<?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-4585834375903989617</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:25:01.453-07:00</updated><category term='Guppy Tea House'/><category term='good music'/><category term='mass'/><category term='Guinness Book of World Records'/><category term='leukemia'/><category term='Brandon Rayner'/><category term='90&apos;s RnB'/><category term='bone marrow transplant'/><category term='book'/><title type='text'>"Friend of the People"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-1070710755083217310</id><published>2010-02-19T03:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T03:09:52.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decided.</title><content type='html'>So i decided, i'm  going to keep this blog...atleast to use for my own personal thoughts, feelings, etc. I don't think anyone really reads or follows this one so it makes it easier. I'm thinking i'll start another one which will be more for the "cool" stuff. We'll see...or maybe i'll just make this one "look" cool. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-1070710755083217310?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1070710755083217310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=1070710755083217310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/1070710755083217310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/1070710755083217310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2010/02/decided.html' title='Decided.'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-9207110056297941863</id><published>2010-02-18T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:25:02.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello...</title><content type='html'>...anyone out there?? I haven't blogged in ages but been getting that urge again. Thinking if i should re-start blogging here or start another one and start fresh. hmmmm...in the mean time, for your viewing pleasure: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CeZkvxfHd40&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CeZkvxfHd40&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-9207110056297941863?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/9207110056297941863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=9207110056297941863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/9207110056297941863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/9207110056297941863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello.html' title='hello...'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-7252878016887560900</id><published>2009-05-31T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:35:12.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Specific...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while since I've written anything in here. It's not like I never have things to write about cause I do. I always have thoughts, events, randomness that I just want to put down and alot of times I'm actually writing the blog in my head, but by the time I get to the computer, i just don't have the urge to sign on and put it down on paper(or in this electronic filled world, computer screen). I think that's why I really like Twitter and why I post on there alot. Whenever I have a random thought or just something i want to put down, it's readily available. I should just do what Ceez's does and take all my "tweets" at the end of the day and copy them and make them one blog. Speaking of twitter, i'm really tired of people complaining when I see them that I "tweet" alot. Ummm, there's a simple fix: turn off your "text notifications" for me...OR, DON'T FOLLOW ME. Atleast I don't have "AIM CONVERSATIONS" on twitter. RANT OFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Another year of Bmod has come to an end and the End-of-the-Year Banquet is upon us. I'm very proud of my "kids." Even though I didn't actually compete with them this year and I wasn't always around at practice, I felt like I was with them all the way. I only missed one of their club performances, one school performance, and one at the dance studio's parking lot but for the most part, i was there. They have all come along way since we had deliberations for them to be on the team in fall and they've grown so much since then. They may have not placed but "dancing isn't just about winning and getting trophies and getting recognition...it's about demolishing everyone else!" haha! sorry, inside joke. But really, I'm proud of how far they have come as individual dancers and how far they have taken the team. I didn't tell any of them(but some will know after reading this blog) that at Ultimate Brawl(their last competition of the year) as they were performing, i thought back on the year and the first social and the first rehearsals and where they were at now and I don't know why, but the auditorium got really dusty and made my eyes water. Damn allergies. LOL. As for me, individually as a dancer, I'm not going to lie...I miss it so much. It was the one thing I had in my life where I could go and put the stress from everyday life on hold. Being away from it has made me realize how "sane" it kept me. I know I can't dance forever, but while I believe I can still do it, I will...even if it's just through workshops and classes. "Dance like no one's watching..." Oh one more thing...It's that time again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/100/l_4b8df1444ac24f1f81a4d8a3643b18f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 464px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/100/l_4b8df1444ac24f1f81a4d8a3643b18f2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lakers &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My beloved Lakers made it to the finals again. But they didn't do it without giving me alot of scares, headaches, stress, and nervousness. Haha! I hope they're ready for the Orlando Magic because they're going to be tough team to beat and this isn't going to be an easy series. I'm hella excited though. Can't wait...speaking of Lakers, these playoffs made me realize, I don't know what annoys me more...Laker haters or, arrogant Laker fans who act as if they were the ones who just played in the game or, Laker fans who are dumb BASKETBALL fans. I can't pick, they all annoy me equally. The Nike Lebron and Kobe puppets really crack me up(best Nike commercials since that other guy that wore the number "23"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/azMR-ZYaOnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/azMR-ZYaOnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cars&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My cars have been given me alot of stress lately. From paying for insurance, registration, gas, smog, maintenance, or just to get them running right. I know I shouldn't complain because they get me from point A to point B but sometimes, UGGGHHHHHH!! The civic has been giving me the most stress. I failed smog last february because my timing was off but for the past few months, I couldn't figure out why it was off. I finally gave in and paid a friend to get it smogged "not so legally" Sorry Mother Earth but hey, my civic still runs cleaner than most cars out there. Then, on my way to a bbq last night, she decides to overheat. I think the radiator it busted. *sigh* i should start cracking on that now, but i'm still in lazy mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiLmVQm7HvI/AAAAAAAAABI/LiCi6BF4s8c/s1600-h/IMG00322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiLmVQm7HvI/AAAAAAAAABI/LiCi6BF4s8c/s400/IMG00322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342085360924696306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. FAIL. Neeext.