<?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-7563482373439929154</id><updated>2011-07-26T03:14:41.222-07:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='fml'/><category term='jazelle'/><category term='horrible'/><category term='2009'/><category term='fuck'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='bad'/><category term='month'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='shooting'/><category term='mountain'/><category term='karma'/><category term='stars'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='pandesal'/><category term='goals'/><category term='my'/><category term='huge'/><category term='winter'/><category term='a.d.d.'/><category term='game'/><category term='life'/><category term='grammar'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='something'/><category term='oranges'/><category term='quarter'/><category term='for'/><category term='pacn'/><category term='different'/><category term='tagalog'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='rollercoaster'/><category term='the'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='baldwin park'/><category term='perfect pusup'/><category term='famous'/><category term='cpp'/><category term='snow'/><category term='february'/><title type='text'>Ang Umpisa</title><subtitle type='html'>The Beginning.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-6968159156259761842</id><published>2009-07-18T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:57:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man.</title><content type='html'>Summer is going by super fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-6968159156259761842?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/6968159156259761842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/07/man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6968159156259761842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6968159156259761842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/07/man.html' title='Man.'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-2619217930726726382</id><published>2009-05-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:25:10.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Amazing...</title><content type='html'>...how one night can significantly change how you feel about someone. And, I'm not talking about some lovey, dovey, crush bullshit. It's a little more serious than that. Hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard so much from you about how much self-respect you claimed to have.  But, after doing what you did last night, I became extremely disappointed in you. And I'd hate to say this, but I lost a whole lot of respect for you after what you pulled. Sure, it may be just for kicks, but I never thought of you as someone that would do what you did. It was tolerable at one point, but towards the end I saw you take it to a whole 'nother level. And it irritated me just knowing what you were doing. Does someone with "so much respect for themself" stoop down to the level of the others that you seemed to have little regard for? Live up to your fuckin' word. Don't just say you have self-respect or want to have self-respect. Act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you won't see me coming up to you and asking you if we can talk about this. It's your life and you can do whatever you want. I simply wanted to express how disappointed I was. I just hope you realize that you're better than that person you were last night and you don't have to follow this "college lifestyle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing! It pissed me off even more when you claimed to be so concerned about someone and seemingly disregarded it the entire night. Again, live up to your fuckin' word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Don't ask me later who I'm talking about. Shanks! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-2619217930726726382?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/2619217930726726382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/2619217930726726382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/2619217930726726382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s Amazing...'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-7314507912048373614</id><published>2009-05-10T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:15:35.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching...</title><content type='html'>I've found a new driving force that brought back a goal that always seemed impossible for me to reach. I gave up on it sometime during junior high, but now I'm determined as ever. Determined to the 9th power or something ;) This goal doesn't even come close to "reaching for the stars." It's more like "reaching for an alternate universe." I hope that "anything's possible if you work hard enough for it" bullshit is actually on my side during this adventure. Well, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you my goal once I accomplish it. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-7314507912048373614?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/7314507912048373614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/05/reaching.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/7314507912048373614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/7314507912048373614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/05/reaching.html' title='Reaching...'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-671247069897570470</id><published>2009-04-12T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:52:30.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><title type='text'>Shooting for the Stars</title><content type='html'>I can feel my life finally making that turn for the good. I was lectured a little over a week ago by my parents. After some advice from my dad and being yelled at from my mom, it finally hit me: I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to do well this quarter or I'm screwed. So, before spring quarter started, I promised myself I would work hard and try to go to every class session, even if going to class wasn't necessary (especially for a class like CIS 101). I screwed around WAY too much for the past five quarters and I need get serious. Seriously, I've never felt so determined to do so well in school like this...EVER.  Shooting for the stars. A's and B's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you have everything under control, good things just seem to follow. Maghintay ka lang. Shooting for the stars. Panoorin mo lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found some valuable time to myself. My parents set a curfew, but they're really just trying to prevent me from staying out late 2 or 3 days in a row. It's pretty bad timing considering it's PACN season, but because of the curfew, I finally found time to myself -- something I haven't had in a while. It feels good just to get away from everything and just reflect on how I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting for the stars. World, padating na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAPPY EASTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-671247069897570470?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/671247069897570470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/04/shooting-for-stars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/671247069897570470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/671247069897570470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/04/shooting-for-stars.html' title='Shooting for the Stars'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-5702588833602538904</id><published>2009-03-25T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:06:50.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous'/><title type='text'>Damn...</title><content type='html'>I wish I was famous...ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I haven't blogged for weeks because...I nothing to blog about? Writer's block? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, here's a little recap. Sportsfest XX was last weekend. Holy Crap. I'm just glad it went so smoothly. But now, it's PACN time. Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades came out...so much for my new year's resolution. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make new goals &amp;amp; wishlist for myself that I need to finish before Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Figure out my fcuking major and finish this year STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a job.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get better at the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy and read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy Harvest Moon for DS&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy Harvest Moon for Wii.&lt;br /&gt;(man i'm a nerd)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-5702588833602538904?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/5702588833602538904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/5702588833602538904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/5702588833602538904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn.html' title='Damn...'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-7208762796475222945</id><published>2009-03-03T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:09:04.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><title type='text'>The Tagalog Blog</title><content type='html'>First off, let me say this: Thanks Christie, for deciding to make us drink with you when we didn't feel like it. The ONE day where we just want to chill, you decide to drink. THANKS. "TADAAAAAAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got back home about forty-five minutes ago. A really small hangover is what's keeping me here in bed. But it's good because I have some time to think for myself. And I really really really really really need to get this off my chest. