<?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-34136166</id><updated>2011-09-30T06:21:39.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am No Drunk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-5731375006710014785</id><published>2011-01-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:45:11.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The new year has started great so far. It is only the second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;day, but I spent the whole weekend in good company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Surrounded by family and awesome friends. Lalaine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Christina, and I tried a new restaurant on Clement called Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Their food was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;delicota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. We all shared our plates so we each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;had a taste of their mac and cheese with tater tots, their&lt;br /&gt;angus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; burger, and their salmon burger. Every dish was equally&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I just found out that this place was featured in an&lt;br /&gt;episode of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; "Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives," so my word is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After our meal, we walked down the street to get some dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;at Toy Boat. This place has a mixture of desserts, sandwiches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and vintage toys. Inside, it looks like an old-fashioned diner. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;is small and the booths are not very spacious, but that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Lalaine had a tiramisu and Christina and I shared a New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;cheesecake. That thing looked like a big slice of cheese. It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;decent. Overall, it's a nice place to chill and have a snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We met up with Alvin, Rich, and Tiff for drinks on Geary at this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;place called Buckshot. It's a cool place to hang out and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;games with friends, but it was a little loud on this night. We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;stepped into a heavy rock night I guess. I wanted to hang out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;at a low-key place, so we migrated to Fizzee's down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This place was definitely more laid-back and embodied a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cheers-like vibe. The Asian bartenders were all very friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and accommodating. There were a couple of drinks that I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;for the first time like a Snake Bite, a French Kiss, and an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Amaretto Sour. All tasty in their own ways. Eric H., Bobby, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;his lady friend also hung out with us for a bit there. Some&lt;br /&gt;played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; pinball and the rest hung out at the bar and chit-&lt;br /&gt;chatted, such as myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The first night of the year was a happy one for me; and I only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hope that sets the tone for the rest of the year. I have new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;goals, a new internship, and a new attitude to take on in 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm looking forward to some good changes, growth, and a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;of learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-5731375006710014785?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5731375006710014785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=5731375006710014785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5731375006710014785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5731375006710014785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-7361634971850440559</id><published>2011-01-02T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:14:03.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down To 2011 With The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TSFaf17ZEVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/HOF7znZqmH8/s1600/Pic%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TRxGilNc6lI/AAAAAAAAAeU/wQwlbHGSb9I/s400/2010Group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556393600186378834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM MY FAMILY TO YOURS!!! CHEERS TO 2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-6951124060674499730?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/6951124060674499730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=6951124060674499730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/6951124060674499730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/6951124060674499730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-year-message.html' title='End of the year message'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TRxGilNc6lI/AAAAAAAAAeU/wQwlbHGSb9I/s72-c/2010Group.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-3754998072520250095</id><published>2010-12-29T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:40:31.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bittersweet Christmas Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TRslenYj1kI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wvIkkVso0qY/s1600/Pic%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TRslenYj1kI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wvIkkVso0qY/s320/Pic%2B066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556075773189936706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! I know it's practically New Year's Eve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but I just haven't had the chance to hop on the computer lately. It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;been a very merry and not-so-merry past week. The winter sick-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ness caught up with me and I ended up having to spend my days on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the couch. Except for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, which was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;weird. I thought I was getting better, but the day after Christmas I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;felt like so much SHIT. I guess my immune system decided to liter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ally give me a two day break so I could revel in the excitement that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;comes with my favorite holiday. I ended up missing out on my friends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;after-Christmas potluck/party. I was sooo looking forward to it, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;for some reason, I was feeling dizzy and I had this huge headache. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;was the worst feeling. I remember I kept thinking, 'My equilibrium is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;out of whack.' The last thing I ever want to feel is dizzy, so it sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;big time! Seriously, one of my new year's resolutions is to take better&lt;br /&gt;care of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; myself so that I feel physically healthier. I'm tired of feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;shitty and feeling how unhealthy I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas was pretty chill this year. As usual, I went to my uncle's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;house in the city and we did all of our traditional stuff like take family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;pics in front of the tree; and then the kids individually call and pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;out the presents. I mainly got clothes and money. I've been wanting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;noise-isolating, crisp-sounding headphones so I used some of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;money to get myself a good pair at Best Buy. I did my research first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and picked a high-rated model and brand. I read good reviews from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;different sources, so I stuck with it. I've only had it for a day and I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;just been sitting around enjoying my music and how good it sounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, if you're looking for a good set of headphones, I recommend the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Sennheiser-HD203-DJ-Style-Lightweight-Headphones/dp/B003LRN53I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=electronics&amp;amp;qid=1293628088&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Sennheiser HD203&lt;/a&gt;. It even got higher ratings than some Bose and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Monster Beats models. You can score too like I did 'cause I got it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sale and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; much cheaper than those big brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-3754998072520250095?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3754998072520250095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=3754998072520250095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3754998072520250095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3754998072520250095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2010/12/bittersweet-christmas-week.html' title='A Bittersweet Christmas Week'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TRslenYj1kI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wvIkkVso0qY/s72-c/Pic%2B066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-5792452482608703791</id><published>2010-12-15T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T04:31:43.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andres the Giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TQinnMya1dI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qUDZRilX8Ag/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp6338%253B%2529nu%253D325%253B%2529538%2529897%2529WSNRCG%253D356%2B4934%2528232%2528nu0mrj.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/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TQinnMya1dI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qUDZRilX8Ag/s320/232323232%25257Ffp6338%253B%2529nu%253D325%253B%2529538%2529897%2529WSNRCG%253D356%2B4934%2528232%2528nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550870832623572434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Speaking of baseball, I met my first Giant... Andres Torres!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;He did a signing at Lefty's in Burlingame and Lalaine and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;decided to go. He's done a pretty spectacular job throughout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the season, despite brief struggles and unfortunate health &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;conditions. He was the perfect Giant to meet first and he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sooo nice and generous to all the fans. I was really nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;about this meeting mainly because I didn't know what I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;going to say to him. I wanted to congratulate him again on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;World Series win, but that didn't happen. I didn't really say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;much and he was the one who asked if I wanted a picture haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I ended up wishing him happy holidays and of course, Lalaine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;had to laugh about that one. I have a reputation for saying the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;most random things in the most polite manner when I meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;someone famous. I can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Btw... he's holding the ball he signed for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Before Andres, I had a chance to see Tim Lincecum up close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but I didn't really meet him. It was a weird situation that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;happened after a night game. The guy actually left and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;came back. Christina and I like to joke around that he came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;back for a toothpick since he had one in his mouth when we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;saw him. As he was driving to leave again, he actually pulled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;over to sign some autographs for the fans who were still&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; around. I didn't rush to get one because I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;a bit of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; disbelief and I tend to hold back when a famous person&lt;br /&gt;is around. I wanted Christina to meet him for sure since she&lt;br /&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; have a goal to give him a CD that was supposed to be a&lt;br /&gt;birthday present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. It was her chance and she accomplished it.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;think it would be pretty cool knowing that your favorite&lt;br /&gt;player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; has a CD that you put together. It would be even cooler&lt;br /&gt;if he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dug the CD so much, he constantly listens to it; which I&lt;br /&gt;hope is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; the case. Christina's one lucky gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-5792452482608703791?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5792452482608703791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=5792452482608703791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5792452482608703791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5792452482608703791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2010/12/andres-giant.html' title='Andres the Giant'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/TQinnMya1dI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qUDZRilX8Ag/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp6338%253B%2529nu%253D325%253B%2529538%2529897%2529WSNRCG%253D356%2B4934%2528232%2528nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-2429875087912044955</id><published>2010-12-15T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T04:10:26.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Try This Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is my first post in 2010 and the year is almost over. I can never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;keep up with this blog. I always pop up once every year since I first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;started blogging for school purposes, promising that I will update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and post on the daily. I just can't do it. I barely use the internet now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;since I only really check my emails. I guess I came back to the blogger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;world so that I can keep myself in tune with the web more often. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;been four years since I started posting thoughtless entries about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;different topics and elements of geography; and I almost immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;incorporated special events, memorable moments, and random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;thoughts of my own life. The posts have helped me visually remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a good chunk of my college life. Now, I am almost beyond that stage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and am ready to take on what the real world has in store for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Some updates... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After living in San Jose for 6 years, I moved back to Daly City since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm pretty much done taking classes. It's not the best place to live,&lt;br /&gt;but I gotta call someplace a home. I just have to knock out two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;internships and my school career will be over. I am sooo happy I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;don't have to think about finals anymore. I would be incredibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;stressed at this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am dealing with a different kind of stress these days as a commuter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; easy, but I still work at school to earn some income. It's really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;not benefiting me since most of my money goes to transportation. Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;am I still there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have devoted a lot of time to a new interest this year: baseball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Religiously Giants baseball. Of course, I'm gonna root for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hometown team and their season turned out to be an amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and sensational one. They freakin' won the World Series! Following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;them since the first month of the season, it never crossed my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;that the team was gonna go all the way. It was definitely a journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm glad that I was able to join this ride up until its historic end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Not very many things can excite me more than Giants baseball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am forever a fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Looking onward to the next post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-2429875087912044955?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/2429875087912044955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=2429875087912044955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2429875087912044955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2429875087912044955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Try This Again'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-8663452062603833886</id><published>2009-09-09T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:05:23.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nein! Nein! Nein!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SqjBQY5t2kI/AAAAAAAAAdY/HjfU1A0AhJU/s1600-h/Beatles_Rock_Band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SqjBQY5t2kI/AAAAAAAAAdY/HjfU1A0AhJU/s320/Beatles_Rock_Band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379762242200656450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah, I know that it means "no," but  it does sound like "nine" and we all know what today is. Maybe I'm just obsessed with the movie "Inglorious Basterds." If you have not seen it, I recommend it to you. That is, of course, if you are not someone who gets tremendously offended and/or grossed out by the Tarantino violence. It may just be one of my favorite movies. I know this because I would not mind watching it again; and there are very few movies I feel that way for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, what does it mean when these same-three-number dates pop up? Do we get luck? Do we get bad luck? I kinda like to look on the bright side, so I'm hoping good things come with these hyped-up days. I'm sure they are just like any other day, but we can all dream a little about a bunch of numbers. I was in Vegas when it was 7/7/07. I was freshly 21 and in the perfect place for such a date...and what exactly happened? No big bucks that's for sure. What happened today? I overslept and missed my first class. Yet, here I am being optimistic thinking about these same-three-number dates. They have to mean something. Otherwise, everyone wouldn't be talking about it so much. We only have three more years in our generation's lifetime to celebrate and rave about these dates. Maybe I will do something completely outrageous in the last year.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Going back to the movie...if you have seen it, enjoy this song and you will know that the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAME IS ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! GRR! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0djNOF4g5NQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Click here to hear the music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-8663452062603833886?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8663452062603833886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=8663452062603833886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8663452062603833886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8663452062603833886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2009/09/nein-nein-nein.html' title='Nein! Nein! Nein!'