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/fail-owned-love-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/fail-owned-love-fail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brother&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My brother graduated from SDSU a couple of weeks ago. I'm so damn proud of him. He went from barely graduating from high school to graduating "Magna Cum Laude" in college. He deserves it. He worked so hard in college. While the rest of us siblings all got involved with our various clubs and events, he buckled down and studied. Especially difficult when going to a party school like SDSU. All the friends he made were from his major or people who were focused on school. And he's coming out of college with the least amount of debt compared to us. Good job bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiLmmWH3hOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4a7opKMpdtA/s1600-h/IMG00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiLmmWH3hOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4a7opKMpdtA/s400/IMG00293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342085654462825698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a long enough blog. I should really get started on working on that car. One last thing, one of my cuter roommates: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiLmzq7qM6I/AAAAAAAAABY/DxDbcDJgbOY/s1600-h/IMG00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiLmzq7qM6I/AAAAAAAAABY/DxDbcDJgbOY/s400/IMG00311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342085883387065250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-7252878016887560900?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/7252878016887560900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=7252878016887560900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/7252878016887560900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/7252878016887560900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-specific.html' title='Nothing Specific...'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiLmVQm7HvI/AAAAAAAAABI/LiCi6BF4s8c/s72-c/IMG00322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-3989956599731579357</id><published>2009-03-25T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:58:14.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spending quality with her and I can't help but reflect how much I need her in my life. Her voice, her heartbeat has always been in the background, with every step, every journey and she's never left my side. I know I can always trust her, I know she won't let me down. She is a part of my life and that's where she will always be. I love her and she loves me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad, she lets me cry. If I need comforting, she soothes me. When I'm happy, she smiles with me. When I'm excited, she jumps for joy. She brings out the best in me, and sometimes, the worst. She can make me dance with all my heart, or make me sit around and do nothing...she makes every moment with her worthwhile... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been through so much herself. I've seen her change in so many ways since we first met, but she still knows how to touch my heart...how to move my soul...I've seen people take her to different places and different heights. I've seen her in all her glory and I've seen her at her worst. They've manipulated her in every way possible way, but it doesn't change the beauty i see in her. She's still the same to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still long for how she use to be. I try to remember the first time her beauty crossed my thoughts...the first time her voice vibrated in my ears. In the end, as I have grown and changed in my own right, she will too. I will cherish how she was but I'm excited to see where she will go. I love her and all that she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue my journey of life, i will hold her close and she will always be a part of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is life, music is soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-3989956599731579357?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/3989956599731579357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=3989956599731579357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/3989956599731579357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/3989956599731579357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/spending-quality-with-her-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-5776181566033135415</id><published>2009-03-04T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:27:08.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for the Border</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was Bmod's annual Winter Retreat...unfortunately for me, I was sick so I was not able to join in the snowboarding, alcohol, and other shinigans that goes down at Winter Retreat. Instead I stayed home most of the weekend. It seems I was sick the whole month of Feb. Happy bday month to me indeed. I had two cases of the flu, a cold the rest of the time and a cough that didn't seem to want to go away. Yay! So instead of being out and about, I was inside and bored. But I was productive. I finally finished cleaning and rearranging my room. The turntables are set up(let's see if I actually start messing with them now)and I can walk around again without having to find places to step. However, spending Friday night and all of Saturday at home, was too much for me. So when Marco invited me to go on an SD run with Bert and Maja to get some Chamorro food, it was hard to resist. Armed with my roommate's Canon G10, we were off. (Side note: I think I've been bitten by the photography bug. Must invest in a nice camera). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day for a drive. Most of the trip was spent listening to old school hip hop/r&amp;b jams or listening to Maja and Marco play the "license plate game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3327998180_57bd868740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3327998180_57bd868740.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or making fun of the Bert because of the rainbow that followed him everywhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3327160831_7604c53244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3327160831_7604c53244.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you know how i know Bert is gay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was, of course, Islander Grill to get some good ol' Chamorro food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3328014894_7792d99c6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3328014894_7792d99c6f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3328012564_3b73df6336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3328012564_3b73df6336.