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap ito, kasi masama ko sa tagalog. Pero, gusto ko lang mag sabihin ito: May gusto ko sa kanya.  Gusto ko mag sabihin ito sa kanya, pero natakot ako. Natakot ako sa pagiging tinanggihan. At saka, kapag malapit siya sa akin, hindi ako pidi mag salita. Napakahirap ito. May gusto ko sa iyo. Naalam ko babasa mo ito. At kaya, gusto ako lang mag sabihin ito sayo. Hindi ka naintindihan ito, pero okay lang yan. Sasabihin koto nanaman: May gusto ko sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tagalog pretty much sucks. bag grammar and all. gudbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kung alam mo kung anong sinasabi ko, sipsip ng titi ko, pare/mare. Wag mo sabihan kahit sino, okay? Thanks. And oh. Dalanghita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-7208762796475222945?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/7208762796475222945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagalog-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/7208762796475222945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/7208762796475222945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagalog-blog.html' title='The Tagalog Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-802399820801353200</id><published>2009-02-26T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:25:38.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lent Blog</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty chill day. I woke up at 12 having 8 hours of sleep. But by the time I got to school, I was hella sleepy. I chilled in the API for a bit until Karl and I headed to the library to get some studying done. Some Barkada-heads eventually joined us. Luckily, I finished most of my work until my A.D.D. kicked in hhaha. After our classes and some Carl's Jr., Gia, Karl, Greg, Charlene and I headed to mass at St. Paul's. HOLY CRAP. That church was soo big, nice, and there were hella lot of people there. They even have powerpoint slides so that everyone can follow. Talk about convenient. After finally receiving our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super cold&lt;/span&gt; ashes on our forehead, we headed back to school. Greg and I ended up playing with Barkada in intramurals. WHAT A GAME. Comebacks and all. T'was fun. As a celebration, pretty much all of us headed to In-N-out. Who ever knew grilled cheese sandwhich's with tomatoes would taste so good? Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about Lent. Like Danielle, "My lenten sacrifices do not need to be announced publicly." I know for a fact that it'll make me be a better person. Let's just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't really complain about the past couple of days. I actually figured out how long my car can go with one full tank of gas. 438.5 miles. Well, maybe a little bit more since I had to drive it to the gas station to fill it back up haha. Wow. 3 weeks without filling up and I have pics to prove it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaZe3l1P6eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MXuIvANfbqE/s1600-h/IMG00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaZe3l1P6eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MXuIvANfbqE/s320/IMG00017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307033520043977186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. Look at my gas tank, its UNDER the E. lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have you guys ever driven so late on the freeway where there is almost NO cars? It's SO peaceful. It's like laying on a hammock late at night, staring at the stars. Look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaZe3rsxKhI/AAAAAAAAADE/YQ32GDUcu5s/s1600-h/IMG00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaZe3rsxKhI/AAAAAAAAADE/YQ32GDUcu5s/s320/IMG00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307033521619020306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, I really need to stop taking pictures while I'm driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-802399820801353200?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/802399820801353200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/lent-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/802399820801353200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/802399820801353200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/lent-blog.html' title='The Lent Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaZe3l1P6eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MXuIvANfbqE/s72-c/IMG00017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-6538718579681347995</id><published>2009-02-23T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:37:25.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christie gonzalez</title><content type='html'>i love christie gonzalez so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i care so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-6538718579681347995?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/6538718579681347995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/christie-gonzalez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6538718579681347995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6538718579681347995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/christie-gonzalez.html' title='christie gonzalez'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-1078296687006163093</id><published>2009-02-22T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:07:23.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oranges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>The Karma's a Bitch Blog</title><content type='html'>On thursday, Nikki, Albert and I went to that plaza-ish place right across from Mt. Sac and we ended up checking out this Korean clothing place. But anyways, for some reason, Albert seemed much taller that day. Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaET39wNXOI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z3aJ7-5Ubxc/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaET39wNXOI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z3aJ7-5Ubxc/s320/IMG00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305543688209652962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...what's Albert standing on?! Yeah, we found these weird shoes with HUGE...soles? heels? idk. whatever you want to call them. But look, he's taller than Nikki. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. So, remember me talking about resorting to cheating in the previous blog? Yeah, it bit me in the ass. I check my grade today and I ended up getting a HORRIBLE score on my midterm...for MU 101!! What the faaack. Karma's a bitch. I Fail....literally. What a day-ruiner. Man I need to study a lot more. This calls for more library time. sweeeeeeeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has really been up and down. Right? Right? Am I right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-star Saturday turned out pretty awesome. I just hate how it's all the way in Pathfinder Park. 10 to the 605 to the 60...its a bitch. Kinda like yo mama. But yeah. I found out one thing though: oranges taste a million times better after you play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaET37GPWZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8XFlfDRbMEg/s1600-h/IMG00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaET37GPWZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8XFlfDRbMEg/s320/IMG00012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305543687496751506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmmm....oranges...and Oh, if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; reading this, (you know who you are) GAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-1078296687006163093?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/1078296687006163093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/karmas-bitch-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/1078296687006163093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/1078296687006163093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/karmas-bitch-blog.html' title='The Karma&apos;s a Bitch Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SaET39wNXOI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z3aJ7-5Ubxc/s72-c/IMG00011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-4361893460400157150</id><published>2009-02-19T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:29:28.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml'/><title type='text'>The Mid-February Blog</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhh. What's up with this month. Everyone seems to be having a bad month, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on with me. I've seem to have lost any motivation whatsoever. School, life, whatever. Don't get me wrong, I've always been pushing myself to keep going, to try and reach my full potential in life. I've actually been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to study by going to the library so I can pull up my grades. I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to become someone I've always wanted to be: a leader. Barkada has helped me grown into someone I never thought I would become...ever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinusubukan&lt;/span&gt; kung kunin yung babae. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hah. don't even try to translate that. and if you do, yeah sounds weird. shut up)&lt;/span&gt; But anyways, when I think about what i've done and am trying to do, one phrase &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; comes to mind: "What's the use?" I've developed an attitude where I believe that everything I do won't mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;. I've resorted to cheating rather than earning my grade. I've become a lazy person that it's affected my club.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (sorry guys)&lt;/span&gt; And, I've grown self-concious about myself, that it keeps me from pursuing what I want. I have no idea why I've adopted this behavior. I'm always telling my friends not to give up and that they can achieve/get anything/anyone in life, as long as they put in the effort. But, how can I say all this if i don't even believe it myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah...another day. Midterm, meeting, quarterly. I just want to get it over with already. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-4361893460400157150?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/4361893460400157150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/mid-february-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/4361893460400157150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/4361893460400157150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/mid-february-blog.html' title='The Mid-February Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-7608911224681271863</id><published>2009-02-18T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:16:19.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rollercoaster'/><title type='text'>The Rollercoaster Blog</title><content type='html'>Life really is a roller coaster. The last couple of days have been pretty good, but today had that gloominess feeling to it for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up in time for my 10' o clock class, which was a review day for my midterm. Shiiiit. I didn't get ANY studying done today at the library (thanks A.D.D.) OR at home. Shiiiit. My iPod almost broke. Shiiiiit. I forgot to fill up my car. Shiiiiit. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were good things: My friend told me he had answers to the test. :O I got a better grade on my COM 100 speech than I thought I would. Sweeeeeet. The Lakers won. Yayyy! I bought myself a sweater from Walmart. Niiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaaiin rooller coasterrr riiidee. No? Idk. It's 3'o clock and my eyes are getting heavy. Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-7608911224681271863?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/7608911224681271863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/rollercoaster-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/7608911224681271863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/7608911224681271863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/rollercoaster-blog.html' title='The Rollercoaster Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-4382644289061577218</id><published>2009-02-16T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:16:50.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cpp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><title type='text'>The Something Different Blog</title><content type='html'>So...I was got sleepy at around 12, and though I would actually get some good sleep, but I ended up watching and episode of HIMYM with my brother. Oh, how I miss watching marathons of that show haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it feels like I need to write a new blog. Life's been getting...surprisingly, better. I don't know, for the past couple of days it's like...there's something in the air that makes my life seem different. I don't know how to explaing it. Its like: Imagine being stuck in a huge maze for a good three months. Imagine how you'd feel when you finally reached the end of it. Thats how I feel. New confidence, new attitude (kinda), just a new life. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally realized how awesome the CPP library is. I feel like I'm obliged to study in there haha. I finally have a place to study where I'm not constantly being distracted, like at home. No guitars to start strumming on, no highlighters to play with, nothing. I'm going to try to go there on a daily basis? Hopefully it'll help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis' all for now. Gudbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-4382644289061577218?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/4382644289061577218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-different-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/4382644289061577218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/4382644289061577218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-different-blog.html' title='The Something Different Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-2623132945927187130</id><published>2009-02-11T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:27:12.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baldwin park'/><title type='text'>The White Mountains Blog</title><content type='html'>So, I didn't wake up in time for my 10'o clock class. Shieeet. Well, i did wake up, but i was just too tired to get out of bed. haha. I eventually had to get up for the E-board meeting at 12. So, I left the house around 11:45AM. While I pulled out of my driveway, I looked left to see if any cars were coming, and something awesome caught my eye instead. The  mountains were hella white!! Seeing them pretty much made my day. (even though we had a horrible experience w/ snow at ski trip -_-). but yeah, i miss the snow already. The rest of the day was the same old same old haha. But, after my class, I headed to the API, where we eventually relocated to the music building for tinikling workshops at 6. Me and vinz went to starbucks where it was nice and warm, while they stayed and practiced. Gia later joined us haha. I think this is going to be a daily thing! lol. good bonding times haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here are pictures of the mountains I talked about earlier. Aren't they neat?! I took these pictures with my blackberry. Sorry, i'm not rich and have those fancy cameras haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually pulled over at the side of my street to take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SZKmjplNbZI/AAAAAAAAACU/PhmVMdH4cZ4/s1600-h/IMG00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SZKmjplNbZI/AAAAAAAAACU/PhmVMdH4cZ4/s320/IMG00005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301482842756050322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another picture right before I was going to make a left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SZKmj9fqn_I/AAAAAAAAACc/vr7lsdXc2Dc/s1600-h/IMG00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SZKmj9fqn_I/AAAAAAAAACc/vr7lsdXc2Dc/s320/IMG00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301482848101507058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try taking a picture WHILE driving, unless you're good at it like me. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SZKmj0UbSzI/AAAAAAAAACk/VCZyZIbg9NA/s1600-h/IMG00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SZKmj0UbSzI/AAAAAAAAACk/VCZyZIbg9NA/s320/IMG00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301482845638445874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man..just looking at these pictures really shows how ugly Baldwin Park is. bahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-2623132945927187130?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/2623132945927187130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/white-mountains-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/2623132945927187130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/2623132945927187130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/white-mountains-blog.html' title='The White Mountains Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SZKmjplNbZI/AAAAAAAAACU/PhmVMdH4cZ4/s72-c/IMG00005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-8170199451409223462</id><published>2009-02-10T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:33:41.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><title type='text'>The FML Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gah. Sorry, this is going to be an semi-emo blog....kinda. First, let me tell you how my day went bahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I woke up to the rain pouring on the roof of my house at around 10:10. I took a quick look outside my window and was like, "holy shit! its raining hard!" Then, I grabbed my blackberry, changed my facebook status to "it's raining hard!" and went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eventually woke up around 12 to my brother asking me if I wanted some food. haha. Yeah, he cooked egg and sausage for me. haha. sweeet. I don't really remember what I did after he asked me that question. I think I went back to sleep? But yeah, I think he woke me up again saying my food was done. (fuck, i have bad memory -_-). So, I had breakfast....well, I guess it's lunch at this point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a shower (oo sexy) and got dressed around 1. (wow..i'm really telling you how my day went down to every detail bahaha) Then, I went on the computer again..but i forgot what I did. It was still pouring, and hailed at one point, so I waited until it calmed down. When it finally did, which was around 2, I fixed my hair and left for school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swore, on my way there I could feel my car hydroplane a few times. Pretty scary. Anyways, I got to school, parked in the "Barkada Parking Lot," just in time to catch the shuttle. haha. nice timing. As I walked towards the shuttle stop, a lady was standing there with no umbrella!! I was like are you crazy? So I tried to be nice and stood beside her and faced my umbrella so that it would block both me and her from the rain. But I did it so she wouldn't notice. I think i saw her smile though. haha. (no, i wasn't trying to hit on her. the lady was like in her 30s i think?) But yeah, I got to the API where Ermie and Gia kept TEASING me about shiet. stupid people. If you're reading this Gia, you need to keep that stuff on the dl!!!...shiieeet hahaha. Anyways, it was time for the sportsfest meeting. so, we all went. it ended pretty early, so i stopped by the API before going to class. 