words</title><content type='html'>I was reading my old posts from a year ago and I thought to myself, "Huh, my blog posts are still boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my old blogs and saw how crappy my posts are now and how lame they are compared to last year. Last year, my posts were much more enjoyable and actually had pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe I should create two blogspots? One where you're guaranteed the MoyMoyster experience and another of my beliefs, thoughts, and questions. But then again, that'll just add more confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess times really have changed since last year. I still remember complaining about how 2007 ended so crappily. But really, it didn't. Well, it kinda did, but it wasn't that bad if it causes me to miss it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember in 2007 I was still acting like a little child. Not saying I'm not anymore, but less of a child now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably another reason why I brought this up was because I noticed that last year was a variety of things going on. Now, as much as I love going to the park and playing NBA with the rest of the CTF Crew, but I kinda missed when we were all just playing video games or just doing nothing much to my counterpart's (MoyMoy) demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, whatever happens happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I still remember when Kuya Anthony and I were playing Bomberman and Capcom Vs. SNK 2 EO. I don't know, but now I feel like I've been leaving my brother alone when it comes to video games. For some reason, that whole video game palooza I had earlier this Winter and Spring has died. Right now, my focus is on music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that many more ideas in my head are popping up for music videos. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave one blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7547090569849266185?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7547090569849266185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7547090569849266185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7547090569849266185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7547090569849266185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/10/full-of-words.html' title='Full of Words'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-19954289799126229</id><published>2008-10-24T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:10:41.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of CTF?</title><content type='html'>Is it time for Crazy Tape Films to fall and lay to rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was watching some creative videos on YouTube out of sheer boredom and as I was watching them, I noticed how much better such simple videos are compared to ours. If you look at our videos compared to just some that other people made, ours look like we just took a dump of ideas and molded it into a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to see why our videos just weren't that good anymore. I found out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at these videos and I tried to see what was so different from ours to theirs. The reason is: more than one person participated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound like I do all the work when it comes to Crazy Tape Films, but that's just the way it feels. Who is the writer of our videos? Me. Who is the editor of our videos? Me. Who is the person who directs? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I look at it, the more my dreams of wanting to get a video career in my future are starting to like a mush of spoiled mashed potatoes. I want to direct, not write, execute, produce, etc. all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a real crew of people if I want to get started. I'm really that serious about wanting to be a director kind of guy or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I've said in a previous post, these are the kind of people I need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a writer. I can't write all of our videos as I can now tell. With pressure from school, my mind cannot be as creative as usual. I really need a creative person who can write a video that is possible to be done and is really creative, but not so creative that it becomes bizarre. A really good video that has preferably gone through drafts and the writer has to really take advantage of the surroundings in the setting and the objects and props that we have available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Choreographer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A choreographer is really necessary especially during action or dance scenes. I don't have the slightest clue when it comes to coming up with what to do when you're fighting especially dancing. No experience. I need a person who is willing to teach us how and what to do and help the writer see what really wants to put in the video. It would be really great if someone actually took the time to help us step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Music Composer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sword Wars being taken down from YouTube for it's infringing content, I'm really starting to hope I get one soon. I can't take the chance of all our videos being removed the site just because I used copyrighted audio. I need someone with the talent to produce music using programs such as GarageBand or any other program that will help us create music that will smoothly go along with the video and carry it out nice and easy. The composer will also get extra help from both the choreographer and writer to see what kind of track they should make with what genre and medley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Storyboard Artist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be the storyboard artist, but I do tend to get offtrack sometimes when it comes to this. I need a person who can cooperate with both me and the writer to sketch quick drawings of what we're going to see in the video. The person does not need to be artistic. Stick figures are just fine. As for me, I care too much about visuals so I need someone who gets straight to the point when drawing out the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Camera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love me and the Keejster shooting the video, the both of us are really tired of holding the camera. Well, the Keejster is. I need the Keejster to be in a video, but then again, if he's in there, then who will take care of camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Visual Effects/Editor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love finding out new ways to edit videos and how much fun it is, I do tend to get lazy since I'm busy throwing my Spanish book out the window and falling asleep on my Biology book. I also make many mistakes and I'm still a HUGE beginner at editing as my only practice and teacher was the crappy Windows Movie Maker. Sure, vids online help me out a lot, but that still adds more pressure on me. I need help from somebody who knows how to make visual effects or superbly execute different elements and parts of the video. Now, visual effects can happen later on in my life, but as far as editing goes, I need that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are basically the only 6 people I need so far right from the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember why I wanted to go to SCPA. But since my friends here at Chap are still pulling me back from going there, I can't meet anybody there that could help me out. Besides, with what the Keejster and especially the Antster are saying, SCPA is really going down in the gutter with its students. And when I say students, I mean the kids my age that are pretty much screwing things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to judge quickly, but that's just my pre-judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I think of it, the Keejster was right when he said that this isn't a reason to give up Crazy Tape Films. But I really do need kind of people in our crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find such people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with these kind of people we could make better videos. But in case this sounds too much for what I really need I'll sum it up in better terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. A person with a creative mind and would love to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A person who wants to tutor people on dancing and doing cool jumps and fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone who lives for music and knows what kind of music goes with what. (must listen to more than six genres of music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone who likes to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone who knows how to work the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Someone who is techy and knows how to edit videos together.