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SqjBQY5t2kI/AAAAAAAAAdY/HjfU1A0AhJU/s72-c/Beatles_Rock_Band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-2873350587110050620</id><published>2009-09-07T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:19:25.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had a Twitter...</title><content type='html'>I would've "tweeted" something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just saw a new Snuggie commercial on TV. Why the f--- are these people raising&lt;br /&gt;the roof &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; time they are shown dancing? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reeally&lt;/span&gt; hip guys... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVrnKBHQBKQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVrnKBHQBKQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-2873350587110050620?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/2873350587110050620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=2873350587110050620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2873350587110050620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2873350587110050620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-had-twitter.html' title='If I had a Twitter...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-5172291453401565615</id><published>2009-05-16T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:37:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whale Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Sg9xtnbW3CI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vNld-7TMtX0/s1600-h/whale_wars_dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Sg9xtnbW3CI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vNld-7TMtX0/s320/whale_wars_dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609111949106210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yesterday, my roommate Albert and I were letting T.V. distract us from final exam focus. He put the channel on Animal Planet, which was showing an episode of "Whale Wars." I have never heard of the show before, but watching the last fifteen minutes of the episode was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; intense, my curiosity got the best of me. I researched the show online and found that they are going to premiere the second season soon, which is apparently "more dangerous, drama-filled, and controversial than ever," according to its website. To sum up what I have seen so far: the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society is out at sea on " The Steve Irwin" trying to locate a Japanese whaling fleet. The Japanese fleet claim they are whaling for research purposes, but the Sea Shepherds think otherwise. Because the Sea Shepherds strongly believe in saving the whale species, they are trying to track down the fleet to try and stop them. When I started watching, two members of the Sea Shepherd were being held captive after hopping aboard one of the Japanese vessels. It was scary because you could see how frightened they were. The other reality shows have nothing on this; this is as real as it can get. It is kind of like watching pirates fight for whales. It pains me to watch the Japanese fleet slaughter whales. The strange part is when they do it, some of the crew members are carrying handwritten signs saying "We are doing it for research." It is all really mind-boggling. I really want to see the outcome in the second season, which premieres on June 5th. I saw the commercial and they were throwing certain types of bombs on each others' vessels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Too intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-5172291453401565615?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5172291453401565615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=5172291453401565615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5172291453401565615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5172291453401565615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2009/05/whale-wars.html' title='Whale Wars'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Sg9xtnbW3CI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vNld-7TMtX0/s72-c/whale_wars_dvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-6859433804567769342</id><published>2009-05-09T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T06:21:17.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Guitar (But, my second baby)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SgV1odxW1QI/AAAAAAAAAdA/v05nNmH9Gp4/s1600-h/0950801100_lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SgV1odxW1QI/AAAAAAAAAdA/v05nNmH9Gp4/s320/0950801100_lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333798671737083138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I finally bought an acoustic guitar on my birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get one and learn for some&lt;br /&gt;time now.  I still have my first instrument, a clarinet,&lt;br /&gt;that I played for eight years since I was in fourth&lt;br /&gt;grade.  It's currently not in top-notch shape, but I&lt;br /&gt;refuse to give it away.  Being in marching band in&lt;br /&gt;high school was not always easy and it probably&lt;br /&gt;seemed like I hated it, but I really enjoyed it still.&lt;br /&gt;It's been five years since I stopped playing clarinet&lt;br /&gt;and I just feel like I need to start a new musical journey.  Corny! It's true though. Music is important to me.  I absolutely have to incorporate it someway or another&lt;br /&gt;in my life. Or else, I'll feel like I'm missing something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to take on a new learning process.  BTW, I&lt;br /&gt;really got all those accessories with the guitar in the&lt;br /&gt;picture.  It was such a good deal!  The guitar sounds wonderful!  The man that helped me totally sold this&lt;br /&gt;DG-8S Fender.  I'll be sure to update on my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-6859433804567769342?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/6859433804567769342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=6859433804567769342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/6859433804567769342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/6859433804567769342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-guitar-but-my-second-baby.html' title='My First Guitar (But, my second baby)'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SgV1odxW1QI/AAAAAAAAAdA/v05nNmH9Gp4/s72-c/0950801100_lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-677631108299517139</id><published>2009-05-09T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:12:41.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I. AM. RESURRECTING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello people of the blog world! I'm making a comeback. At least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I will try to. Seriously... I don't know who reads my stuff anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah well. It's nice to just write (rather, type) about the interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;things in life instead of think of the stress that comes around this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;time of year.  I find it calming to pen the good times I have stored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;in my head.  Let's see what I can update you on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am still in school.  Although, I think I am close to finishing.  With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;my own calculations, I can tell you that I have about a year left.  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;am expecting the pros to tell me otherwise.  I hope I am accurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm cutting the school talk here.  I'm supposed to get my mind off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I moved to a new place... the infamous 470s.  This was the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;place that I ever thought of moving into.  Practically everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;in the frat lives here.  No offense to any of them.  I just like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;have my space.  It's really evident because I am always holed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;up in my room.  I guess living here is not that different from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;my old place; in terms of me communicating with the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;world.  Now, I just live in my own little box.  I'm such a hermit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, I met this hot guy at the mall.  That's pretty tacky huh?  It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gets better.  It was actually Robert Pattinson.  Or, to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;millions of Twilighters around the globe, it's Edward Cullen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(screams!)  Let me tell ya... it was absolute frenzy.  Also, let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tell you what it wasn't... violent and riotous.  At least, not as ex-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;treme as other people made it to be.  It was all over the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and people explained it as if we were wild, predacious animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;causing havoc at the mall parking lot.  Bogus.  There was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;stampede and some pushing.  It felt like entering a concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;when the doors first open.  Some people want to go up-front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;near the stage, so they rush or run in a little bit.  Then, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the mass of people finally come together, there's just natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;squish-and-push action. Girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When I found out that the guy was stopping by Stonestown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Galleria in S.F. during his promotional Twilight tour, I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I had to go.  The mall is literally a five-minute drive from my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;new place back home, but I still went super early.  When I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to the front parking lot, there was already a lengthy line of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;mainly girls.  I was already thinking that there was no chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;that Lalaine and I were going to meet him.  I still waited and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;less than half-an-hour later, everyone started running toward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the mall entrance.  So I started running too.  On the way there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I was pushing this girl in front of me 'cause she was running so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;slow.  I was actually giving her an extra boost.  I made it to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;glass doors.  I got kicked out eventually 'cause the security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;didn't want people blocking that area.  The whole morning was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;just an unorganized mess, which was annoying 'cause the sec-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;urity would shout at everyone and people would shout at each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;other to move the line back.  Nothing worked, so they finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;told everyone that the signing was cancelled.  When Lalaine&lt;br /&gt;finally came, I stepped out of the line.  The line seemed to go&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; forever.  I can say there was about a thousand or less people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A huge portion of them left when the cops forced them to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;One worker even said, "For the love of Twilight, please leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the premises." WTF! HAHA. Lalaine and I decided to stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;around anyway and waited in a much smaller line.  After a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;while, they moved the line inside near Hot Topic, where the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;signing was supposed to be.  The workers kept saying it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;still cancelled and were giving us discount fliers.  When they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;finally opened the store, they let small groups of people in to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;buy the tour shirt, which we had to buy to meet this dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;They were also giving wristbands, so we were thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'Why would they give them out if he wasn't coming?'  We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;still bought the shirt even though they kept lying to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Later, after lunch and a jumbo Margarita, Lalaine and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;went outside to find barriers being set up.  The guy was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;definitely showing up.  A group of us decided to start a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;along the barrier.  We waited for another four hours or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Within those hours, employees would come out and talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;people and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to keep the secret to themselves.  One guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;finally confirmed Robert was coming and everyone got all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;excited.  At least, the crowd control was better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When the guy was ready to do the signing, the workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;brought us up to the store in small groups.  Lalaine and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I were in the top ten, so it was pretty scary.  When we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;got into the store, they shut the doors behind us.  We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;all looked toward the back where he was, and he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nervous too! He put his head down like he wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hide.  There was also a handful of reporters, interview-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ers, etc. standing around his table.  It made me nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to see them hovering around like that.  Even more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;meeting the guy himself.  When it was my turn to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;him, it was so awkward walking over to the table 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I could feel all these eyes looking in my direction along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;with the bright lights.  We exchanged greetings and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;thanked him for coming to S.F.  I told him about how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;crazy it was in the morning and that I hoped that he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;wouldn't go too nuts.  He actually finished what I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;saying and laughed.  Then, he asked me what my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;was and how to spell it. I told him it was spelled like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;drink.  He wrote my name on a poster as I spelled it  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;said that it was not the right spelling. I was like, "Yeah it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;is!" He asked if there was supposed to be a "u" in it.  Then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;he added that it (his spelling) must be like the pizza.  I just&lt;br /&gt;laughed and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; thanked him and that was that.  I thought it&lt;br /&gt;was hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; how we had a mini argument about my name. &lt;br /&gt;I felt like I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; was up there for a long time.  It was pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Since then, I have found two videos and a picture of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;encounter with him online.  Did I mention I was wearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a hood when I met him?  What a weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Christina made a screencap of one of the vids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SgVsBSNsFwI/AAAAAAAAAco/DUVoO7PBKzM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SgVsBSNsFwI/AAAAAAAAAco/DUVoO7PBKzM/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333788103015143170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Personalized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SgVspqQiArI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nr8Ro8k1lrY/s1600-h/robertpattinson+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SgVspqQiArI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nr8Ro8k1lrY/s320/robertpattinson+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333788796664283826" 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/34136166-677631108299517139?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/677631108299517139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=677631108299517139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/677631108299517139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/677631108299517139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-resurrecting.html' title='I. AM. RESURRECTING.'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SgVsBSNsFwI/AAAAAAAAAco/DUVoO7PBKzM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-8958616414353863784</id><published>2008-09-26T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:53:23.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Photoshoots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VdmpPBYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4ghzfCp0p14/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250587445150287234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VdmpPBYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4ghzfCp0p14/s320/of%3D50,332,454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that precious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the "Rockstar!" photoshoot that I posted last year&lt;br /&gt;around Halloween time? Well... we're bringing back our photo adven-&lt;br /&gt;tures and this time... Lalaine and I are reliving our childhood by&lt;br /&gt;giving the footsies a comeback! Randomly shopping through the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; boys section at Target can inspire some crazy ideas. I was trying&lt;br /&gt;this sucker on in the boys area and I could not stop laughing. They&lt;br /&gt;sure are comfy, but cannot be worn at this time. They be bringin'&lt;br /&gt;some extra heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a purple leopard and I think I'm a cool athlete... with our Mickey props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VKufJfwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/J7ZA1RdZjjw/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250587120837951234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VKufJfwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/J7ZA1RdZjjw/s320/of%3D50,332,450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VHidbfqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WSf88gkVjME/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250587066069909154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VHidbfqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WSf88gkVjME/s320/of%3D50,332,451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud...wooow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VAWR3B_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/agkoyer_xlo/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250586942541072370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VAWR3B_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/agkoyer_xlo/s320/of%3D50,332,459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3U8nJZJAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/odGkMu-gEWM/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250586878349485058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3U8nJZJAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/odGkMu-gEWM/s320/of%3D50,332,462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I decided to be a fiesty cat too. &lt;em&gt;Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3U124BNPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xgh34uN6OoI/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250586762312496370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3U124BNPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xgh34uN6OoI/s320/of%3D50,332,465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3UkrEYi6I/AAAAAAAAATw/sm9ujnvDyPo/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250586467085355938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3UkrEYi6I/AAAAAAAAATw/sm9ujnvDyPo/s320/of%3D50,332,466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeeah... I don't know what happened there. I still like my footsie fit though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued...&lt;/div&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/34136166-8958616414353863784?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8958616414353863784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=8958616414353863784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8958616414353863784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8958616414353863784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/09/return-of-photoshoots_26.html' title='The Return of the Photoshoots'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SN3VdmpPBYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4ghzfCp0p14/s72-c/of%3D50,332,454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-7092651963306690723</id><published>2008-09-07T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:08:09.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WW0lQrWn5VI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WW0lQrWn5VI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're an avid reader of my blog, which I bet is probably just me, you may recall that I did an entry about my experience as an extra in the upcoming movie Milk. Well, the trailer is finally here! I am now very excited to finally get a glimpse of the movie I have been anticipating. Apparently, a premiere is going to take place in the Castro late October. I may want to check that out. I'm eager to finally see Harvey Milk's story, played by one of my favorites. If you're interested in seeing the trailer in a better HQ, you can watch the Apple version. I was able to spot a little portion of my face in the last crowd shot right before it whites out at the end. Haha. It's no big deal, but it was a great opportunity to be part of it all. Thank you. I can say that I was technically in the movie even if you can't see me clearly. Here's the Apple version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.apple.com/trailers/focus_features/milk/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-7092651963306690723?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/7092651963306690723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=7092651963306690723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/7092651963306690723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/7092651963306690723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/09/moment-of-truth.html' title='Moment of Truth'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-2875837988016734063</id><published>2008-09-07T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:45:51.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Updated Teaser Trailer 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/rz2sLGPzSuw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rz2sLGPzSuw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It could be like the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings kind of craziness. It definitely targets the young audience. Hey, I'm diggin' it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-2875837988016734063?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/2875837988016734063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=2875837988016734063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2875837988016734063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2875837988016734063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-updated-teaser-trailer-2.html' title='Twilight Updated Teaser Trailer 2'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-2018144321435457611</id><published>2008-09-07T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:39:51.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Updated Teaser Trailer 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3RzTRhnrvwk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3RzTRhnrvwk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to give you an idea of what the film adaptation of the book is going to offer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-2018144321435457611?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/2018144321435457611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=2018144321435457611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2018144321435457611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2018144321435457611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-updated-teaser-trailer-1.html' title='Twilight Updated Teaser Trailer 1'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-3417235408795261971</id><published>2008-09-07T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T03:12:31.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SMO4WF1fCZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dbPyYmNVp88/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243237080852531602" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SMO4WF1fCZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dbPyYmNVp88/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may have heard about this book, you may have not. If you have, you know that it's a phenomenon. If you haven't, you will see it everywhere once the movie is ready for promotion. People are crazy about Stephenie Meyer's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; saga. I am a fan myself. Thanks to Lalaine, who shoved her own paperback copy in my face, which is also now mine. Normally, I don't like to read for fun while I'm in session at school. However, it took me a week (this past week) to finish the first &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; novels in the series. They're pretty &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt; too. I just couldn't put the books down. They're insanely addictive, but they're also the kind of books that you don't want to finish because then it will all be over. Either way, you're stuck in hole. My mind is concentrated on thinking about the story a lot. It's ridiculous. Like everyone else, I can't wait until the movie comes out in November. I don't want to watch it on the first day though 'cause I know there will be madness and a frenzy of young girls screaming and swooning over the film's highly-populated number of hot men or even women. That last bit I don't mind. If you need a little background on the story, it goes like this: Bella is an ordinary, simple city girl who moves to the small town of Forks, where her dad lives. Living in a new place is obviously a challenge in the beginning, knowing you have to get used to everything and meeting new people. During the lunch hour of her first day of school, she notices a table of unique people. They are seemingly flawless, good-looking, and a little off at same time. She can't seem to stop glancing at the one boy that appeals to her most: Edward. Eventually, she finds out that he and the others are vampires. She also realizes that she's in love with him, as he is with her. The rest of the book provides a well-detailed story on the relationship that develops between Edward and Bella and all the emotions, complications, and events involved because of the differences in their existence. It's a love story. If you decide to read it, let me know if it sucked you into the whole mania of the saga. No pun intended. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI: After &lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;, the series continues with &lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/strong&gt;. The books are everywhere. You'll notice once you recognize and know the saga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-3417235408795261971?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3417235408795261971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=3417235408795261971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3417235408795261971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3417235408795261971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-saga.html' title='The Twilight Saga'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SMO4WF1fCZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dbPyYmNVp88/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-2387848524273177542</id><published>2008-09-07T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:35:29.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for some updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SMOfPTFLOgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sRPJWZA2dLc/s1600-h/34Covv24_1_arch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243209476358224386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SMOfPTFLOgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sRPJWZA2dLc/s400/34Covv24_1_arch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great summer it has been! It was probably my most productive summer yet. If people ask me how my summer went, I can't say "nothing" as a reply this time. So what did I do exactly? Let me sum it up. I worked for just the month of June. I spent 4th of July weekend watching three little piggies. I took and survived two history classes in summer school. I passed both with double B's. Immediately after, I went to &lt;strong&gt;SoCal&lt;/strong&gt; to enjoy &lt;strong&gt;Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;California Adventure&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Hollywood&lt;/strong&gt;. Back home, I celebrated Xtina's 21st year of debauchery at &lt;strong&gt;Cafe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kokomo&lt;/strong&gt;. I had to bust out with my awkward salsa dancing, but the band was peachy. I also went to the &lt;strong&gt;Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Six Flags Discovery Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt; to accompany the kiddies. Chrissy and I had our &lt;strong&gt;2nd Sean Penn&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;marathon&lt;/strong&gt; at her crib. I took two of the kiddies to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/strong&gt; (with a portion of the city also watching it) at Metreon and fed their hungry little tummies at Denny's after. Nightlife was only two nights for me: one at &lt;strong&gt;Suede&lt;/strong&gt; and one at &lt;strong&gt;Temple&lt;/strong&gt;; both in SF. I saw &lt;strong&gt;Alfonso Ribeiro&lt;/strong&gt; (Carlton from Fresh Prince) go into Temple for the Gumball 3000 party. The next day, I walked up and got lost in the hills of Nob Hill. Extreme exercise. I went there with my two nephews to check out this year's &lt;strong&gt;Gumball 3000 &lt;/strong&gt;kick off in front of the Fairmont. We saw &lt;strong&gt;David Hasselhoff&lt;/strong&gt; (all tanned, lean, and tall), &lt;strong&gt;Tyson Beckford&lt;/strong&gt; (sassy), and &lt;strong&gt;Bam Margera&lt;/strong&gt; (surprised me). Later on that day, I went to &lt;strong&gt;Projekt Revolution&lt;/strong&gt; with Lalaine. I LOVED it, except Busta Rhymes wasn't there. I love &lt;strong&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt; regardless. For Chrissy's 21st, her, Zheena, and I kept it light and chill and ate lunch at Fuddruckers. Zheena kept getting hit on by the same guy. Then, Chrissy and I watched &lt;strong&gt;"Tropic Thunder"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"Pineapple Express."&lt;/strong&gt; They were equally funny to me. I can't say they were hilarious, but just enough to satisfy my comedic mood. I was able to hang out with Alvin and go to the wonderful world of Target. I only read one full book over the summer and it wasn't great. I started reading &lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/strong&gt; (if you're familiar with the show), but I couldn't come up with the right mindset to complete it. I suppose those were all the highlights; minus the negatives that I previously wrote about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that I just love &lt;strong&gt;Michael Phelps&lt;/strong&gt;?!? I mean, who doesn't love the guy?!? The Summer Olympics was really fun to watch, I must say. I haven't been this much into the Olympics since 1996 with the "Magnificent 7." It's over now, but I'm still fascinated by the history that Phelps created. Swimming was what I looked forward to the most. He's just crazy GOOD! The guy's a fish! I'm mostly amazed because of his motivation and inspiration that helped him achieve his goals. He came into Beijing knowing what he wanted, and he left with exactly that and more. That is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; inspiring. It makes me very proud of him and his representation of our country. Yet, the guy's so humble about everything. He's so cool! He deserves everything he has. I heard he was in the Bay this past Thursday. Aww...I missed out. It would of been a pleasure to see or meet him in person. At least, I'll get to watch his appearances coming up this week on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post really hurts to read huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-2387848524273177542?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/2387848524273177542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=2387848524273177542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2387848524273177542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2387848524273177542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-for-some-updating.html' title='Time for some updating'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SMOfPTFLOgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sRPJWZA2dLc/s72-c/34Covv24_1_arch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-2244048837490280438</id><published>2008-07-23T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:58:22.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a liiittle bit angry</title><content type='html'>When I finished summer school, I thought I was going to have&lt;br /&gt;a fabulous, relaxing summer; and that I wouldn't have to worry&lt;br /&gt;about much. I was going to Disneyland. I was going to have&lt;br /&gt;some fun with friends. Of course, life just doesn't work out that&lt;br /&gt;way. No matter what, there is just &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to stress about.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you have sunshine, a thick cloud passes&lt;br /&gt;through and takes it all away. First my camera gets smashed.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I found out yesterday that I was a victim of fraud. Some&lt;br /&gt;dumbshit charged about $225 from my account. I handled it&lt;br /&gt;immediately and everything &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;get fixed. Now, I just feel extra&lt;br /&gt;cautious; especially when it comes to the internet. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;F you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who-&lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stole from me!!! Why you gotta be such a douchebag!?! I&lt;br /&gt;hope the karma comes around to beat your ass. People...stop&lt;br /&gt;being so sheisty. Nobody likes being/feeling cheated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-2244048837490280438?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/2244048837490280438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=2244048837490280438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2244048837490280438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2244048837490280438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-liiittle-bit-angry.html' title='Just a liiittle bit angry'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-185699192114495052</id><published>2008-07-21T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:51:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SIRe6IkRjFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iyibB1XBjHw/s1600-h/100_1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405820481670226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SIRe6IkRjFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iyibB1XBjHw/s320/100_1080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful digital camera went through a major accident Saturday night. Sadly, it did not survive. It's partially cracked open, the glass is completely shattered, and there are several dents. It can no longer function. I dropped the Canon; it got run over by an suv; and after that one single second, it was gone. My fault. It was only a year, ten months, and nine days old. Rest in peace camera. We captured a lot of good times (fantastic photos) and moments together. &lt;em&gt;Sad face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-185699192114495052?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/185699192114495052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=185699192114495052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/185699192114495052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/185699192114495052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/07/rip-camera.html' title='R.I.P camera'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SIRe6IkRjFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iyibB1XBjHw/s72-c/100_1080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-8783847772087307488</id><published>2008-07-06T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:15:16.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Clip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nu_2Hadt-s8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nu_2Hadt-s8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I Love Lucy" is my favorite show of all time. I grew up watching the show and I can't get enough of it. This is one of my favorite clips. Enjoy! Hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-8783847772087307488?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8783847772087307488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=8783847772087307488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8783847772087307488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8783847772087307488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-this-clip.html' title='I Love This Clip'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-7829720003922915853</id><published>2008-06-15T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:39:07.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another linky link</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SFXJLMnIKcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KMGZeYx3sNQ/s1600-h/list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212293337952299458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SFXJLMnIKcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KMGZeYx3sNQ/s320/list.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently bought this book on the left.&lt;br /&gt;If you constantly find yourself making&lt;br /&gt;lists or you just simply find joy in list-&lt;br /&gt;making, I recommend this book to you.&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, was not always a list-&lt;br /&gt;maker like two other people I know,&lt;br /&gt;who devote their organization and&lt;br /&gt;enjoyment to this useful outlet. This&lt;br /&gt;book is filled with list-formatted pages&lt;br /&gt;that allows you to record different&lt;br /&gt;aspects of your own life such as&lt;br /&gt;accomplishments, life goals, hobbies,&lt;br /&gt;habits, favorites, traits, and many other&lt;br /&gt;interesting subjects. There are also&lt;br /&gt;blank pages where you can create your&lt;br /&gt;own categories. I think one of the best&lt;br /&gt;things about this book is the illustrations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;associated to each particular list. They're hilarious! Today, I decided to go&lt;br /&gt;electronic and make my own listography site. Yes...there is a site as well.&lt;br /&gt;I think the site is more flexible because you can &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; create your own&lt;br /&gt;categories; whereas the book already provides you specific ones. It's quite&lt;br /&gt;fun. I also recommend signing up if you want to be a little more organized&lt;br /&gt;or you just want to use it to help you remember things pertaining to the&lt;br /&gt;present or even the past. If not, then you can just check out my shiz under&lt;br /&gt;"links." Scroll down and&lt;em&gt; click&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-7829720003922915853?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/7829720003922915853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=7829720003922915853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/7829720003922915853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/7829720003922915853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-linky-link.html' title='Another linky link'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SFXJLMnIKcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KMGZeYx3sNQ/s72-c/list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-7920779899433631910</id><published>2008-06-15T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T06:57:46.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again with animal artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/He7Ge7Sogrk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/He7Ge7Sogrk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lalaine called me two nights ago and recalled an old post I did here about painting gorillas. She told me to turn on the telly to Animal Planet because they were showing an episode on "Extraordinary Animals" about an elephant that also paints in Thailand. I was taken aback by his artistic abilities. I was speechless. I was also laughing hysterically because of how shocked and amazed I was. I love this kind of stuff! The elephant's style in this video is so simple yet exquisite. I love how he strokes the paint onto the canvas because you can actually get a sense of feeling from the mammal. The elephant's paintings were also showcased at a London art gallery and the people who analyzed them had no idea they were painted with the elephant's own trunk. They also showed elephants playing steel instruments assisted by a conductor. Animals are so wonderful. Watch this big guy and his skills. It's cute how he carries his painting supplies to his work station.