4-6PM PHY 102. easiest class EVER! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, i headed to tinikling workshops. good turnout! lots of people wanna do it this year haha. mannn, too bad i'm not doing it again this year. ooh man that reminds me! i hope i don't get bronchitis this year! hahahaha. terrribleee. gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we headed to Christie's bday thing at Coconut Bay. I swear, I go there too much. -_- But yeah. That was pretty fun. teehee. (if you're still reading..mann. i'm surprised. tank you por reading this boring ass blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, they all headed to the DC house. i really didn't feel like going since i was already kind of sleepy. But, on the way there I felt like i needed to get shit off my chest, so I called one of my friends from HS and asked if he wanted to go w/ me to walmart real quick. He needed to talk too, but never got the chance to talk to me. So, it was a win-win for us haha. So, I picked him up before heading to walmart...and buying NE-YO - YEAR OF THE GENTLEMAN! woot woot. finally got it. i love this guy's songs. but yeah, afterwards we had a deeep talk...man talk. it felt like he really needed to vent, so i'm glad i called him up. I needed to vent a little, so i did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, on with the EMO shit. So, after dropping him back home, i'm left with the thought "what the fuck am i doing." gahh. hence the title? Fuck my life. I don't know, I feel like i'm back to the point i was in the beginning of the year. Yeah, remember "&lt;a href="http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-not-so-good-blog.html"&gt;The So Far, Not So Good Blog&lt;/a&gt;?" Yeah, i feel like i'm back to square one. you know that feeling you get when you bottle up your emotions? and you feel like you want to scream, or punch a hole in the wall? yeah, thats how i feel. but i have no idea why. i mean, school's going great. barkada's going great. wait a minute. i know why. fuck. really? gah. after more than a year, i'm letting IT get to me. I guess its just that, because it's been so long, i've lost the patience. i've always been the one telling everyone "just be patient. don't rush things. patience is a virture." but now i feel like...its all bullshit. i've hit the point where i'm thinking "why can't things go the way i want them to for once?" but hey, i've been in this situation for more than a year, and why let it get to me now, right? Looks like I've got to suck it up and let God show me what he has in store for me. ahhh. the end.......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-8170199451409223462?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/8170199451409223462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/fml-blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/8170199451409223462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/8170199451409223462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/fml-blog.html' title='The FML Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-5510399641845808234</id><published>2009-02-09T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:27:43.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect pusup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pandesal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of February Blog</title><content type='html'>So apparently, Jazelle thinks my blogs are funny. When I asked her which one, she said "ALL OB DEM." Yes, in caps. hahah wtf? Really, Jazelle? Even my serious ones? What a jerk. Okay whatever. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo...it's February. That means January passed.....yeah. meaning..its the second month of the year? idk whats the point of this blog. I just felt like blogging. So everything will be totally random. bahaha. I'm hungry. I want some pandesal + peanut butter mmmmm. Are you hearing my voice as you read my blog? Because thats what I do whenever I read other people's blogs. Its pretty funny. haha. Hey! idk. uhhhhhhh. my chest hurts like a madderpacker. My brother got those "Perfect Pushups" that you see on TV. But..he bought it at Walmart i think for like..20 bucks. And SHIT. They work. my chest is hella sore. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a more serious note...life's been hella busy. This past week, i've been really busy with E-board trying to get shit done. We practiced for the PACN prequel this week. it was hella tight. i wish i could do frank again. that was hilarious. if you havent seen it, its on youchoob. heres the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQgRB861fnk"&gt;Part 1.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHq9EuqlGQ8"&gt;Part 2.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo much fun. and hella rewarding after we performed it. i hope everyone enjoyed and got hyped up for pacn! haha. hmm. idk what else to say. life's just....whatever right now. just trying to enjoy every second of it. teehee. woot woot. yay. okay. i'm done. gudbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-5510399641845808234?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/5510399641845808234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning-of-february-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/5510399641845808234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/5510399641845808234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning-of-february-blog.html' title='The Beginning of February Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-6289926212274759093</id><published>2009-02-02T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:07:23.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a.d.d.'/><title type='text'>The A.D.D. Blog</title><content type='html'>I have officially self-diagnosed myself of having A.D.D. Why? Because at around 8PM, I told myself that I would get off Facebook, and start studying. So, I got my music textbook and placed it on my bed. After I got off Facebook, I thought to myself "hm...why isn't my anti-virus updating?" So, I searched online trying to find ways to update it, but I finally gave up. So, I uninstalled it, and installed a "better" one. Afterwards, I thought to myself "hm...I wonder if I could somehow make my internet connection faster..." So, I googled it, and I was unsuccessful. Then I thought to myself "I wonder if I even need Norton Anti-Virus." Turns out, I don't really need it. So, I uninstalled it. hahaha. Then, I realized I missed a new episode of How I Met Your Mother, so I checked online to see if it was up yet. Nope. Then, I thought it'd be cool if I set up the Media Center program on my computer since I haven't done it yet. So, I did. (I'm checking again right now to see if they put it up online yet....nope.) So now, its 10:05PM, and I haven't opened my textbok. There it is. I have A.D.D. Holy crap. I need to study. hahhaa..hope i don't get distracted. Gudbye. (hey, i can hear my dad snoring. bahaha pretty funny.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-6289926212274759093?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/6289926212274759093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/add-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6289926212274759093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6289926212274759093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/02/add-blog.html' title='The A.D.D. Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-1406877203578130614</id><published>2009-01-31T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:18:49.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drunken Nights Blog</title><content type='html'>It's 6:25AM right now, and YES, I drove myself home...BUZZED! yeaaaaah. I'm so bomb at it.I'm kinda buzzin right now, and I'm still up writing you a blog. You should thank me with Spicy Tuna Rolls. :D Haha, my brother is still up too lolz. He's in the TV room watching Pokemon while eating sardines and rice. bahahah. it smelled good when I walkd out of my room to see what he was doing.  But yeah, I just got home from htty fun, but before I get to the alcohol, lets recap my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school at around 1:30PM and had a sportsfest meeting. I couldn't stay long because I had an MCC meeting to go to at 2PM. WOOO FUN! -_- Butttt yeah, I sat next to one of my awesome friends and pretty much had our laughs throughout the whole meeting. bahaha. good thing she'll be there every meeting. otherwise, i'd be hella bored. Then, I didn't want to walk from England Evans to parking lot B/K all by myself, so I waited for my OTHER friend from the MCC meeting. She finished taking care of her club business and we finally walked to B/K. Good timesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time for me to head to P-Notes practice. gahhh. Headed to Andrew's house and got there around 5, and it ended at 7ish. We head to Speedzone for the Barkada Social, and had even \mooooooooooooooooooooooore fun. man i sound like a little kid. bahaha. idk. w/e. It was pretty fun. Nobody beat my score in the basketball game. 39 biiiiiiitch! No, not those puny basketball arcade games where the rim moves back an forth. But there's a huge one thats like an actual basket lol. I felt my few hours of braggin-ness haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the majority of us headed to Guppy's to eat some dinner since we all were pretty hungry. I ordered SPICY popcorn chicken with DOUBLE rice. mmmmmmmmmmm. haha. And no, I didn't order some ice..montain? (gahh i'm falling asleep as i write this. hahahah .