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my usual: Combo#2 with BBQ Pork Ribs, Chicken Keleguen, and some Red Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3327171849_6caff3feab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3327171849_6caff3feab.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were all done and satisfied from our meals, we decided to pay our friends at 5&amp;A Dime a little visit. Before we left, Bert decided to leave his calling card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/3327168141_5318411c1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/3327168141_5318411c1d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows, maybe he'll get some gigs down there and we'll have more reason to come back and get some Chamorro food(San Diego is the only place in So. Cal to get Chamorro food unless you cook it yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to downtown San Diego and 5&amp;A Dime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3328022764_e2f07233e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3328022764_e2f07233e6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3632/3328023702_d8edab6379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3632/3328023702_d8edab6379.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3568/3328035880_c478d4ac0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3568/3328035880_c478d4ac0a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/3328027184_19ae98dbd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/3328027184_19ae98dbd1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3327200229_3cefaecf03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3327200229_3cefaecf03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3328025720_56935c5859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3328025720_56935c5859.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3327190761_9259c76d2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3327190761_9259c76d2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3539/3327208323_755eed48e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3539/3327208323_755eed48e1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopped it up with the Gian of 5&amp;A Dime. Seems like everyone is feeling the effects of the dipping economy. Sad times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said our "byes" to Gian and SD and set off for our trip home with a quick stop at Yogurtland. "Stay Classy San Diego..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-5776181566033135415?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/5776181566033135415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=5776181566033135415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/5776181566033135415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/5776181566033135415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/run-for-border.html' title='Run for the Border'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3327998180_57bd868740_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-3488989125312310622</id><published>2009-02-21T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:12:25.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritation...</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in here in like forever...i need to get on track again. But right now I'm just too irritated. Sometimes I wonder, are some people just that blunt or that socially retarded? Are people really that oblivious to what they say?! All i can say is that I put my heart, sweat, tears and everything else into that same thing you call a "team" or maybe, even a "family." And for someone to make that kind of remark they did to not only me, but to someone else who put so much into that same thing, I honestly don't know how I walked away without throwing a nice fist to your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...for people who always need to be the center of attention...GET OVER IT! The universe revolves around the sun...not you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...rant off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-3488989125312310622?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/3488989125312310622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=3488989125312310622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/3488989125312310622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/3488989125312310622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2009/02/irratation.html' title='Irritation...'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-296594505190823998</id><published>2008-09-24T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:47:23.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, but rich...haha!</title><content type='html'>So I came across this video on youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPGXsDo-fX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPGXsDo-fX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had me thinking. I haven't had a serious relationship in YEARS...I haven't really dated much either. There have been crushes here and there and a couple where I totally fell or was falling for the girl, but I always find myself getting stuck in the "just a friend" ladder. The, "I see you like a Kuya(older brother)" or the "I don't want to risk our friendship" situations. Yeah, it's probably my fault cause I like to get to know girls as friends first and I've never really been one to date a stranger. Anyway, back to my conclusion. I've come to the conclusion that if it's not in God's will that I do find someone, I pray that he atleast makes me rich. haha! Yeah, I probably sound greedy or have a face of money, but I really am not. I'm not greedy, but if I'm going to be lonely and have to suffer from that for the rest of my life, atleast let me be rich. Hahaha! It's better to be lonely and rich, than lonely and poor. Atleast if you're rich, you can do things that will, even momentarily, help you forget you're lonely. You can travel the world, meet new people(even in just a platonic manner) and do many things that will still make it feel like you lived an interesting, worthwhile life. Granted there may always be that void...but I guess it's just easier to deal with if you can afford to do things to help you forget about it. Yeah, I know there's people who have never gotten married or found someone to share their life with and never felt that loneliness and were perfectly fine. I know i'm not one of those people. haha! Heck, when I was 5 years old, I remember dreaming about having my own family. Who does that?! So if I'm meant to never find someone to share my life with, I'll be fine...just let me be rich please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: Bmod's recent performance at Avalon in Hollywood last Friday(Sept. 19, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7-mjLG1kc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7-mjLG1kc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I messed up a couple of times and lost count. Oh well...OVER it. =P Time to get ready for the next performance...MAXT OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-296594505190823998?