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-7920779899433631910?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/7920779899433631910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=7920779899433631910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/7920779899433631910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/7920779899433631910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/06/again-with-animal-artists.html' title='Again with animal artists'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-4887949723454133816</id><published>2008-05-19T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:27:02.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Site</title><content type='html'>I spent a good portion of this past day making a profile&lt;br /&gt;for this music site called last.fm. I originally just wanted&lt;br /&gt;to figure out how to put music on &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; site, but I realized&lt;br /&gt;there was more to the process and I ended up making&lt;br /&gt;another website. Now I have two profiles of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; Myspace. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; Facebook. I am glad I don't have them&lt;br /&gt;'cause based on how much time I spent on making the&lt;br /&gt;music one...I would be in front of the computer screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; day. Anyway, I inserted a player on the side with a&lt;br /&gt;couple of the songs that I first searched up. I have an&lt;br /&gt;extensive and quite random list on the actual website,&lt;br /&gt;which is clickable under "links." You can get an idea of&lt;br /&gt;how cracked-up my taste really is. I say it like that be-&lt;br /&gt;cause there's a crazy variety of genres in my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm going through mood swings or multiple&lt;br /&gt;personalities. I told you...I listen to anything and &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything. Check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music is a way of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-4887949723454133816?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/4887949723454133816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=4887949723454133816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/4887949723454133816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/4887949723454133816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-site.html' title='New Site'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-3797272127627182371</id><published>2008-05-10T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:42:32.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated...</title><content type='html'>I didn't do anything again for my birthday. I have&lt;br /&gt;not had any big birthday celebrations in recent&lt;br /&gt;years. Not even last year. Well, I went to Vegas,&lt;br /&gt;so that made up for it. I have more excitement&lt;br /&gt;going to other people's birthday shindigs than me&lt;br /&gt;having to plan my own. Plus, my birthday always&lt;br /&gt;falls in one of the last weeks of school when it's&lt;br /&gt;the most stressful for me. Wow...I should have&lt;br /&gt;some fun sometime. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVQx0D2_3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UaXywGTC5aU/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198650161587748722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVQx0D2_3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UaXywGTC5aU/s320/IMG_3034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out those bomb ass birthday cupcakes! Lalaine&lt;br /&gt;and I made them ourselves. She just bought this book&lt;br /&gt;called &lt;strong&gt;Hello, Cupcake! &lt;/strong&gt;that teaches you how to&lt;br /&gt;make all kinds of crazy cupcakes from furry animals&lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;em&gt;Starry Night&lt;/em&gt; painting, which is way too expert&lt;br /&gt;for me. The birthday one was our very first project.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same as the one in the book, but it still&lt;br /&gt;came out cool. We made our own version with Scooby&lt;br /&gt;Doo baking cups and Scooby Snacks (which are sooo&lt;br /&gt;good by the way), wafers, and chewy Sweetarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVQqUD2_2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rEbjcfblXuI/s1600-h/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198650032738729826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVQqUD2_2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rEbjcfblXuI/s320/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we experimented with some leftover&lt;br /&gt;cupcakes and we made hula girls. This one obvious-&lt;br /&gt;ly took a little more time and effort. If you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;what the ingredients are...we used crumb donuts,&lt;br /&gt;vanilla wafers, dyed icing, hardening chocolate, cho-&lt;br /&gt;colate Pocky, and sprinkles. Talk about saaweeet!&lt;br /&gt;Mine came out a little corroded. Can you tell which&lt;br /&gt;one is mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVQCED2_1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Qdji4WFcKVA/s1600-h/IMG_3041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198649341248995154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVQCED2_1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Qdji4WFcKVA/s320/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to bite her head off. My hula girl has lopsided, disproportioned&lt;br /&gt;breasts and a scary face. Absolutely not the physique a hula girl should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198649049191219010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVPxED2_0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/d-KuXtFos-k/s320/IMG_3051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVPo0D2_zI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pb-XPKcB40o/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198648907457298226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVPo0D2_zI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pb-XPKcB40o/s320/IMG_3054.JPG" 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/34136166-3797272127627182371?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3797272127627182371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=3797272127627182371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3797272127627182371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3797272127627182371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-belated.html' title='Happy belated...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/SCVQx0D2_3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UaXywGTC5aU/s72-c/IMG_3034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-940829204476348136</id><published>2008-04-22T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:27:30.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Rl3MZS6eicI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Rl3MZS6eicI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched a lot of movies this past weekend. One of them was "Forgetting Sarah Marshall," which of course was really funny. Another one, I can add to my tiny list of favorites. One called "She's So Lovely," directed by Nick Cassavetes. Let me give you my version of a quick description...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean penn. robin wright penn. john travolta. james gandolfini. harry dean stanton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a crazy, pregnant woman. literally missing husband. she smokes and drinks. gets beaten up and possibly raped by next door neighbor. finds husband at the bar. husband is furious and wants to know who fucked her up. she doesn't tell him, fearing he might end up in jail for life. he goes ballistic and ends up shooting someone anyway. they are crazy for each other. he ends up in a mental institution for a while. she remarries and has two more children. he gets released. she still loves him. she has a big decision to make between the two men in her life. who will she choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's not the best summary I can offer. Believe me, if I gave a proper one, I would write way too much. The plot may not be the best, but the acting was astonishing. It's not a well-known movie either, so if it pops up somewhere, just watch it! You will laugh. For now, watch this dance scene. "It's De Lovely."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-940829204476348136?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/940829204476348136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=940829204476348136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/940829204476348136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/940829204476348136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-favorite_4978.html' title='A New Favorite'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-2738394422795159386</id><published>2008-04-06T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:12:16.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 08</title><content type='html'>I actually went somewhere for Spring Break this&lt;br /&gt;year. That's very rare for me. And no, I didn't&lt;br /&gt;go to Cancun to get shit-faced drunk and show&lt;br /&gt;boobage to the whole island. Not my thang. I&lt;br /&gt;did, however, go to Lake Tahoe for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I went snowboarding with a couple of friends and&lt;br /&gt;a few new people from Miami. I had a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;hangin' out with everyone. Snowboarding was a&lt;br /&gt;different story. Let's just say I took in a lot of&lt;br /&gt;damage. It was probably one of the most frust-&lt;br /&gt;rating activities I've ever done in my life. It&lt;br /&gt;made me angry 90% of the time. I just had no&lt;br /&gt;control over my board. The first day, I swear I&lt;br /&gt;was going down the hill at about 50mph. I could&lt;br /&gt;not stop. I would either get pissed or laugh at&lt;br /&gt;myself when I fell. I laughed 'cause I imagined&lt;br /&gt;what I looked like going down that slope at high&lt;br /&gt;speed. I imagined peoples' reactions as I busted&lt;br /&gt;my ass several times. At least, the snow was&lt;br /&gt;soft that day. The second day was something&lt;br /&gt;else. The snow was hard and icy and it was&lt;br /&gt;windy. I didn't have a ski mask, so my face was&lt;br /&gt;getting attacked by the ice pieces flying through&lt;br /&gt;the rough wind. The hill us girls went on that&lt;br /&gt;day was a little scarier 'cause there were no&lt;br /&gt;barriers on the side making it slightly more&lt;br /&gt;dangerous. I gave up a lot quicker and walked&lt;br /&gt;down the hill the first time. The second time&lt;br /&gt;I snowboarded down a smaller hill at high&lt;br /&gt;speed again and fell super hard on my back.&lt;br /&gt;Now that was a pain that confirmed I was over&lt;br /&gt;it. I was hurting so much I was lying in the&lt;br /&gt;snow for about two minutes. When I got up, I&lt;br /&gt;realized there were blood spots on the snow&lt;br /&gt;where my back was. I found out later that the&lt;br /&gt;blood was mine and I totally effed up my lower&lt;br /&gt;back. It was all scraped and inflamed. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...if I knew how to snow-&lt;br /&gt;board, I would probably have a blast. The&lt;br /&gt;nightlife was more chill and relaxing. We had&lt;br /&gt;decent dinners at a buffet and Hard Rock Cafe&lt;br /&gt;both nights at Harvey's Casino. When we left&lt;br /&gt;Lake Tahoe, we stopped by Sacramento for a&lt;br /&gt;couple of hours before we drove back to San&lt;br /&gt;Francisco. We decided to do a little sightseeing&lt;br /&gt;with the girls from Miami. We went up to the&lt;br /&gt;tourist spot near the Golden Gate Bridge to get&lt;br /&gt;some amazing photos of the view. The crazy&lt;br /&gt;thing is...I've never been up there and I've lived&lt;br /&gt;in the City all my life. I do appreciate my home-&lt;br /&gt;town more nowadays. Afterwards, we drove&lt;br /&gt;down Lombard and ate dinner at Bubba Gump&lt;br /&gt;at Pier 39. (Someone was crushin' on the wait-&lt;br /&gt;ress that night haha.) Lalaine and I got back to&lt;br /&gt;San Jose pretty late. I was exhausted and I had&lt;br /&gt;a midterm at 9am the next morning. Oy! Until&lt;br /&gt;now, I'm still a little sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the Heavenly Resort in Lake Tahoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l2t3winQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9mYEHtn9NeA/s1600-h/springbreak08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186306976327572738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l2t3winQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9mYEHtn9NeA/s320/springbreak08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaayJaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l2JXwinPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VQtmt7Ke8Bk/s1600-h/springbreak08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186306349262347506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l2JXwinPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VQtmt7Ke8Bk/s320/springbreak08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day: I look 4 feet tall in this pic...Lalaine and her cool gear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l1qHwinOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/u77cuycuws0/s1600-h/springbreak08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186305812391435490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l1qHwinOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/u77cuycuws0/s320/springbreak08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l1hXwinNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lIwV1cxoHPo/s1600-h/springbreak08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186305662067580114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l1hXwinNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lIwV1cxoHPo/s320/springbreak08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gals: Me, Lalaine, Melissa, and Karla (the two from Miami)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l1AnwinMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KQ97-LcCwP0/s1600-h/springbreak08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186305099426864322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l1AnwinMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KQ97-LcCwP0/s320/springbreak08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys: Mell, Chad, Brandon, and Julius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l02XwinLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/P3aIR7E6h3Q/s1600-h/springbreak08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186304923333205170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l02XwinLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/P3aIR7E6h3Q/s320/springbreak08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day: after my final fall. Looking very Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lzg3winKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/61MIXVMXaMA/s1600-h/springbreak08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186303454454389922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lzg3winKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/61MIXVMXaMA/s320/springbreak08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down on the Heavenly Gondola...pretty high up there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also where we met cool LA-ians Thomas (Ryan Gosling look-alike) and Sheila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lyiHwinJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/owKhX00OwIE/s1600-h/springbreak08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186302376417598610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lyiHwinJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/owKhX00OwIE/s320/springbreak08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Mell...mmm potato skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lyH3winII/AAAAAAAAAN4/BsGdvUwjs1k/s1600-h/springbreak08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186301925446032514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lyH3winII/AAAAAAAAAN4/BsGdvUwjs1k/s320/springbreak08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Hard Rock Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lx_nwinHI/AAAAAAAAANw/7ZXfyXnhENY/s1600-h/springbreak08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186301783712111730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lx_nwinHI/AAAAAAAAANw/7ZXfyXnhENY/s320/springbreak08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lx23winGI/AAAAAAAAANo/6_XIs_JzmUk/s1600-h/springbreak08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186301633388256354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lx23winGI/AAAAAAAAANo/6_XIs_JzmUk/s320/springbreak08+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Harvey's Casino...the night we sang Disney tunes in the van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lxOXwinFI/AAAAAAAAANg/X2VIOz7jahE/s1600-h/springbreak08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186300937603554386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lxOXwinFI/AAAAAAAAANg/X2VIOz7jahE/s320/springbreak08+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our condo the morning of our last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l20XwinRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0vMq_LHTuec/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186307087996722450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l20XwinRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0vMq_LHTuec/s320/IMG_3022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Lake Tahoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lw5XwinEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SCcvFxAFlBc/s1600-h/springbreak08+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186300576826301506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lw5XwinEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SCcvFxAFlBc/s320/springbreak08+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lwvHwinDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qYY52BUedGw/s1600-h/springbreak08+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186300400732642354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lwvHwinDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qYY52BUedGw/s320/springbreak08+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our drive back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lwbHwinCI/AAAAAAAAANI/UrX95BxgcD0/s1600-h/springbreak08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186300057135258658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lwbHwinCI/AAAAAAAAANI/UrX95BxgcD0/s320/springbreak08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main six overlooking the Bay and the Golden Gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell I'm freezin' up there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lvJ3winBI/AAAAAAAAANA/o39nBw-3ld8/s1600-h/springbreak08+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298661270887442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lvJ3winBI/AAAAAAAAANA/o39nBw-3ld8/s320/springbreak08+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster status...you could see my house from there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_luoHwinAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r_NmU-xTZvk/s1600-h/springbreak08+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298081450302466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_luoHwinAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r_NmU-xTZvk/s320/springbreak08+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one needs to use the military bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lufHwim_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/silthuva-SY/s1600-h/springbreak08+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186297926831479794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lufHwim_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/silthuva-SY/s320/springbreak08+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy...in one of the bunker rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_ltv3wim-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nSwjXa7bNB0/s1600-h/springbreak08+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186297115082660834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_ltv3wim-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nSwjXa7bNB0/s320/springbreak08+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City by the Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_ltknwim9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5l83W-0ummU/s1600-h/springbreak08+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186296921809132498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_ltknwim9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5l83W-0ummU/s320/springbreak08+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being on the other end of the line...Posing on the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_ltInwim8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/BMCbFxFjObs/s1600-h/springbreak08+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186296440772795330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_ltInwim8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/BMCbFxFjObs/s320/springbreak08+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_ls9Xwim7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bPtVX_bEwkg/s1600-h/springbreak08+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186296247499266994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_ls9Xwim7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bPtVX_bEwkg/s320/springbreak08+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how I'm the only normal one in the center of a random picture...Great background!