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go. Done and done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-19954289799126229?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/19954289799126229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=19954289799126229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/19954289799126229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/19954289799126229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-crazy-tape-films.html' title='The End of CTF?'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-7124701871673534784</id><published>2008-10-23T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:32:21.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Vacation</title><content type='html'>Okay, this week couldn't have been all the more unbearable and stressful.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hated this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when someone has been so overstressed over something that they need to have a week's length of break, but since the Educational Board doesn't give a crap about the kids that attend school, we don't receive that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's okay since we need to get our education and everybody has a fair chance, but it's not fair that as you progress each time up into middle school and high school, the times for you to wake up get really aggravating and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember four years ago my grandma always woke me up around 7:15 A.M. so I could get ready for school which didn't start for another two hours. I was pretty sleepy at the time, but besides that, awake. All of a sudden I go to middle school and I'm starting to get really sleepy more often and I have to wake up 15 minutes earlier than before since school started at 8:15. That time for me to take up two hours of rest were no longer a privilege. Then I go to high school where the whole school day makes me sleepy and they expect me to wake up at 6?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of the BS. Why is it that the times have to change? What's the problem? It makes me mad that they even have to drop each time to go to school by an hour. Crap, if elementary school started at 7 o' clock, I'd be going to school in my boxers right about now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm so angry about this whole stuff with school is because it's thanks to these things such as being on time and getting your homework done that really cuts back on my education and I don't learn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make sense yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we spend 7 hours a day at school and just as Mr. Kardouche always says, that's basically half our day just given away for the sake of learning and the future of the world. And then what comes after? We get homework which takes about a horrible hour to three hours at the least after school. How much time do we have to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already tired of exercising my brain for 7 full hours and I don't enjoy my life while I'm still a young stupid kid being mostly filled with homework. Plus, we're only given one day of rest. The other day of the weekend is used to get your homework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could barely live our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more ridiculous is that our education is slightly cut off due to the complaints of "being on time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me angry is that you're forced to miss out and get a tardy slip or you have to do other crap just because you were late when all you were trying to do was get ready to go to school and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really our fault that we are forced to wake up earlier than usual and have to wait in line for a bunch of lousy idiots up in front of you that still won't drop off their kids and the point where they should have already left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me angry. Crap, sometimes it's because we oversleep. Why? Because while we're trying to enjoy our lives, we got stupid work that could be done at school. But even after we finish and it's 8 o' clock at night, we still give ourselves an extra few hours in order to stay up and enjoy our time with family and ourselves and end up staying up all night. Which leads up to the point of getting lack of rest and starting the day being late to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this BS. If only there was an alternative way to get my learning from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is what my experiences have been so far this week. I'm pretty much doing horribly in all my classes now thanks to these stupid requirements that we're supposed to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late to Geometry so now I'm behind 'cause I had to get a tardy slip and missed the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all thanks to the stress I've had all week for not having a good amount of rest over the weekend. (no time for me to appreciate my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slacking in Biology because I keep falling asleep thanks to the overload of homework the previous night and wanting to do my own thing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to go downhill in P.E. because I'm tired and my body is ready to do physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spiraling down in Spanish because I'm just too tired and we move on too fast and my teacher finds the most unhelpful ways for us to practice our Spanish such as giving us so many worksheets and other stupid crap that only tell us what each word means, but not how to say or use it. Teacher only goes over things once because she's lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Health and English 9A class are the only things that I'm still okay in. I'm just trying to get my rest so I could give my best performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also still not eating breakfast. Why? Because after I wake up, it usually takes about a two hours to four hours until I finally get hungry or if I wake up late, I'm usually hungry at the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with me waking up at 6 where I'm still very tired, I don't feel hungry until I'm almost fully awake or until the point of hunger finally kicks into mind. Therefore, I don't feel like eating anything for breakfast or I'll throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you how screwed up this whole education thing is.&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I are paying more than just money for my stupid education, but also my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, someone should say something and actually bring this up to debates or something 'cause I and a bunch of other teenagers out there are getting sick and tired of this stupid crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously stressed out and tired.&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-7124701871673534784?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/7124701871673534784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=7124701871673534784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7124701871673534784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/7124701871673534784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-vacation.html' title='I Need a Vacation'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-5453825534099808922</id><published>2008-10-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:53:55.