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/296594505190823998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=296594505190823998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/296594505190823998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/296594505190823998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/09/lonely-but-richhaha.html' title='Lonely, but rich...haha!'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-8805795957991440088</id><published>2008-09-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:11:24.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR!! What is it good for...</title><content type='html'>Absolutely nothing...except some cool tees. The homies from 5Star Army released their newest line over the weekend after having their release party on Friday at Highlands in Hollywood. Here are a couple of teasers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb65/_japes/DSC_0887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb65/_japes/DSC_0887.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb65/_japes/DSC_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb65/_japes/DSC_0896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more pics on their blog: &lt;a href="http://5stararmy.wordpress.com/2008/09/13/fall-season-war-games/#respond"&gt;5Star Army&lt;/a&gt; and contact them to cop you some tees. Be fresh when the new school year starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-8805795957991440088?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/8805795957991440088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=8805795957991440088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/8805795957991440088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/8805795957991440088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/09/war-what-is-it-good-for.html' title='WAR!! What is it good for...'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-1242242552331934936</id><published>2008-08-19T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:56:15.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO HOAX!</title><content type='html'>Just in case anyone thinks what I posted on my previous blog was a hoax:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/medical/rayner.asp"&gt;Snopes: Brandon Rayner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in my previous blog, my friend Theresa informed me of this. She is a student nurse at the same hosiptal and actually sat on his bed and helped count some of the cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-1242242552331934936?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1242242552331934936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=1242242552331934936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/1242242552331934936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/1242242552331934936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-hoax.html' title='NO HOAX!'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-4666499707898960036</id><published>2008-08-14T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:16:36.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bone marrow transplant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guinness Book of World Records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon Rayner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leukemia'/><title type='text'>It's in the cards...</title><content type='html'>My friend, Theresa, who is going to school in Las Vegas to become a nurse, informed me of this 10 year old boy named Brandon Rayner that she had a chance to take care of in her pediatric rotation. Brandon has been diagnosed with leukemia and is currently undergoing chemotherapy and is hoping for a bone marrow transplant soon. While this may sadden many going through this ordeal, or stop others from living a normal life and doing things they love, Brandon has not let it stop him from following his dream: to own the Guinness Book of World Record's record for most business cards. According to my friend he is trying to collect 500,000 business cards before September 15th and when she left his room last night, he was up to 308,000. If anyone reading this would like to help out Brandon in his goal, please submit any business cards you may have to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Rayner at Sunrise Children's Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Attention: Pediatric Oncology&lt;br /&gt;3186 S. Maryland Parkway&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas NV 89109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not send duplicate cards. They can be from the same company but they must have different names. It's not too late, let's help this kid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and his mother, Joe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.lvrj.com/images/2820480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://media.lvrj.com/images/2820480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and some of the cards he has received while at the hospital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.lvrj.com/images/2820479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://media.lvrj.com/images/2820479.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story in Las Vegas Review Journal: &lt;a href="http://www.lvrj.com/news/23427589.html"&gt;Brandon's Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-4666499707898960036?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/4666499707898960036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=4666499707898960036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/4666499707898960036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/4666499707898960036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-in-cards.html' title='It&apos;s in the cards...'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-5814785944221496953</id><published>2008-08-13T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:51:28.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guppy Tea House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s RnB'/><title type='text'>Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after a long practice, some of the team and I decided to go check out the new Guppy's that opened in Rowland Heights. It's much bigger(that's what she said) than the one in Cerritos. Same food of course, but less of a drive. Yay! No more trekking out to Cerritos just to get their shaved ice. Amongst all the talks of Leah's nationality and all the "that's what she said" jokes, Vince said the words "just me and you..." Automatically I started singing the Tony Toni Tone song. We laughed cause we were the only two who knew it(OLDIES!!). Anyways, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bOJ_1dRFaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bOJ_1dRFaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more classic for good measure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-JGcaGEF6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-JGcaGEF6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just realized, I haven't slow danced(like really slow dance and not just bump and grind at a club) with a girl since high school. Wow!! That's like...yah, we wont mention how many years. hahaha! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-5814785944221496953?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/5814785944221496953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=5814785944221496953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/5814785944221496953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/5814785944221496953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/08/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-5761535307725660546</id><published>2008-08-07T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:40:30.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever felt so far from a person...even if they're right there next to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever missed someone...even if you see them almost everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i feel that way. I miss you friend...I miss the sunshine. That is all. Kbyee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this song has been on repeat in my head and on my computer(not the best cover i've heard but a good one none the less):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2fl1grSfmE&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2fl1grSfmE&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this song always reminds me of sunshine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQPm_v5dpHw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQPm_v5dpHw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's my friend's band playing btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less emo note, Mavyn auditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o25/mavyn05/Mavyn%2008-09/AuditionFlyerJPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o25/mavyn05/Mavyn%2008-09/AuditionFlyerJPEG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous but excited...my first time truly auditioning for a team. 2 weeks...wowzers!! So much for losing some weight before the auditions. hahaha! Join me if you're in the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-5761535307725660546?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/5761535307725660546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=5761535307725660546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/5761535307725660546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/5761535307725660546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/08/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o25/mavyn05/Mavyn%2008-09/th_AuditionFlyerJPEG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-4845296152355707078</id><published>2008-07-24T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:24:43.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You often hear about people, including myself, complain that there is never enough time in the day. You hear people say, "if only I had more time..." or "where did the time go?" You hear people wish for more time. But have you sat back and thought about what  you would do if given more time? Would you really make use of it? Would you get all those things you say you'd get done if you had that extra time? Or would it be more time to just do nothing or to mess around? Would you procrastinate more knowing you were given more time to make it up? Time can be our best friend...our worst enemy. They say time waits for no man(or woman)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, i better get moving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-4845296152355707078?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/4845296152355707078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=4845296152355707078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/4845296152355707078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/4845296152355707078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-4254191740568482141</id><published>2008-07-21T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:05:11.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you...</title><content type='html'>"The things we Love to do, Define us, Inspire us, Remind us who we are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You might not get to choose your path. But you can choose how you will travel along it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So go on and go where you wanna go...See what you wanna see...Be who you wanna be..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read or heard these quotes today so I'm putting it down for now. I'll explain why later. Stay Tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-4254191740568482141?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/4254191740568482141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=4254191740568482141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/4254191740568482141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/4254191740568482141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you.html' title='Do you...'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-3463541091440233564</id><published>2008-07-14T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:41:46.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately I've been getting this urge to read a good book. So the past two sundays have been the same. Chill the whole day away, then go to mass and spend the rest of the night looking for a good book. Last Sunday, I wasn't so successful. To be honest, I didn't even know where to start. I normally just go to the bookstore to take advantage of the a/c and read magazines. haha! I didn't even know what kind of book I was looking for to read. I was hoping something would just pop up and scream at me, "Read me! I'll change your life" haha! Ok, maybe that's a little much...just a little. I'm not going to lie but I was looking for a book that, although fiction, would touch my heart...touch my soul. Ok, still a little too much, but you get the picture. Part of me wanted to find a good love story(partially because of the feelings I'm dealing with right now which is a whole other blog), but I have to admit, I was a little embarrassed to bring it up to the counter and have the girl working there look at me and think to herself, "awww, you poor sap. girls do not want guys who read these kind of books." So I went home, hoping to get other's recommendations on a good book. I was recommended a few by my sister. Titles such as "Tuesdays with Morrie" and "The Alchemist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I did the routine again. Caught up on sleep from my sleep deprived week. Went to Mass at 6:30pm, which I'm proud to say I haven't missed mass since I told myself that I would start going again. I even went the past 3 weeks by myself and without anyone pushing me to go. Yay me! Anyways, grabbed some Jolibee after mass because