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well, i fell asleep before i could push the publish post button hahhaa. so, on with my blog again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Guppy's some of the guys headed to Ermie's house to drankkkkk. Kevin got wasted bahahhahaha. AGAIN. this guy is hilarious when he's drunk. expect some videos on facebook. hahhah. Ermie, Andrew, and I played a game of drunk 21 bball at 4 in the morning. then his neighbor yelled at us, so we had to go back inside. We had a few talks while we were playing...mainly about girls. hahhaha. ooooh boy. okay. this is it. i just woke up. 3:18 PM. done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-1406877203578130614?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/1406877203578130614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/drunken-nights-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/1406877203578130614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/1406877203578130614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/drunken-nights-blog.html' title='The Drunken Nights Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-4381278283092240773</id><published>2009-01-30T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:22:42.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The If You Really Want It Blog</title><content type='html'>This week started off REALLY well. But just when you think things are going your way, it all falls down again. The first two and a half days were pretty awesome, but it all went downhill from there. Thanks to my poor time-management skills, I was in the same position I was the week before. Sure, I had a great time at P-notes practice on Wednesday, but while I was having so much fun, the time I could have had working on my COM 100 speech was ticking away. As soon as I got home, I got on my bed, turned on my laptop, and laid it beside me as I rested my eyes. I stayed in this position for about 10 minutes and just thought about what I was doing wrong. By the time I finally got around to finishing my outline and getting a practice run on my speech, it was already 3:30. Tonight, I found out something that wasn't to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its pretty crazy because, just when you think you're lost in complete darkness, with no "beam of hope" bullshit that you're always searching for, you realize that sometimes, you need to take things in matters of you're own hands. Sometimes, when you're stuck in a rut, with nothing positive going your way, you have to dig your own ass out and go wherever you need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can do anything you want, if you really want it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZI3pNPeAZ_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZI3pNPeAZ_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;Thank you, Kobe Bryant. bahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a lighter note..kinda..I'm getting kinda sick. So THANKS to whoever passed their sickness to me -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh I REALLY need to get my mind off things, so if today is still friday, lets hangout! I'm at school from 1-4 today. txt me!!! thank you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-4381278283092240773?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/4381278283092240773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-really-want-it-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/4381278283092240773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/4381278283092240773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-really-want-it-blog.html' title='The If You Really Want It Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-6581487580003870551</id><published>2009-01-27T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:30:26.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kat ARE Blog</title><content type='html'>So, I was like "what do i say?" And she was like, "you can talk about how awesome i am. and how much you love me." oooookayyyyyyyy. concieted much. idk how to spell. fuck my life. i need to go back to 4th grade hahaha. but yeah. i need to gooo home!!!!!!!!!!! on my "comphy" bed. hahhaa. the engrish language is confoosing. man, who tot me houw to spoke? my mada &amp;amp; fada? i'm luki Kat is hear so dat she can teets me how spheal. oh mah gawd. dis is memrobale nyte. man. i'm geting butter at sphelengh alredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. she's lafing so moch ryt nuw. i bit her stomak hirts so mats from lafing. ahahhaah alburt just snoard. i howp im geting butter at spheling wurds. tanks Kat!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-6581487580003870551?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/6581487580003870551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/kathleen-robeniol-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6581487580003870551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6581487580003870551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/kathleen-robeniol-blog.html' title='The Kat ARE Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-1635591953662365787</id><published>2009-01-26T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:56:46.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hail in Baldwin Park Blog</title><content type='html'>So, I was doing some homework, and I hear thunder. And I thought "eh, its just thunder." But then, it started to pick up. My light flickered, the broken wind-chimes started to ring, whistles from my cracked-opened window, and what sounded like small pebbles fell on my roof. So, I look out my window and said "WTF!? HAIL!!!!" Me and my brother ran to the front door to take a look. And our Dad and sister joined. haha. take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to catch the hail as it falls in my backyard. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147nIl4aI/AAAAAAAAACM/bBP-7FI5pcc/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147nIl4aI/AAAAAAAAACM/bBP-7FI5pcc/s320/DSC00922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295521702370206114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fail x2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147V-3e5I/AAAAAAAAACE/qQQr4NsRhrw/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147V-3e5I/AAAAAAAAACE/qQQr4NsRhrw/s320/DSC00921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295521697766013842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail in the grass of my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147CVSSVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/krAwCZ6XN8o/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147CVSSVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/krAwCZ6XN8o/s320/DSC00920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295521692491336018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail in the cement of my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147Px88MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jCebs545HUY/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147Px88MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jCebs545HUY/s320/DSC00919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295521696101232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail in my front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX146uEgtVI/AAAAAAAAABs/ADpnDwCH-Q4/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX146uEgtVI/AAAAAAAAABs/ADpnDwCH-Q4/s320/DSC00918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295521687052268882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All these pictures were taken within 5 minutes of when it started. bahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-1635591953662365787?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/1635591953662365787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/hail-in-baldwin-park-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/1635591953662365787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/1635591953662365787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/hail-in-baldwin-park-blog.html' title='The Hail in Baldwin Park Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SX147nIl4aI/AAAAAAAAACM/bBP-7FI5pcc/s72-c/DSC00922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-6682654690686355128</id><published>2009-01-22T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:06:25.