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like those professional school dance photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lstHwim6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/vgg5zACW7qs/s1600-h/springbreak08+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186295968326392738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lstHwim6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/vgg5zACW7qs/s320/springbreak08+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lskHwim5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/mfMDA4DFGjg/s1600-h/springbreak08+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186295813707570066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lskHwim5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/mfMDA4DFGjg/s320/springbreak08+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Forrest Gumps &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lsLnwim4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/amwopNc7gAk/s1600-h/springbreak08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186295392800775042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lsLnwim4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/amwopNc7gAk/s320/springbreak08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lsCXwim3I/AAAAAAAAALw/Q5GxbEA0JC4/s1600-h/springbreak08+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186295233886985074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lsCXwim3I/AAAAAAAAALw/Q5GxbEA0JC4/s320/springbreak08+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Bubba Gump at Pier 39...this is how you get the waiter/waitress' attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lrjXwim1I/AAAAAAAAALg/Ivg1_0hPHuY/s1600-h/springbreak08+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186294701311040338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_lrjXwim1I/AAAAAAAAALg/Ivg1_0hPHuY/s320/springbreak08+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34136166-2738394422795159386?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/2738394422795159386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=2738394422795159386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2738394422795159386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/2738394422795159386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-break-08.html' title='Spring Break 08'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_l2t3winQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9mYEHtn9NeA/s72-c/springbreak08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-3728648855274666393</id><published>2008-04-06T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:06:15.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse - Map of the Problematique </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kdpiiSbbkOI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kdpiiSbbkOI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a kick ass song! Ultimate music that will make you want to drive faster. I really want to see these guys live!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-3728648855274666393?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3728648855274666393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=3728648855274666393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3728648855274666393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3728648855274666393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/04/muse-map-of-problematique_06.html' title='Muse - Map of the Problematique '/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-8720334628805011058</id><published>2008-04-06T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:19:56.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Stills: On the set of "Milk"</title><content type='html'>The Original Rainbow Gay Pride Flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i9i3wimkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NkXdIn2TczQ/s1600-h/harveymilkday001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186103377697872450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i9i3wimkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NkXdIn2TczQ/s320/harveymilkday001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the extra extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i9x3wimlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mVwiZPOCQiU/s1600-h/harveymilkday002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186103635395910226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i9x3wimlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mVwiZPOCQiU/s320/harveymilkday002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The set in front of City Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i-r3wimnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mK2EoQRnjUE/s1600-h/harveymilkday016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186104631828322930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i-r3wimnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mK2EoQRnjUE/s320/harveymilkday016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself and Zheena (future movie star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i_23wimpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sb_dtnoFh2k/s1600-h/IMG_2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186105920318511762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i_23wimpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sb_dtnoFh2k/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "real" extras...very retro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i963wimmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/200w1JZUZHA/s1600-h/IMG_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186103790014732898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i963wimmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/200w1JZUZHA/s320/IMG_2978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A blurry Emile Hirsch as "Cleve Jones"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jAqHwimrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/T21pJ4pae7g/s1600-h/harveymilkday018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186106800786807474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jAqHwimrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/T21pJ4pae7g/s320/harveymilkday018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cleve Jones" and "Harvey Milk"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jAgHwimqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uhtajRP4yIw/s1600-h/harveymilkday021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186106628988115618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jAgHwimqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uhtajRP4yIw/s320/harveymilkday021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder if he can play us a little jig...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jA1HwimsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/665oFXj_8u8/s1600-h/IMG_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186106989765368514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jA1HwimsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/665oFXj_8u8/s320/IMG_2992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean Penn getting ready to shoot another take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jA9nwimtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/q2PKiCu-f7g/s1600-h/IMG_2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107135794256594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jA9nwimtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/q2PKiCu-f7g/s320/IMG_2995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denis O'Hare as "John Briggs"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBLnwimuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UkP6cCfMVDU/s1600-h/IMG_3001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107376312425186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBLnwimuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UkP6cCfMVDU/s320/IMG_3001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another of Sean ("Harvey Milk")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBTXwimvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cSepiLXGLx4/s1600-h/IMG_3002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107509456411378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBTXwimvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cSepiLXGLx4/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this one - Christina, Myself, and Zheena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i_BnwimoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a7gqiCdBpQI/s1600-h/harveymilkday017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186105005490477698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i_BnwimoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a7gqiCdBpQI/s320/harveymilkday017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBLnwimuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UkP6cCfMVDU/s1600-h/IMG_3001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me trying to tell you that I have back pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBfnwimwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OMAr6jsk9ns/s1600-h/IMG_3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107719909808898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBfnwimwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OMAr6jsk9ns/s320/IMG_3006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ridiculous how close we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBqnwimxI/AAAAAAAAALA/u5JphfkxSU0/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107908888369938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jBqnwimxI/AAAAAAAAALA/u5JphfkxSU0/s320/IMG_3008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean's stand-in preparing for the parade scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jB2XwimyI/AAAAAAAAALI/fTebne6NFdQ/s1600-h/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186108110751832866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jB2XwimyI/AAAAAAAAALI/fTebne6NFdQ/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last shot of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jCGXwimzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QT71BwcbJFs/s1600-h/harveymilkday020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186108385629739826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_jCGXwimzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QT71BwcbJFs/s320/harveymilkday020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the first movie role for all of us as extras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Zheena can start her movie resume. Look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out for her in the future on the big screen. In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meantime, we will look for ourselves during&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Harvey Milk's" speech in front of City Hall; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the movie hits the theatres. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34136166-8720334628805011058?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8720334628805011058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=8720334628805011058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8720334628805011058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8720334628805011058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-stills-on-set-of-milk.html' title='Movie Stills: On the set of &quot;Milk&quot;'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R_i9i3wimkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NkXdIn2TczQ/s72-c/harveymilkday001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-1584559427549603643</id><published>2008-04-06T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:21:55.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Acting Debut</title><content type='html'>There have been a couple of experiences in my&lt;br /&gt;life so far that I would put in a book of unforget-&lt;br /&gt;table moments. One event was one of the best&lt;br /&gt;concerts I have ever been to...The Civic Tour&lt;br /&gt;with Good Charlotte and New Found Glory on&lt;br /&gt;May 31, 2003. Lalaine and I (and 18 other fans)&lt;br /&gt;got to spend the whole set onstage with NFG. It&lt;br /&gt;was pretty crazy and awesome. It didn't even&lt;br /&gt;feel like we were standing in front of thousands&lt;br /&gt;of people. The last song was wild 'cause we got&lt;br /&gt;to move around on stage, but I just kept hiding&lt;br /&gt;behind people to avoid looking like a jumping&lt;br /&gt;monkey. My leg started cramping too, so I was&lt;br /&gt;scared of falling and making an ass out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I felt very lucky to be chosen from&lt;br /&gt;the thousands. Anyway, although that concert&lt;br /&gt;was fantastic, this post is not about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I took an opportunity to be a part of a&lt;br /&gt;movie that's set in my hometown. It is about&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Milk, who was the first open gay man to&lt;br /&gt;run for office in San Francisco, and the story of&lt;br /&gt;his life leading up to his assassination. Sean Penn&lt;br /&gt;plays Harvey Milk and the supporting cast in-&lt;br /&gt;cludes Josh Brolin, James Franco, and Emile&lt;br /&gt;Hirsch. I originally thought I would check out&lt;br /&gt;the movie set to see James Franco 'cause I am a&lt;br /&gt;fan of his. Then I realized that I would be part-&lt;br /&gt;icipating for the wrong reasons. I didn't feel right&lt;br /&gt;the more I thought about it. I was about to back&lt;br /&gt;down on it because I felt bad. The experience of&lt;br /&gt;being part of a movie was more appealing to me,&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to do it. Plus, Ms. Christina Atienza&lt;br /&gt;asked me to accompany her. I mean, think about&lt;br /&gt;it...how many people can say that they have&lt;br /&gt;been in a movie? I know we're only (unpaid)&lt;br /&gt;extras, but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; like driving. It's a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 9, 2008- I got up really early to commute&lt;br /&gt;from San Jose to the City before the call time of&lt;br /&gt;the shoot. I met up with Christina and Zheena,&lt;br /&gt;whom I haven't seen in literally a year. Ohh I&lt;br /&gt;missed them cheecas! It was nice catching up&lt;br /&gt;on the way to Civic Center. When we got there&lt;br /&gt;we didn't see many people there. We saw a&lt;br /&gt;marching band and a stage propped up. We&lt;br /&gt;ended up across the street from the City Hall,&lt;br /&gt;where all the other extras were. More and more&lt;br /&gt;people came as time passed. The "real" extras&lt;br /&gt;came out as well with their legit 70s gear. I&lt;br /&gt;really felt like I was in the 70s, which by the way,&lt;br /&gt;is a decade that I liked learning about. The actual&lt;br /&gt;extras represented a strong group of homo-&lt;br /&gt;sexuals, same-sex couples, and transgenders.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the apparel was interesting to see. The&lt;br /&gt;whole atmosphere was interesting because a past&lt;br /&gt;decade was brought back to life. Appearances.&lt;br /&gt;Old automobiles. Scenery. There was even an old&lt;br /&gt;Muni bus. Everything about the set was pretty&lt;br /&gt;cool. One of the extras was dancing around shirt-&lt;br /&gt;less with no music and doing pushups. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Before they started filming, a Sean Penn stand-in&lt;br /&gt;tested out the mike and the main guy who gave&lt;br /&gt;us instructions for the scenes spoke to us about&lt;br /&gt;our job as extra extras. Sean Penn came out and&lt;br /&gt;that's when I thought 'This is real now. We're&lt;br /&gt;making a movie.' It was surreal seeing all the&lt;br /&gt;actors and crew involved. Zheena pointed out&lt;br /&gt;Emile Hirsch, whom I barely recognized 'cause&lt;br /&gt;he was sporting a huge curly afro and ginormous&lt;br /&gt;spectacles. He was Napoleon Dyamite's groovy&lt;br /&gt;twin. Maybe his uncle from the 70s. During the&lt;br /&gt;shoot, we all ended up near the stage mixed in&lt;br /&gt;with the real extras. All three of us were pretty&lt;br /&gt;close to the front center. It was weird seeing&lt;br /&gt;Sean Penn standing in front us as he delivered&lt;br /&gt;his infamous speech. We shot several takes. It&lt;br /&gt;was tiring. Weird right? I had no idea I was going&lt;br /&gt;to have back pains just standing in a crowd clap-&lt;br /&gt;ping and cheering for "Mr.Milk". Sean did an im-&lt;br /&gt;pressive job. It seemed like it didn't take him&lt;br /&gt;that much effort to perform a victorious speech.&lt;br /&gt;I observed live that he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a good actor. I also&lt;br /&gt;have to mention that in between takes, there&lt;br /&gt;was a lady carrying an umbrella over his head&lt;br /&gt;the whole time. I would take that job any day.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Emile Hirsch didn't seem to have to do&lt;br /&gt;much for his part 'cause he was sitting around&lt;br /&gt;most of the time. Oh yeah, James Franco finished&lt;br /&gt;filming his scenes, so he wasn't there. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;The second scene they shot was one where&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Milk sat atop a Volvo as he paraded down&lt;br /&gt;the street in front of City Hall, with his supporters&lt;br /&gt;cheering him on. That scene didn't require too&lt;br /&gt;many takes. During this time, all three of us were&lt;br /&gt;hungry, so we decided to take a break from the&lt;br /&gt;shoot to grab some BK. We had the intention of&lt;br /&gt;coming back. Of course, when we do come back&lt;br /&gt;to the shoot, our biggest fear bit us in our asses.&lt;br /&gt;A majority of the crowd was gone. The crew was&lt;br /&gt;condensed and the stage was taken apart.&lt;br /&gt;However, Sean Penn was still filming a scene in&lt;br /&gt;which he walks out of the City Hall and comments&lt;br /&gt;on another person's remark. We stood across the&lt;br /&gt;street to watch. It didn't last long. After they&lt;br /&gt;finished, Christina and Zheena were on a mission&lt;br /&gt;to look for Emile Hirsch. We walked around City&lt;br /&gt;Hall and sat on the street for a while. At one&lt;br /&gt;point, Christina recognized someone who looked&lt;br /&gt;like Sean. Surprise! It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; him walking on the&lt;br /&gt;street leading to the City Hall's entrance. We&lt;br /&gt;were too scared to approach him. I personally&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to interrupt whatever he was doing&lt;br /&gt;'cause he looked like he was in a hurry. When he&lt;br /&gt;came out of the City Hall, he left in a car. The&lt;br /&gt;man's got things to do. No need to bother him.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't find Emile either, so we called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;The overall experience was draining, but&lt;br /&gt;fascinating. The whole process was fun. It was&lt;br /&gt;an eye-opener for me. I enjoyed everything&lt;br /&gt;about it...especially all the observations I took&lt;br /&gt;in. Definitely a learning experience. If an opp-&lt;br /&gt;ortunity like that comes your way, I say do it!&lt;br /&gt;I would do it again no doubt. Just let me know&lt;br /&gt;where to sign up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, what was up with the laughing&lt;br /&gt;fest on the BART, Christina? Sean Penn is after&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-1584559427549603643?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/1584559427549603643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=1584559427549603643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/1584559427549603643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/1584559427549603643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-acting-debut.html' title='My Acting Debut'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-346366676647533264</id><published>2008-03-03T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T02:03:20.