I've been craving some &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/13/18254285_44540c45af.jpg"&gt;Palabok&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately they ran out so I had to settle for a "chicken joy." Some time this week, I'm definitely getting some Palabok. Anyway, I ended my night at the Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles that I usually go to. I was determined find me a book. I started by looking for the books my sister recommended. I couldn't find either one. But I was determined. So I walked aimlessly around the book store till I came to this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abunga.com/images/books/large/568/9781595544568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://abunga.com/images/books/large/568/9781595544568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked interesting so I picked it up and read its description and this caught me: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together&lt;/span&gt; is a heartwarming story of anyone who's ever lost sight of what matters most in life...but has hope that there's more." That's all I needed. I picked it up and began reading it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through 6 chapters before the announcement that the store was closing came over the P.A. system. I wanted to finish the book so I decided to buy it...then I saw the price. Man, books are expensive!! I put it back on the shelf and began walking out thinking I'd just come back next week and read some more or that I would wait till it came out in paperback. But I couldn't leave it. I really wanted to continue reading it. I figured it's better spent than on something stupid. So with $23.00 less in my account I am the proud owner of my very first hard cover book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I was listening to a "Michael vs. Janet" mix by DJ Konnix and I heard this song and couldn't help but smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwVVxlmYOok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwVVxlmYOok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they just don't make good music now a days. I think it would have been fun to be a dancer in that video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading my book...till next time.&lt;br /&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/4585834375903989617-3463541091440233564?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/3463541091440233564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=3463541091440233564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/3463541091440233564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/3463541091440233564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/07/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-1211112616493177279</id><published>2008-07-01T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:39:09.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Idealist</title><content type='html'>One of my friends posted a blog saying that they took this personality test on &lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/"&gt;iPersonic&lt;/a&gt; and I found it rather interesting so I thought I'd give it a go and it came out that I'm a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream Idealist&lt;/span&gt;" It's actually rather true. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honourable principles for which they are willing to sacrifice a great deal. Joan of Arc or Sir Galahad would have been good examples of this personality type. Dreamy Idealists are always at great pains to improve the world. They can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them. They are interested in their fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. Once their enthusiasm for an issue or person is aroused, they can become tireless fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Dreamy Idealists, practical things are not really so important. They only busy themselves with mundane everyday demands when absolutely necessary. They tend to live according to the motto “the genius controls the chaos” - which is normally the case so that they often have a very successful academic career. They are less interested in details; they prefer to look at something as a whole. This means that they still have a good overview even when things start to become hectic. However, as a result, it can occasionally happen that Dreamy Idealists overlook something important. As they are very peace-loving, they tend not to openly show their dissatisfaction or annoyance but to bottle it up. Assertiveness is not one of their strong points; they hate conflicts and competition. Dreamy Idealists prefer to motivate others with their amicable and enthusiastic nature. Whoever has them as superior will never have to complain about not being given enough praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As at work, Dreamy Idealists are helpful and loyal friends and partners, persons of integrity. Obligations are absolutely sacred to them. The feelings of others are important to them and they love making other people happy. They are satisfied with just a small circle of friends; their need for social contact is not very marked as they also need a lot of time to themselves. Superfluous small talk is not their thing. If one wishes to be friends with them or have a relationship with them, one would have to share their world of thought and be willing to participate in profound discussions. If you manage that you will be rewarded with an exceptionally intensive, rich partnership. Due to their high demands on themselves and others, this personality type tends however to sometimes overload the relationship with romantic and idealistic ideas to such an extent that the partner feels overtaxed or inferior. Dreamy Idealists do not fall in love head over heels but when they do fall in love they want this to be a great, eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Adjectives which describe your type&lt;/h2&gt;introverted, theoretical, emotional, spontaneous, idealistic, dreamy, effusive, pleasant, reserved, friendly, passionate, loyal, perfectionist, helpful, creative, composed, curious, obstinate, with integrity, willing to make sacrifices, romantic, cautious, shy, peace-loving, vulnerable, sensitive, communicative, imaginative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;These subjects could interest youl&lt;/h2&gt;iterature, philosophy, psychology, music, art (museums), writing, drawing/painting, astrology, spiritual things, meditation, handicrafts, writing, voluntary work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What personality are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i got a raise. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(105, 105, 105);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-1211112616493177279?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1211112616493177279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=1211112616493177279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/1211112616493177279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/1211112616493177279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-idealist.html' title='Dream Idealist'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-1975072655745536004</id><published>2008-05-30T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:57:29.