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The So Far, Not So Good Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; This blog is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, 2009 hasn't quite started off as good as I hope it would have. Lately, I've been feeling like nothing has been going my way. Lets recap a little since the last time I've blogged. (wait..that was new years, not counting the smile blog. WOW...long time.) And in case you didn't read the title, it hasn't been so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone has been getting sick lately, and this includes me. I haven't gotten it as bad as others, but I still had experienced the runny nose, headache, and the usual coughing. As of right now, its been just about over a week, and I haven't fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had my first breakdown of 2009 not too long ago. It's been what? 3 weeks since the start of the new year, and I've had my first breakdown. As a matter of fact, I don't recall ever having a breakdown like this ever in my life. This COULD be my first if I remember correctly. It all happened about a week ago. Because of POOR time management, I was sitting on my bed doing my English 105 homework at about 2:00AM in the morning, and I wasn't even close to finishing. It was due that very same day at 1:00PM. I remember finishing one of the questions, looked up at the ceiling and calculated this in my head: how much time I would get to sleep if I wake up in the morning to do this? Not much. Right then and there, I gave up and thought to myself, "Fuck This." I sat there for a few minutes and thought about what I had on my plate. It felt as if something bad filled my entire body, and drove me to the point where I felt like I needed to punch a hole in a wall. No, I'm not that type of person that would do that (haha), but being at this point of life, quite possibly the first time, left me not knowing what to do. I came to the conclusion that there was a good chance that I would drop my ENG 105 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Thursday), I woke up around 10 with a huge headache (i was a little sick this week) realizing I missed my music class. I fell back asleep a few minutes later and woke up at around 12, still with a big headache. The Barkada Meeting started. At first, I thought I would try to stay in and hope for myself to get better, but I realized I had class at 1, and needed to get ready anyways. I got to school at 1, and made the final decision that I would drop my class. On top of the homwork I didn't finish, I already missed many assignments that she had assinged. I didn't want to deal with it anymore.  I received a W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, my computer broke. I turned it on the morning of that day, and I got an error message saying some bullshit crap about my checksum not matching the calculated checksum. I'm decent with computers, so I did all that F8-F10 crap, and none if it worked. I called HP and they told me I had to order the Recovery Disc. I didn't want to deal with it. I put my laptop away, and left for Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas was probably the only thing that went well for me so far. It gave me time to get away from things and just have fun. Theres so much I can talk about, but I think all the pictures and videos on facebook can tell much more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SXmIVsdnreI/AAAAAAAAABc/m07Hwet_GfY/s1600-h/n736305401_5574033_985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SXmIVsdnreI/AAAAAAAAABc/m07Hwet_GfY/s320/n736305401_5574033_985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294412743244754402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks for the picture Zugey :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home Sunday afternoon and went to Best Buy to see what the Geek Squad would do. They told me to order the disc, too. So, I ordered it. I got it on Wednesday, ran it TWICE on my computer, and it still didn't work. So, I did what everyone in Barkada does when their computer is having problems: Ask Ermie. Ermie worked his magic and told me it was my RAM all along. I didn't need to use any Recovery disc shit. To make things simple, I could have just removed the broken RAM card, and it all would have been better. But since I ran the recovery disc, ALL MY FILES ARE DELETED. gahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home today after a usual day at school, with my mom telling me that another one of my relatives passed away. That amounts to two in the last two months. It hit me. Spend as much time with them as you can. You'll never know when it's their time to go. It just helped me realize how grateful should be for my elders, especially my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this was a lot to read. Hope your eyes are still okay. Well, I'm getting sleepy, i've had a rough week. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-6682654690686355128?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/6682654690686355128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-not-so-good-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6682654690686355128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/6682654690686355128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-not-so-good-blog.html' title='The So Far, Not So Good Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SXmIVsdnreI/AAAAAAAAABc/m07Hwet_GfY/s72-c/n736305401_5574033_985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-661071387342835684</id><published>2009-01-12T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:16:27.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smile Blog</title><content type='html'>The smile is the most powerful expression of all face expressions. Why? 1.) Because it serves for more than one purpose. &amp;amp; 2.) Because it can deceive ANYONE. 3.) It may lead to worse situations. Wikipedia defines a smile as, a smile is a facial expression formed by flexing those muscles most notably near both ends of the mouth."&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt; Silly Wikipedia, it's no wonder why our college professors always tell us to never use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile is that miracle-rope we always wished for whenever we wanted to get pulled out of an troubling/awkward moment. Think back. When someone confronted you after doing something horrible, how did you try to make things better? You forced out a smile and said something. When things got really awkward, how did you try to get out of it? You smiled and said something to hopefully recoup yourself. Remember the advice you got from...well, whoever it was, when you didn't know what to do? "Just smile and look pretty!" The smile serves more than just depicting happiness, its your own Baywatch lifeguard....but only for those "moments." Other than that, we all know what the smile ultimately means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile, as we all know typically represents pleasure of some sort. When we were kids we would smile whenever we got to drink chocolate milk. When it was time to open our Christmas presents, we would smile when we received the toy that was #1 our lists. When we were in high school, we would smile as we talked to that special someone. When we finally got that $10 raise, we smiled as we spent it on a new pair of Vans. Everyone is so fixated on knowing what makes us smile, that we think everything is okay when someone else smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why the smile can deceive ANYONE. We all know we want the best things in life, but what do we do in those times when we come up short? We smile. When we got Sunny Delight instead of chocolate milk, we smiled because it was still delicious. But in our minds, we still had that craving for chocolate milk. When we got the toy that was #2 on our lists, we smiled because we were content. But we still didn't have the toy that was #1 on our lists. When the special someone went with someone else, we smiled because we were happy for them. But we knew we'd be happier if we were the ones holding their hands. When we got that $5 raise, we smiled because it was still a raise. But we knew we worked harder than that. Everyone sees what's on the outside, that smile full of joy. But they have no idea that something's killing you in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why the smile can lead to unhappiness. We spend so much time tricking others into thinking that we are happy with what we have, that we are enjoying life without a bother. But what happens when we fake that smile for too long? We get weaker and it fades away. Put this into perspective. Hold a backpack/purse or whatever you have that is filled with books and notebooks out right in front of you with one arm. As the seconds go by, you can feel it getting heavier and heavier until you can't hold it up anymore. Just like the smile. When you finally hit that point, you let everything go all at once, leading to inadequate situations. This is why the smile is troubling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This blog really serves no purpose. I just really wanted to get this off my chest. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-661071387342835684?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/661071387342835684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/661071387342835684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/661071387342835684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile-blog.html' title='The Smile Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-8488594207434211324</id><published>2009-01-09T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:17:57.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>The First Winter Quarter Blog</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the Lakers game right now...shit is INTENSE!!!!! bahaah. KOBE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wow, it's been 10 days since the last time I've blogged. So much to talk aboot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first week of winter quarter passed. My schedule's whack! I only have one class on Mondays and Wednesdays....at 4?! so much time to sleep. yayyyy. But then I have 3 back to back classes on Tuesdays and Wednesdays from 10-5 with really no break. There's U-hour, but I have E-board meetings on Tuesdays, and Barkada General meetings on Thursdays. No time to get food!! Looks like I have to start making my own baon. baahaha. But yea, 16 units. All GE's. I can't fail ANY of them. If get a C or lower in any of these classes, i'm treating you to lunch....dollar menu from Mcdonalds. baha.  