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondercon 2008</title><content type='html'>This was my very first time going to Wondercon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with Lalaine and her brodah. I can't really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say too much about it because I didn't check out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything. When we got there, we went straight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the hall that had all the panels for certain up-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming movies. We watched two panels. One for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Forgetting Sarah Marshall," a comedy starring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Segal, Kristen Bell, Mila Kunis, Russell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brand (he's pretty crazy), and Jack McBrayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie seems funny. Something I may want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to watch. It was also my very first panel. I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;special to be a part of it. The second panel was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for "Wanted," starring Morgan Freeman, Angelina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jolie, and James McAvoy, who was the only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there for the panel. The clip they showed for the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movie was a never-released clip. So I felt special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about that too. After the panel, Lalaine and I were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lucky to meet James McAvoy up-close and personal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We both got wristbands while waiting in line by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing a simple, small drawing to meet him.) It really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was pretty personal. Each person had their own one-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on-one time with him, which allowed for short conver-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sation. I asked him how his visit was to SF and he said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he didn't spend much time here because his flight was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cancelled the night before. Then, I thanked him for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming up and said "Good luck on the Oscars," which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was that Sunday night. He was a very nice person. He &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even introduced himself and initiated shaking people's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hands. Usually it's a restriction for some reason. The only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;negative was that we couldn't take a picture with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got his autograph, but I prefer pictures. It's more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exciting that way. After the signing, we went to go check &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out the massive area with all the artists, vendors, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freebies, but it was almost closing time so we didn't get to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at everything. I was considering buying a Yoshi plush, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I didn't. Maybe next time. I went on the first day and it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wasn't too crazy. I didn't get to see that many people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wearing costumes. I heard it was pretty crowded over the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekend though. No matter what, I still had a pretty awe-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some time. (I want to mention and thank the lady that was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;behind Lalaine and I in line. She gave her wristband to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was very kind of her. I didn't get the chance to thank &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her again when I left the panel.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Kelly Claaarkson pic. It's her drink, her video hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look sick. Literally. I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80COnnub_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/mbYV-IpZRiI/s1600-h/wondercon08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173793997095596018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80COnnub_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/mbYV-IpZRiI/s320/wondercon08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh the irony...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80CmXnucAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3OM19WTm0NI/s1600-h/wondercon08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173794405117489154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80CmXnucAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3OM19WTm0NI/s320/wondercon08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Segal...the dude trying to "forget Sarah Marshall"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80DhHnucBI/AAAAAAAAAII/ufejVWXIGgQ/s1600-h/wondercon08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173795414434803730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80DhHnucBI/AAAAAAAAAII/ufejVWXIGgQ/s320/wondercon08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristen Bell...she's Sarah Marshall and that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veronica Mars/Heroes chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80DunnucCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Jb3FTy5DPhI/s1600-h/wondercon08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173795646363037730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80DunnucCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Jb3FTy5DPhI/s320/wondercon08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mila Kunis...It's Meg from Family Guy and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashton Koosher's gf in That 70s Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a lucky guy got to take a pic with her on this stage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80D-XnucDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CFNzTqVBiUk/s1600-h/wondercon08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173795916945977394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80D-XnucDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CFNzTqVBiUk/s320/wondercon08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Russell Brand...yup, he's the crazy British dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youtube him. He's quite strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80EMnnucEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yhdB3rZvdsQ/s1600-h/wondercon08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173796161759113282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80EMnnucEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yhdB3rZvdsQ/s320/wondercon08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack McBrayer...and one of the writers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80EaHnucFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wepEhInJsEk/s1600-h/wondercon08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173796393687347282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80EaHnucFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wepEhInJsEk/s320/wondercon08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James McAvoy...one of the nicest people I've met so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80FGnnucGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mAlDWIeNMEk/s1600-h/wondercon08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173797158191525986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80FGnnucGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mAlDWIeNMEk/s320/wondercon08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poster. He even personalized it! It's a little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut off. It says "Choose Your Destiny 2008."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks James!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80Z8HnucHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aLN718a0kD4/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173820067547082866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80Z8HnucHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aLN718a0kD4/s320/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the Academy Awards two nights after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting James McAvoy and I thought it was so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird seeing him there. It's like 'Hey I just met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that guy in person.' He's very Scottish. He's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty well-known for his role in "Atonement." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only movie I've seen him in was new movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Penelope." It's a cute movie. I liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34136166-346366676647533264?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/346366676647533264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=346366676647533264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/346366676647533264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/346366676647533264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/03/wondercon-2008.html' title='Wondercon 2008'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R80COnnub_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/mbYV-IpZRiI/s72-c/wondercon08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-5826176159865507094</id><published>2008-02-18T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:44:44.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Fresh Prince Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/X94FFEYucY4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/X94FFEYucY4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heelarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-5826176159865507094?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5826176159865507094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=5826176159865507094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5826176159865507094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5826176159865507094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/02/classic-fresh-prince-moment_18.html' title='Classic Fresh Prince Moment'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-4666287547739316437</id><published>2008-02-06T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:54:17.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of the 22</title><content type='html'>It's a brand new &lt;strong&gt;year&lt;/strong&gt; (yeah, I know it's&lt;br /&gt;month 2). Brand new &lt;strong&gt;attitude&lt;/strong&gt;. Brand&lt;br /&gt;new &lt;strong&gt;goals&lt;/strong&gt;. Brand new &lt;strong&gt;classes&lt;/strong&gt;. Brand&lt;br /&gt;new &lt;strong&gt;coif&lt;/strong&gt;. Brand new &lt;strong&gt;earrangs&lt;/strong&gt;. Brand&lt;br /&gt;new spankin' &lt;strong&gt;shoes&lt;/strong&gt;. Brand new &lt;strong&gt;age&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;some of my good friends. &lt;em&gt;Looking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forward to what this year has got for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-4666287547739316437?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/4666287547739316437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=4666287547739316437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/4666287547739316437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/4666287547739316437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-of-22.html' title='The Year of the 22'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-8919946203865158596</id><published>2007-12-06T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:16:37.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a random day in San Jose...</title><content type='html'>December 5...&lt;br /&gt;It was just like any regular Wednesday when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalaine and I decided to take a walk through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Xmas in the Park." Lalaine never experienced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this San Jose tradition, so we figured this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;specific day was the perfect time to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Originally, we wanted to go for the funnel cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never got one. Lalaine was a little bummed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out that she wasn't at the Dane Cook show at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the "Shark Tank". We still had a dandy time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking around the chilly streets of downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty handsome horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kCkvbyK_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bJa7GzXrzfg/s1600-h/PICT1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141143279851678706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kCkvbyK_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bJa7GzXrzfg/s320/PICT1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropical Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kDYvbyLAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lwKTmB07GRE/s1600-h/PICT1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141144173204876290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kDYvbyLAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lwKTmB07GRE/s320/PICT1716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't like those face cutout boards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kF2PbyLBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/d-4BcMe4CKQ/s1600-h/PICT1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141146879034272786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kF2PbyLBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/d-4BcMe4CKQ/s320/PICT1722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbread Fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kH_vbyLCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/in1iYPYU2TM/s1600-h/PICT1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141149241266285602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kH_vbyLCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/in1iYPYU2TM/s320/PICT1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmm looky looky here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo after driving around and getting lost, we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ended up at the back of the "Shark Tank"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with several, but not too many people. Lalaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I were standing with fans who went to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane Cook show. We weren't waiting too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we saw an SUV pull up. Next thing we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know, Dane comes out! We super cut people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who were waiting there longer than us. Dane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was a really nice guy. We each shook his hand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalaine got his autograph, we took a picture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with him, and we got to hug him. He was just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calm and welcoming about everything. He was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supposedly going to stay out there until he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met every single fan that was waiting. How &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shweet! It just shows that he doesn't let the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fame take over his head and we all know how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG a comedian he really is. It was our first real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"celebrity" encounter. We got lucky that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy that Lalaine met one of her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;favorites. Especially after a whole day of being &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bummed out for not going to his show! It was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fate &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; it was even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daane Coook&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1ksK_byLDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WYU7NjXzIiQ/s1600-h/PICT1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141189016958413874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1ksK_byLDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WYU7NjXzIiQ/s320/PICT1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34136166-8919946203865158596?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8919946203865158596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=8919946203865158596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8919946203865158596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8919946203865158596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-random-day-in-san-jose.html' title='Just a random day in San Jose...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/R1kCkvbyK_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bJa7GzXrzfg/s72-c/PICT1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-3920156978119426722</id><published>2007-11-03T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T06:31:24.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Festivities Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxqGvnSn9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xaUVnkH_u9M/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128590739761176530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxqGvnSn9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xaUVnkH_u9M/s320/Halloween+2007+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drink = green, tongue = yellow ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2: Club NV in San Francisco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back home to the city to check out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Halloween bash at a club. Unfortunately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the club we were supposed to go to, Suite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One8One, was suuper packed with people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting in two long ass lines. Tiff's brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knew some friends who were at Club NV, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we decided to go over there. The place was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool. I liked seeing all the people in costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a good time hanging out. Dancing was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fun, but I wanted more of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuzzos: the cop and the French maid. Diana and her bf Eugene: the Scream dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxoR_nSn3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ItPuIdmhWGU/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128588734011449202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxoR_nSn3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ItPuIdmhWGU/s320/Halloween+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxoAfnSn2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YLZvnp7tp1w/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128588433363738466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxoAfnSn2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YLZvnp7tp1w/s320/Halloween+2007+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why party like a rockstar when you can party &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; a rockstar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Ryxol_nSn4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/p28x9EzuyEs/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128589077608832898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Ryxol_nSn4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/p28x9EzuyEs/s320/Halloween+2007+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Ryxo8PnSn5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kLVPSSlwbgY/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128589459860922258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Ryxo8PnSn5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kLVPSSlwbgY/s320/Halloween+2007+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty...drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxpQ_nSn6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/xbYeaX23-9c/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128589816343207842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxpQ_nSn6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/xbYeaX23-9c/s320/Halloween+2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Us ladies...kind of hazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxpfPnSn7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jA0R8zd_pAc/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128590061156343730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxpfPnSn7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jA0R8zd_pAc/s320/Halloween+2007+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French maid...stop drinking and do your work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxpuvnSn8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zreuJtcyYFk/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128590327444316098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxpuvnSn8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zreuJtcyYFk/s320/Halloween+2007+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34136166-3920156978119426722?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3920156978119426722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=3920156978119426722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3920156978119426722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3920156978119426722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-festivities-part-2.html' title='Halloween Festivities Part 2'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxqGvnSn9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xaUVnkH_u9M/s72-c/Halloween+2007+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-5766291682776728156</id><published>2007-11-03T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T06:44:12.