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after spending the past half year complaining and griping about needing a new phone, I finally gave in and re-newed my contract with verizon(it was due and they offered me a discount on my new phone) and purchased the new Blackberry Curve 8830.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogsmithmedia.com/www.engadgetmobile.com/media/2008/04/vzw-blackberry-curve-8330-press-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.blogsmithmedia.com/www.engadgetmobile.com/media/2008/04/vzw-blackberry-curve-8330-press-004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yay, I'm one of the cool kids now. haha! I've only had the phone like 2 weeks and I can already say I love it. I feel so connected to everything I need(phone, email, internet, news, sport scores, camera). Plus I'm actually using the calender which I have never used on any of my previous phones. haha! They say once you go with a Blackberry you can't go back to a regular phone. I think this may be true. The best part is thanks to an online discount, renewal discount, and the gift cards my brother and sister gave me for christmas(thanks guys!!) I paid a whooping $34.00 for tax.  Definitely stoked(hopefully it doesn't give me any problems later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...if you have a blackberry, let's trade PIN's and chat on Blackberry Messanger =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an even better note: THE LOS ANGELES LAKERS ARE THE 2008 WESTERN CONFERENCE CHAMPIONS!!! Hell yah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEfDfiztR68"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEfDfiztR68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/4585834375903989617-1975072655745536004?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1975072655745536004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=1975072655745536004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/1975072655745536004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/1975072655745536004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/05/connected.html' title='Connected'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-619806530934106390</id><published>2008-05-15T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:56:26.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding down...</title><content type='html'>For my friends who have never seen me dance/perform with &lt;a href="http://www.barkadamodern.com/"&gt;Bmod&lt;/a&gt;, this might possibly be your last two chances to go. Come support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barkada's 18th Annual PACN, "Brighter Days"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a180.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/65/l_0919f9d259f1170b9d586b901090fde3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://a180.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/65/l_0919f9d259f1170b9d586b901090fde3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gyh1k_NKmP8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gyh1k_NKmP8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a48.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/22/l_fed4dec78a91551d5d399e21c52f2dff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://a48.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/22/l_fed4dec78a91551d5d399e21c52f2dff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a474.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_5c1f15e44189b5d950e90137ec60f3d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://a474.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_5c1f15e44189b5d950e90137ec60f3d9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-619806530934106390?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/619806530934106390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=619806530934106390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/619806530934106390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/619806530934106390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/05/winding-down.html' title='Winding down...'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-6976939108362067457</id><published>2008-05-12T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T02:00:13.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mama's Day</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a couple of hours late but I just wanted to wish all the mothers out there a Happy Mother's Day. I hope you all got to spend a wonderful day with your mothers and reminded them how important they are to you and how much you appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gz6AmtjZ8ls&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gz6AmtjZ8ls&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-6976939108362067457?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/6976939108362067457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=6976939108362067457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/6976939108362067457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/6976939108362067457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mamas-day.html' title='Happy Mama&apos;s Day'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585834375903989617.post-8108304548695350272</id><published>2008-05-01T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:19:43.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HACKED.</title><content type='html'>BLAH!!! So I had to start a new blog because the last one: &lt;a href="http://arbeeezy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arbeeezy Fo' Sheeezy&lt;/a&gt;, the email for that blog was hacked and I can't recover it. And because I have to use my email(gmail account) to log on to my blog, I can no longer access my blog either. Blah! I just started that one too. I'm undecided whether I'm gong to stick to "blogger.com" I don't like how it's directly connected to my email account(the password for my email is also the password for the blog).  We'll see if I find something better. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585834375903989617-8108304548695350272?l=arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/8108304548695350272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585834375903989617&amp;postID=8108304548695350272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/8108304548695350272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585834375903989617/posts/default/8108304548695350272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbeeezyfosheeezy.blogspot.com/2008/05/blah-so-i-had-to-start-new-blog-because.html' title='HACKED.'/><author><name>arbeeezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101201581829722258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFO7hRTum3c/SiOUqKagt4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LVl1PMYTEXI/s1600-R/l_f93e02ab6f8f437c97c7ce50e9be249c__1_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