No really. A's and B's only. My classes are awesome though. My physics 102 professor is awesome. mu 101 seems really easy. eng 105 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be easy since 90% of my grade is the midterm and take-home essay. and com 100 could be the best class EVER. 4 barkada people in there, (didn't even know they hadthat class haha) a really fun professor, and really cool classmates haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just seems to be having relationship problems to begin 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One being from someone who was in a relationship for 3 years and broke up recently. It's really hitting him hard. I mean, 3 years. holy shit. I can only imagine how this guy is feeling. But seriously, like I said before, give it time. Sometimes people aren't meant to be, and thats just that. Sure you're not going to get over her overnight like you hope you would, but don't worry, things will work out. Who knows, maybe there's someone out there waiting for you (oh man i sound lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other situation scares me a little. Someone that I'm getting pretty close to this year is going through intense shit right now. From the things you've told me, I wouldn't blame you for wanting to beat her ass. That girl seems hella psycho. (It's crazy how far certain people will go just to get a guy). I know I told you this, but because I don't want you doing anything stupid, I really just want you to let it go. Let karma do it's job. She said those things she said hoping to piss you off, and because it did, she feels like she's won. Thats why you need to let it go. If you don't, then you're only letting yourself down because you let someone like her get to you. Just let this go and try to live life! Its just hella scary when you sound like you're gonna kill somone hahah. I'm just looking out for ya, don't do anything stupid, fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is probably something all of us can relate to. Why are people so confusing. They do one thing and mean the other. One of my close friends from high school is in the process of getting over someone that he's been hung over for a while. Sure you get those butterflies whenever she's around, and she does things to make it seem like she feels the same way you do, but after so long with no progress at all, you deserve someone better. If you feel the way you've been feeling, then in my opinion, she's not worth it. And I know you feel lonely right now, but just be patient and wait for your turn. You'll catch someones eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to broadcast's everyone's situations, but I just feel like there could be others in the same situation as you and can use the same advice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life...in General&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty fun. I went to UCI on thursday. It was so funny, me and brian kintanar got lost and I ended up having to call my high school friends that goes there to pick me up and walk us to the meeting. hahaha. Thanks Steph and Caroline! But yeah, the campus was HUGE. I was talking to Brian about this and it was pretty funny: We were thinking that it kinda makes us feel stupid visiting a college that we were rejected from because its like "i'm visiting a college right now that rejected me because i'm not smart enough" hahaa. And its probably true about how UC students feel like they're better than Cal State students because they go to a UC. das madapaken boolshet man. haha but yeah. Kaba's meeting was hella fun! Got acquainted to a couple of people, pretty awesome. Afterwards, there was a little kickback at the DC house...damnn what a fun night. hahaha Kevin Hsu, 14 shots?!?! holy shit. but hey, thats what you get for challenging 3 eboard guys hahaha. I ended up having to sleepover the house and because of that my parents didn't want me going out tonight -_-. I wanted to go to UCLA!!! damn itttttttt. But anyways, 2009: so far so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-8488594207434211324?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/8488594207434211324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-winter-quarter-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/8488594207434211324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/8488594207434211324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-winter-quarter-blog.html' title='The First Winter Quarter Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-8761960647622055941</id><published>2009-01-01T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:50:03.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>The New Year Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last year has been one hell of a year. I honestly don't know where to begin because this year has just been a fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; (excuse my language, but i feel like it won't do enough justice to how crazy 2008 was without saying the 'f' word :P). 2008 is definitely a year that I CANNOT forget. I've made new friends, kept long-time ones, and gotten close to many. 2008 marks the year of unforgettable memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Job/Girlfriend/Wife: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barkada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barkada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, but when you love something so much, its hard not to thank them for all the memories. Whether it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PACN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sportsfest&lt;/span&gt;, Friendship games, or just random outings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Barkada&lt;/span&gt; will always be the highlight of my year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Barkada&lt;/span&gt; has brought me out of my shell and has transformed me into a whole different person. Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Barkada&lt;/span&gt;, I can easily say that I was an extremely dependent person. I needed others right beside me in order for me to decide whatever it is I needed to do. After just a few months being on E-board, I can call myself independent, a quality I've always wanted to posses. Not only am I dependent, but I've become a better leader, another quality I've always thought I've never have. With that, I know I have transformed into a completely different individual, and that's something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; fucking proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 4 Letter Word That Starts With an 'L'....and Ends With '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WARNING: Brace yourself, there WILL be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;A new year began, and I was just a few months after a breakup. I know I made the right decision breaking up, but I simply underestimated how hard it would be to find someone. Sure, I've met tons of new people, but I never actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; someone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know that saying, "You never forget your first love?" It's true. I know this sounds bad, but even though I broke up with my ex (and again, i still think it was the right decision) I still feel something whenever she's around. (wow, i can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; about to say, but...) After just more than a year, I've never completely lost all my feelings for her. (o_o i know, right?) The last time I saw her was a few weeks ago at my high school's choir's concert. I was there with a bunch of friends to watch my sister and a few other friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;perform&lt;/span&gt;. About 10 minutes into the concert, I see her to my left walking down the isle and stopping at the isle behind where i was sitting. I guess my friends saved her a seat. No, we didn't talk. But I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; do right? We don't talk to each other because of how awkward it is?&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, it's 2009. A new year calls for new adventures. And in those adventures, she's bound to be a part of it, right? (...hopefully) Holy crap, this sounds so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, I shall stop with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, and on to the resolutions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I forgot what my resolutions were last year, so I can't say if I accomplished anything. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bahaha&lt;/span&gt;. sad.)&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #1: Get GOOD grades. None of these half-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; efforts. C's are NOT okay anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #2: Workout. Fuck..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Resolution&lt;/span&gt; #3: Prioritize. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; need to do this. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There it is. Happy New Years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-8761960647622055941?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/8761960647622055941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/8761960647622055941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/8761960647622055941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-blog.html' title='The New Year Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-2129713716254933491</id><published>2008-12-29T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:45:10.