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Festivities Part 1</title><content type='html'>My friends and I decided to actually do something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for Halloween this year for the first time. I never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realized that Halloween was so much fun until this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;year. Pretty sad huh? I can't believe I missed out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Halloween activities in all my years in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well...now I know I'll be looking forward to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the years to come. I'm already wondering what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my costume will be next year. Let's wait and see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much more slutty costumes are going to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Gyro's Screamfest/Dinner at CPK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle and Bonnie were Mickey &amp;amp; Minnie. How cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxcXfnSnrI/AAAAAAAAADo/Pz2Cqo-xr34/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128575634361196210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxcXfnSnrI/AAAAAAAAADo/Pz2Cqo-xr34/s320/Halloween+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before heading out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Ryxc_fnSnsI/AAAAAAAAADw/h3OdTgZcQ7g/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128576321555963586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Ryxc_fnSnsI/AAAAAAAAADw/h3OdTgZcQ7g/s320/Halloween+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalaine the Sailor and Mell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxdVvnSnuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1PB19vGddsQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128576703808052962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxdVvnSnuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1PB19vGddsQ/s320/Halloween+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous Disney couple at Gyro's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Ryxd6vnSnwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7jaK2XKF5Mo/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128577339463212802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Ryxd6vnSnwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7jaK2XKF5Mo/s320/Halloween+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chucky says "Keep away from my mamosa!"(or the rock chick will (happily) kill herself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxeQPnSnxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7zaPAdu6XhQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128577708830400274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxeQPnSnxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7zaPAdu6XhQ/s320/Halloween+2007+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxedfnSnyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FLwFY7cWUfY/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128577936463666978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxedfnSnyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FLwFY7cWUfY/s320/Halloween+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An innocent maid getting sliced by Chucky (Tiff and Perik)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxeyPnSnzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/s4yV-6XyUiY/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128578292945952562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxeyPnSnzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/s4yV-6XyUiY/s320/Halloween+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze ladies: Mickey, Minnie, Frenchie, Rocky, Sailey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxfDvnSn0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fewB-HP6ZDA/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128578593593663298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxfDvnSn0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fewB-HP6ZDA/s320/Halloween+2007+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze fellas: Melly, Chucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxfhfnSn1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/SDkL0eHHvTI/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128579104694771538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxfhfnSn1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/SDkL0eHHvTI/s320/Halloween+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to go through the Corn Maze in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fremont, but there was a ginormous snake-of-a-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;line an hour before closing time. Dangit! I was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking forward to it. There's always next year yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34136166-5766291682776728156?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5766291682776728156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=5766291682776728156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5766291682776728156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5766291682776728156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-festivities.html' title='Halloween Festivities Part 1'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxcXfnSnrI/AAAAAAAAADo/Pz2Cqo-xr34/s72-c/Halloween+2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-8084181145132458686</id><published>2007-11-03T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:27:58.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Halloween Dress Rehearsals</title><content type='html'>I realized that my blog is more of a visuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;site. I like to take fun photos, so why not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;share them? I think this is the 3rd time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I mentioned my interest in "fun" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures in my posts; so it will be what it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be. Enjoy my public mini photo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;collection. Keep those photos comin'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration for my costume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxRrPnSnkI/AAAAAAAAACw/4c-7bH57Vpw/s1600-h/IMG_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128563879035706946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxRrPnSnkI/AAAAAAAAACw/4c-7bH57Vpw/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxSVfnSnlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VKjOFGlxPmQ/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128564604885179986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxSVfnSnlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VKjOFGlxPmQ/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birth of my outer rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxSjfnSnmI/AAAAAAAAADA/9TdUDzbKsdw/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128564845403348578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxSjfnSnmI/AAAAAAAAADA/9TdUDzbKsdw/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album cover bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxSwfnSnnI/AAAAAAAAADI/zSW5VvvYCaU/s1600-h/IMG_2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128565068741647986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxSwfnSnnI/AAAAAAAAADI/zSW5VvvYCaU/s320/IMG_2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume completed...Lalaine's a rockstar at heart too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxTnPnSnoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/23iJJlL_134/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128566009339485826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxTnPnSnoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/23iJJlL_134/s320/Halloween+2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxULfnSnpI/AAAAAAAAADY/LAtpci1Y3S4/s1600-h/IMG_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128566632109743762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxULfnSnpI/AAAAAAAAADY/LAtpci1Y3S4/s320/IMG_2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was her real costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxUrfnSnqI/AAAAAAAAADg/h-ct0qgKNYA/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128567181865557666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxUrfnSnqI/AAAAAAAAADg/h-ct0qgKNYA/s320/Halloween+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34136166-8084181145132458686?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8084181145132458686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=8084181145132458686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8084181145132458686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/8084181145132458686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/11/pre-halloween-dress-rehearsals.html' title='Pre-Halloween Dress Rehearsals'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RyxRrPnSnkI/AAAAAAAAACw/4c-7bH57Vpw/s72-c/IMG_2240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-3953801842386254416</id><published>2007-11-03T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:07:24.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another half a year passed...</title><content type='html'>Back from another hiatus from the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny 'cause I look at other peoples' blogs&lt;br /&gt;(i.e. Perez Hilton, PinkIsTheNewBlog, the&lt;br /&gt;Superficial, Post Secret) all the time and some-&lt;br /&gt;how I just forget about my own. Well not today.&lt;br /&gt;I gave it so much thought I decided to give it a&lt;br /&gt;makeover. I don't think anyone really checks&lt;br /&gt;out my page anyway to notice, but it is super&lt;br /&gt;different now. It needed a new look. I changed&lt;br /&gt;the layout, my profile, and even the heading of&lt;br /&gt;my page. It used to be called "Inner Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;of a Quiet Soul." I figured it needed a change&lt;br /&gt;because I don't really record my deep dark&lt;br /&gt;feelings, thoughts, and emotions on here. My&lt;br /&gt;heading was basically a lie. So I kept it straight-&lt;br /&gt;forward and simple...I Am No Drink. That's the&lt;br /&gt;truth my friends. I need a fresh new start. I&lt;br /&gt;just hope I can keep up with my blogging. Ah&lt;br /&gt;heck! Who am I kidding? I'm not a gossip&lt;br /&gt;blogger. Let's just get something started shall&lt;br /&gt;we...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-3953801842386254416?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3953801842386254416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=3953801842386254416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3953801842386254416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3953801842386254416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-half-year-passed.html' title='Another half a year passed...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-3973585618423336682</id><published>2007-05-08T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:55:37.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This pic is exactly a year old. Throwbaack...&lt;br /&gt;Good times and nice picha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Margarita's Manic Mizithra Monday Madness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RkDFFBgwsqI/AAAAAAAAACE/0x6qKP18-vg/s1600-h/PICT1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062262671260299938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RkDFFBgwsqI/AAAAAAAAACE/0x6qKP18-vg/s320/PICT1013.JPG" 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/34136166-3973585618423336682?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3973585618423336682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=3973585618423336682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3973585618423336682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3973585618423336682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/05/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/RkDFFBgwsqI/AAAAAAAAACE/0x6qKP18-vg/s72-c/PICT1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-5776046524166140744</id><published>2007-05-07T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T04:35:19.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good day for an update...</title><content type='html'>Hellooo!!! It's been a while hasn't it? Any reasons?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh...I don't know. Bored with its contents. Too&lt;br /&gt;lazy to post another picture. No tiiime. Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, I'm back! I realized that I don't really&lt;br /&gt;write much in this here blog of mine. I know I&lt;br /&gt;did for my class journals, but other than that,&lt;br /&gt;you mainly see my f.a.c.e. I can't get too personal.&lt;br /&gt;All that nonsense is for my real journal anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, there is no point for that silly ol' book.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, pictures are more interesting to look at&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. They're fuuun. Plus, they help me rem-&lt;br /&gt;ember more of the coolest moments in life. So here&lt;br /&gt;...let me share some with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco de Mayo - We celebrated together!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to the ever-so-dearest Alvin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7qExgwscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QzHJ_V0SONU/s1600-h/celebrate+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061740398942138818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7qExgwscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QzHJ_V0SONU/s320/celebrate+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest people I have ever known:&lt;br /&gt;Brian. Look at him as he tries to fight to pay for&lt;br /&gt;the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7rihgwsdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ssv7enHbb3A/s1600-h/celebrate+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061742009554874834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7rihgwsdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ssv7enHbb3A/s320/celebrate+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff - This wonderful chick celebrated with us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7s-RgwseI/AAAAAAAAAAk/74mR84ocY2Q/s1600-h/celebrate+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061743585807872482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7s-RgwseI/AAAAAAAAAAk/74mR84ocY2Q/s320/celebrate+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! That plate was hot to me face. I got a&lt;br /&gt;steamin' facial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7tkBgwsfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/62sT1LzExsg/s1600-h/celebrate+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061744234347934194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7tkBgwsfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/62sT1LzExsg/s320/celebrate+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Alvin. He was my prom date. He&lt;br /&gt;looks at me weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7uOBgwsgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cZbaRrGAF5A/s1600-h/IMG_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061744955902439938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7uOBgwsgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cZbaRrGAF5A/s320/IMG_1701.JPG" 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/34136166-5776046524166140744?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5776046524166140744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=5776046524166140744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5776046524166140744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/5776046524166140744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-good-day-for-update.html' title='It&apos;s a good day for an update...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj7qExgwscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QzHJ_V0SONU/s72-c/celebrate+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-4636406979556023670</id><published>2007-05-07T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T04:51:05.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MGH Semester</title><content type='html'>Of course I had to add some pics from this&lt;br /&gt;semester's activation and banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go to the actual process of initiation, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came just in time to take this shot with my line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dandy isn't it? Congratulations GJ!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj71zxgwshI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A9s5jETwwdg/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061753301023896082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj71zxgwshI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A9s5jETwwdg/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banquet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun. There wasn't too much delay. Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was good, especially the meat. Chantha dropped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my camera in a glass of water, but luckily it didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break. The glass of water did. Dancing is always a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blast. I liked my dress. Somehow, I still felt like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something was missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family pic...with a Loyal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj8HchgwsoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dAwRh-4ltJU/s1600-h/147801340-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061772692801237634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj8HchgwsoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dAwRh-4ltJU/s320/147801340-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj76PxgwsiI/AAAAAAAAABE/krOq1LLoPqY/s1600-h/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one of those line pics that we oh-so-love taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj76whgwsjI/AAAAAAAAABM/RB2QjjdbVvA/s1600-h/IMG_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061758742747460146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj76whgwsjI/AAAAAAAAABM/RB2QjjdbVvA/s320/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There goes GJ reppin' the T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj77JhgwskI/AAAAAAAAABU/3OqoujysnOo/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061759172244189762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj77JhgwskI/AAAAAAAAABU/3OqoujysnOo/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww...Lil and Big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj77lhgwslI/AAAAAAAAABc/LRBMto7Qp-8/s1600-h/IMG_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061759653280526930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj77lhgwslI/AAAAAAAAABc/LRBMto7Qp-8/s320/IMG_1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a nice Christmas-y pic with my "grand"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj770xgwsmI/AAAAAAAAABk/-zXxdkt5_qg/s1600-h/l_0b49906ea74928febeaf6904329b196d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061759915273532002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj770xgwsmI/AAAAAAAAABk/-zXxdkt5_qg/s320/l_0b49906ea74928febeaf6904329b196d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ghetto-fab with Albert's stunnas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj78TRgwsnI/AAAAAAAAABs/zPtxVIAhdMU/s1600-h/147766493-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061760439259542130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj78TRgwsnI/AAAAAAAAABs/zPtxVIAhdMU/s320/147766493-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to my Big and Trevor for making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it through their semester as pledge parents. You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys did a great job raising beautiful, successful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34136166-4636406979556023670?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/4636406979556023670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=4636406979556023670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/4636406979556023670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/4636406979556023670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/05/mgh-semester.html' title='The MGH Semester'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj71zxgwshI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A9s5jETwwdg/s72-c/IMG_1633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-3892119842204374459</id><published>2007-05-07T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T04:23:47.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Guiab Harvey Pledge Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj8L7RgwspI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OZ6ZSguuplI/s1600-h/147727660-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061777619128726162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj8L7RgwspI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OZ6ZSguuplI/s320/147727660-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/34136166-3892119842204374459?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3892119842204374459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=3892119842204374459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3892119842204374459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/3892119842204374459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/05/marie-guiab-harvey-pledge-class.html' title='Marie Guiab Harvey Pledge Class'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8KS83Ayg3k/Rj8L7RgwspI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OZ6ZSguuplI/s72-c/147727660-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-117144184941552334</id><published>2007-02-14T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:05:44.