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Vote</title><content type='html'>Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't vote for either Obama or McCain.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because the votes are already screwed up anyway. There isn't any reason to vote anymore if you know the votes are already just mostly votes from stupid hard headed idiots out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting ridiculous. Now, everyone knows why people are voting against Obama and why they are voting against McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I vote for McCain 'cause of stupid [SHIZ] that Palin keeps repeating about Obama and 'cause I know Obama's a terrorist 'cause of his name although I have no logic and haven't actually researched his background."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm voting for Obama 'cause he's black. Yup, no other reason. Screw the economy! He's black! Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm voting for McCain 'cause if he wins, Palin will the be the first woman vice president! w00t!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M CHARGIN' MAH LAZORS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid are people? I don't even know one thing about all this stupid havoc that's surrounding me nor do I care much about stupid politicians, is it just us teens that actually don't give a [SHIZ] about this crap, but just focus on what really matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. What the hell does race and sex have to do with any of this crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, we could have somebody that is smart and wise such as Ghandi run for president against Satan and all Satan has to do is just paint himself black and give himself boobs and he's pretty much already won the election! Cause that's all most of these stupid dickheads care about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghandi is talking over here and is actually wanting to carry out beautiful plans that will help us live in prosperity, but Satan is over there talking about how he's going to burn us all and plan on enslaving the whole U.S. and he happens to have all the votes just 'cause he's black and has boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the [FRUCK] does this add up to? Are we seriously that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2008 Presidential Elections will go down in history as one of the most stupidest of them all. I bet you if this was just an election for class president or Prom King, McCain and Obama would just shake hands and fly away to a deserted island away from this stupidiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this. I have no experience whatsoever in politics or anything as I'm not old enough to do so, but I could bet you that my vote on either one of them would make as much sense as why anybody else would have for that person or their adversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smarten up you blockheads!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-5453825534099808922?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/5453825534099808922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=5453825534099808922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5453825534099808922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/5453825534099808922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-vote.html' title='Don&apos;t Vote'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-782162118343626718</id><published>2008-10-22T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:19:55.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat to Skinny</title><content type='html'>I was watching some old videos on the Crazy Tape Films website again (http://www.ctf1998.8up.org) and I decided to watch Jonathan's old video that used to be available on his YouTube account for 2-3 days until we removed it for some rude comments about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was about Jonathan saying how much he was proud to be fat and as a joke, I uploaded it onto his profile without his permission and it ended up he actually didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I titled the video &lt;b&gt;"Jonathan Moore: Proud to Be Fat"&lt;/b&gt; and it received so many views and at least three comments in less than 24 hours. Apparently, many people out there had nothing else to do except search for fat people on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments were nothing, but stupid people showing their arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it got me to thinking. How would people react if I uploaded that video again publicly and then upload another video about a week or two later of Jonathan and him now being skinny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I scrapped the idea because I knew that now that they have the knowledge of Jonathan once being fat, they would still make fun of him and sarcastically put comments such as, "G00D 4 u fattyt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that got me thinking. Why is it that when people see someone as fat first and then skinny that they still bag on the guy kind of about it, but when they know someone skinny at first and then turn fat, they just joke around and pretend as if it was nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of unfair if you think about it. I've subscribed to some people on YouTube who are now gaining weight and apparently everyone is okay with it and joke around, but when it's some already fat dude who is now losing weight, they bag on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously unfair and I don't see why people are just so stupid in making such judgments and acting that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, arrogant skinny people who go online to search for "fat" videos have nothing else to do, but play with their piece of "fat" and stare at a blinding computer screen all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, horrible insult over.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why are things topsy-turvy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-782162118343626718?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/782162118343626718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=782162118343626718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/782162118343626718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/782162118343626718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/10/fat-to-skinny.html' title='Fat to Skinny'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981076024907716913.post-9140189113354519786</id><published>2008-10-15T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:05:03.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SPavJLxXm9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/eqsI6FIb3Sc/s1600-h/draft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SPavJLxXm9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/eqsI6FIb3Sc/s400/draft.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582187315174354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many posts that I never meant for your eyes to see. Now driven away and drafted. It won't be long before this post is drafted as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981076024907716913-9140189113354519786?l=rb1214.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/feeds/9140189113354519786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981076024907716913&amp;postID=9140189113354519786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/9140189113354519786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981076024907716913/posts/default/9140189113354519786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rb1214.blogspot.com/2008/10/draft.html' title='Draft'/><author><name>MoyMoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587905211492531253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SjF-VmiOfHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZQu6fqkUf5Q/S220/moymoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4ahIbV0reE/SPavJLxXm9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/eqsI6FIb3Sc/s72-c/draft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