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>The Christmas Blog</title><content type='html'>I was going to wait until New Year's to blog so that I would have just this one huge blog, but NJ told me to do it now, so eh, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVlVmAymU0I/AAAAAAAAABE/GfRGggbV_wQ/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVlVmAymU0I/AAAAAAAAABE/GfRGggbV_wQ/s320/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285349749231604546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks beeyoutipul ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year was pretty...different. I don't know why, but it just didn't feel right. Maybe because I hyped it up too much? Maybe it's because the Christmas Eve party was hosted by people that don't celebrate Christmas?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (yeah, i know...weird.)&lt;/span&gt; Gah. Hindi ko alam. It was pretty weird on Christmas day because some of my aunts are fighting because of something stupid and aren't really talking to each other. So the whole time, some of them were kind of on the opposite sides of the room. Hah. Whateber. At least the Lakers won!!! So that made my day better! :D I know you people usually get either awesome gifts, or $150+. I got...clothes and some money. bahahaha. Doesn't matter, i'm still happy. teehee. But yeah, before the party, me and my family &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my family and I? idk. bad grammar) &lt;/span&gt;took pictures like we do every year. and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVlVmp_80nI/AAAAAAAAABU/bWnOvC0VDeg/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVlVmp_80nI/AAAAAAAAABU/bWnOvC0VDeg/s320/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285349760293458546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good genes run in our family, hahah jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVlVmR7vBYI/AAAAAAAAABM/KFD-prCTzPQ/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVlVmR7vBYI/AAAAAAAAABM/KFD-prCTzPQ/s320/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285349753833325954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life...in General&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I can't stop listening to Ne-Yo's latest cd. It's hella good lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! So yesterday, I was out chillin with a friend yesterday, and we ended up visiting one of his friends in Fullerton. It was pretty crazy. We talked about deep shit haha (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no homo&lt;/span&gt;). But I swear, its like I have a new motto to life after that day haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Live Life as it comes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-2129713716254933491?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/2129713716254933491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/2129713716254933491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/2129713716254933491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-blog.html' title='The Christmas Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVlVmAymU0I/AAAAAAAAABE/GfRGggbV_wQ/s72-c/DSC00455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563482373439929154.post-8503008859711121327</id><published>2008-12-24T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:43:03.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning Blog</title><content type='html'>...Okay, well it isn't really the beginning, but its the beginning of my BlogSpot days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, I've converted from an Xanga-er to a Blogspotter. Nice. Xanga just seems too...kiddy? But anyways, there is SO much going on I don't even know where to start. Now, I haven't blogged since my freshman year....of high school, so sorry if I sound newbie-ish. Oh! and just to let you know, whenever I say something in parenthases, look at it as a....thought bubble. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grades came in a week ago and I'm so disappointed in myself. I got 3 C's and...well, lets just say I didn't do so good in my other class. I guess I underestimated how much time E-Board would take out of my life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(E-Board? Don't worry, you'll hear about that later.)&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what happend to me the last couple of quarters. I've lost the drive to do good in school, and this is where it's gotten me. I've been so into my social life that my academics have paid the price. This is a good slap in the face to bring me back into reality -- to help me realize that I have to work for what I want. Looks like I have to kick it in to high gear next quarter. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E-Board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I haven't blogged since my freshman year of high school, so theres like 4 years of Justin Rodriguez missing on the internet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(haha). &lt;/span&gt;If you didn't know me back then, then you didn't know I used to be that guy sitting in the classroom, paying close attention to what the teacher was saying, not saying a word. I remember my biology teacher was giving out extra credit to help us jump on grade letter, and all we had to do was sing. Yeah, I didn't do it. This was me during the first years of high school. Then came senior year. Irornically, I joined choir. Choir brought me out. I made it into chamber choir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the highlight of my high school career)&lt;/span&gt; that cracked a small window in my shell. We eventually won 2nd place Gold of the many schools that participated (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yayuhh!!)&lt;/span&gt;, I was the "Other Jock" in our High School Musical play (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, I still can't believe I did that)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here I am. One of the 13 Executive Board Members leading one of the largest clubs on campus. Who would've thought? The guy that was voted "Most Shy" in 7th grade is now the ASI/MCC Representative &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(basically Internal VP)&lt;/span&gt; of a well-known organization in Cal Poly Pomona. What do I do? I basically interact with other clubs' representatives in Cal Poly and try to collaborate. If I was still in Middle School, and someone told me that I would be doing this, I'd laugh in their face and then probably turn red out of embarassment because everyone heard me laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-board has been an adventure. We all had our FML moments this quarter. Some more than others. I went through about 4 straight weeks of HELL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thanks to poor time management. um...I'd talk about it, but i don't think its important anymore). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boog-E-Board. Thats us.  About half of our term has passed. Our two biggest events are coming up. Lets make the best of it. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha i don't even think most of em will read this -__-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life...in General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It seems like everyone and their moms did something new this year. Everyone got peircings and whatnot. What did I do? FAUXHAWK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What the QUADD?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah, if you haven't noticed from my profile pic, here's another pic, look at me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVIzMbiawdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ezH_4V0A9KQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVIzMbiawdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ezH_4V0A9KQ/s320/Snapshot_20081221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283341601502577106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..different, right? Don't worry, we'll get used to it....hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is weird...its trying to bold my font, but I didn't click on bold)&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!!! I don't know what we're doing yet. We're supposed to be having a family party at my house today, but my mom is leaving to Florida. So, i'm pretty sad about that. She's going there because my Inang past away recently. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(RIP Inang)&lt;/span&gt;. First Christmas without my whole family. I've never really had time to think about that, but now that I do...it kinda sucks! I hope all goes well this year. Anyways, I think this is all for now. I'm getting REALLY sleepy since its almost 5AM&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Mag Ingat Kayong Lahat! (I hope i said that right haha.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7563482373439929154-8503008859711121327?l=linitsujil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/feeds/8503008859711121327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/8503008859711121327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7563482373439929154/posts/default/8503008859711121327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linitsujil.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning.html' title='The Beginning Blog'/><author><name>Justin Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910656118251818884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVI0dUf8JII/AAAAAAAAAAg/9x1gNVVDEDM/S220/Snapshot_20081221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PrJPy76pv-w/SVIzMbiawdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ezH_4V0A9KQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20081221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