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Cody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to introduce you to Apt. 7 's pet guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;He's a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/334850/zoey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/164322/zoey.jpg" 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/34136166-117144184941552334?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/117144184941552334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=117144184941552334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/117144184941552334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/117144184941552334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-baby-cody.html' title='Our Baby Cody'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-117144136343295656</id><published>2007-02-14T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:22:43.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/681/128886847-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/279753/128886847-L.jpg" 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/34136166-117144136343295656?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/117144136343295656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=117144136343295656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/117144136343295656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/117144136343295656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-semester.html' title='New Semester'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116829338873870279</id><published>2007-01-08T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:20:09.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MODal STATis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/92785/whaddayamean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/400/213074/whaddayamean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;circa&lt;/strong&gt; 2004, &lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;roject &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;eviant&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;rt&lt;br /&gt;design: excentric samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It is announced" by disingenuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She doesn't see it because she has no taste for it.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't hear it because she doesn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't speak it because it must be &lt;em&gt;announced&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model: Margarita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116829338873870279?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116829338873870279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116829338873870279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116829338873870279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116829338873870279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/01/modal-statis.html' title='MODal STATis'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116829262037442518</id><published>2007-01-08T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:45:29.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO EggCited!!! Yippee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116829262037442518?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116829262037442518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116829262037442518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116829262037442518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116829262037442518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2007/01/mood-of-day.html' title='Mood of the Day!'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116583156028927243</id><published>2006-12-11T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:44:17.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Fifteen</title><content type='html'>In this entry, I would like to reflect on my&lt;br /&gt;overall thought about the class. I can say&lt;br /&gt;that it was a better experience than the&lt;br /&gt;first time I took the course. I like the&lt;br /&gt;teacher's strategy because he used a kind&lt;br /&gt;of visual that can make the lectures a lot&lt;br /&gt;clearer and easier to understand. I missed&lt;br /&gt;class when we did teacher evaluations, so&lt;br /&gt;this is my chance to critique. I actually&lt;br /&gt;prefer using words than ratings anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It is a lot more effective. Overall, I think&lt;br /&gt;the teacher did a nice job delivering his&lt;br /&gt;lectures, which I thought was a challenge&lt;br /&gt;because he had to speak for about two and&lt;br /&gt;a half hours. That is a long time! Good job&lt;br /&gt;for taking the "staff" position and teaching&lt;br /&gt;at SJSU for the first time. The only thing I&lt;br /&gt;would prefer to change is the printing of&lt;br /&gt;lecture handouts. Saving paper is important.&lt;br /&gt;Students can make use of their notebooks&lt;br /&gt;and fill them out with all the notes they need.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from the class nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116583156028927243?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116583156028927243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116583156028927243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116583156028927243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116583156028927243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/12/geography-journal-number-fifteen.html' title='Geography Journal Number Fifteen'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116530902258535864</id><published>2006-12-05T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:57:41.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...from the last chapter meeting/G.A.S anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Memorieees!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/254718/114789756-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/819960/114789756-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/595712/114844368-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/391653/114844368-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/920027/114844411-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/962701/114844411-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/72214/114844554-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/639202/114844554-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/673815/114844657-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/500301/114844657-L.jpg" 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/34136166-116530902258535864?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116530902258535864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116530902258535864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116530902258535864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116530902258535864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116583149009032827</id><published>2006-12-04T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:21:19.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Fourteen</title><content type='html'>Today was technically the last day of class.&lt;br /&gt;We watched two movies that made me&lt;br /&gt;think. One of the movies disussed global&lt;br /&gt;environmental issues. I learned that de-&lt;br /&gt;veloping nations make up 20% of the&lt;br /&gt;world, and surprisingly use 70% of the&lt;br /&gt;Earth's resources. Using resources in&lt;br /&gt;developing nations can be a hazard and&lt;br /&gt;unsafe for its citizens. The water may not&lt;br /&gt;be sanitary and can cause many diseases&lt;br /&gt;and illnesses. I hope that someday the&lt;br /&gt;water systems in these countries would&lt;br /&gt;improve. In the next video, a fact that&lt;br /&gt;caught my attention was that we will have&lt;br /&gt;half the water that we have now in about&lt;br /&gt;25 years. That is pretty scary. Water is&lt;br /&gt;important because we use it for everything.&lt;br /&gt;That is the disadvantage because we really&lt;br /&gt;cannot do much about it since we do need&lt;br /&gt;it for everything. The only thing we can do&lt;br /&gt;is try to conserve it now and not waste a&lt;br /&gt;single drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/511921/kidspickinggarbagewater-700383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/287249/kidspickinggarbagewater-700383.jpg" 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/34136166-116583149009032827?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116583149009032827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116583149009032827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116583149009032827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116583149009032827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/12/geography-journal-number-fourteen.html' title='Geography Journal Number Fourteen'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116519800556874476</id><published>2006-12-03T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:00:40.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day on Ex-Comm...</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day as an ex-comm member&lt;br /&gt;of the Fall 2006 semester. It's sad. It was a&lt;br /&gt;good group that got along quite nicely. This&lt;br /&gt;whole semester went by smoothly as well.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the new members of ex-comm.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this bunch has a great, fun semester&lt;br /&gt;like we did. Our meetings were so fun. If only&lt;br /&gt;other people got to see that. I am going to&lt;br /&gt;miss it all. Thanks ex-comm for making it a&lt;br /&gt;superb experience! Thank you Ajay and Sun-&lt;br /&gt;shine for the lovely gifts/memorabilia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures from the last meeting/dinner&lt;br /&gt;at the Cheesecake Factory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/866865/113873060-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ladies of ex-comm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/715987/113874582-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/964527/113874582-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.A.S members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/803464/114039936-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/906147/114039936-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/730043/113874912-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/133977/113874912-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/72707/113875120-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/399296/113875120-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/143949/113875838-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/692595/113875838-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/182947/113875959-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/43709/113875959-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/222626/113874158-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/686948/113874158-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady and the Tramp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/94959/113876409-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/497465/113876409-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ajay for treating us!&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I want to thank Paul for being my&lt;br /&gt;co. He was the creative brain for most of the&lt;br /&gt;projects that we did. Without him, we wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;have been as successful as people claimed we&lt;br /&gt;were. It was good times working with him. We&lt;br /&gt;had fun with our job. It's over now. He and&lt;br /&gt;Amanda will do wonderfully in Public Relations.&lt;br /&gt;(You better treat your lil right!) Thanks for&lt;br /&gt;everything. Give yourself a pat on the back. You&lt;br /&gt;did a fantabulous job CO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time for a break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116519800556874476?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116519800556874476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116519800556874476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116519800556874476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116519800556874476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-day-on-ex-comm.html' title='Last Day on Ex-Comm...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116519711516947441</id><published>2006-12-03T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:50:05.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.A.S One Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It has been exactly a year since we crossed&lt;br /&gt;and became official members. Seems longer.&lt;br /&gt;Our class was a good bunch and we connect-&lt;br /&gt;ed pretty well altogether. I miss everyone,&lt;br /&gt;especially those who I haven't seen. Happy&lt;br /&gt;One Year G.A.S! What's that smell?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/634785/47279876-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/894787/47279876-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/803065/47280092-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/44917/47280092-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the one year celebration. I&lt;br /&gt;came late, but I was still able to hang out&lt;br /&gt;for a little bit. There weren't many of us,&lt;br /&gt;but that's cool. The people who were&lt;br /&gt;there were enough to make it enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/788452/114540558-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/599051/114540558-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/130075/114540383-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/881334/114540383-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke'ala was a special guest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/858883/114540931-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/164950/114540931-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/28413/114541343-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/526576/114541343-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/503799/114541474-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/603598/114541474-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/775998/114541376-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/602390/114541384-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/440718/114541384-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny...espicy corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/667253/114541496-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/766488/114541496-L.jpg" 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/34136166-116519711516947441?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116519711516947441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116519711516947441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116519711516947441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116519711516947441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/12/gas-one-year-anniversary.html' title='G.A.S One Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116519389751541171</id><published>2006-12-03T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:01:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace.</title><content type='html'>I was shocked when I got the phone call&lt;br /&gt;this past Thursday night. My cousin&lt;br /&gt;passed away the night before. It was so&lt;br /&gt;surprising and all of a sudden. A year&lt;br /&gt;ago, she was healthy and as happy as I&lt;br /&gt;always saw her. They told me that they&lt;br /&gt;found a tumor in her brain this year and&lt;br /&gt;that her treatment was doing well.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, her cancer spread. She&lt;br /&gt;was born on the same day as me. She's&lt;br /&gt;only 49 years old. It was weird seeing&lt;br /&gt;her at the viewing. Brought back familiar&lt;br /&gt;memories. At least she's free from the&lt;br /&gt;pain. I will miss you Ate Dory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/569388/p1010208%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/65672/p1010208%20%282%29.jpg" 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/34136166-116519389751541171?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116519389751541171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116519389751541171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116519389751541171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116519389751541171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/12/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace.'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116530679980083586</id><published>2006-11-27T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:00:48.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Thirteen</title><content type='html'>I learned a lot about trees and clear-&lt;br /&gt;cutting today. Clear-cutting refers&lt;br /&gt;to the hundreds of trees that are&lt;br /&gt;being cut down in a short period of&lt;br /&gt;time. I am actually not sure if they&lt;br /&gt;still do it nowadays, but I know that&lt;br /&gt;it was a big enough problem that&lt;br /&gt;people protested against it. I believe&lt;br /&gt;people reduce the amount of trees&lt;br /&gt;being cut by making them certified&lt;br /&gt;or by variable retention. People make&lt;br /&gt;sure that they work around the trees&lt;br /&gt;that help the forest survive. I also&lt;br /&gt;learned that the demand for wood will&lt;br /&gt;increase 40% in this decade. I feel that&lt;br /&gt;wood is like water because it is needed&lt;br /&gt;for many things. I like to reuse paper.&lt;br /&gt;I try to avoid throwing paper away. I&lt;br /&gt;do not use a new notebook until one is&lt;br /&gt;all used up. I do it because we need our&lt;br /&gt;trees more. I do not understand how&lt;br /&gt;people can throw blank sheets of paper&lt;br /&gt;into the garbage. It bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/151238/93111136-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/131859/93111136-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/863370/New%20Forest%20trees%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116530679980083586?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116530679980083586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116530679980083586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116530679980083586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116530679980083586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/11/geography-journal-number-thirteen.html' title='Geography Journal Number Thirteen'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116467023189506520</id><published>2006-11-27T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:26:55.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis - "Marguerita"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/iBRGjHwQfyc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering where I got my name from, here is your&lt;br /&gt;answer. I was Elvis' love interest in the movie "Fun in Acapulco."&lt;br /&gt;He serenaded me with this song. HaHa. Yeah right! I wish! The&lt;br /&gt;real girl he's serenading in the movie is the blond beauty Ursula&lt;br /&gt;Andress. But really, my mom got my name from this movie be-&lt;br /&gt;cause she really liked this song, and the movie, and Elvis. I think&lt;br /&gt;it's cool to have a story behind my name. If you read the summary&lt;br /&gt;about the movie somewhere, I find it quite funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116467023189506520?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116467023189506520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116467023189506520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116467023189506520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116467023189506520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/11/elvis-marguerita.html' title='Elvis - &quot;Marguerita&quot;'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116462630568733963</id><published>2006-11-26T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:17:43.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Full Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>I finally got a decent break from school this&lt;br /&gt;past week. Thanks to Thanksgiving! BUT, I&lt;br /&gt;must say the eating madness started a day&lt;br /&gt;earlier and a couple days longer than I&lt;br /&gt;expected. So, all weekend was all about&lt;br /&gt;extra hours of sleep and over-eating. I am&lt;br /&gt;very thankful for finally gaining back some&lt;br /&gt;of the things that I have been lacking. Just&lt;br /&gt;thinking about these past few days makes&lt;br /&gt;me full. I hope the laziness doesn't stay with&lt;br /&gt;me for the rest of the semester. I won't let&lt;br /&gt;it. Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Day #1 - Pre-Thanksgiving Dinner&lt;br /&gt;So, Bonnie invited me to "the friends'" 2nd year&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving dinner at her house in SF. Thank&lt;br /&gt;you for the invite and taking the time to cook a&lt;br /&gt;scrumptious meal for all of us. It's greatly app-&lt;br /&gt;reciated. The get-together was really fun and&lt;br /&gt;it was a great way to kick off the break. The&lt;br /&gt;food was yum, the random pics were funny,&lt;br /&gt;and Cranium is always a good game to play.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we had a good laugh in the end when&lt;br /&gt;we did icebreakers. Jean's laugh is so contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/675570/IMG_2300-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/314739/IMG_2300-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/393600/IMG_2294-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite pot holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/959384/IMG_2295-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/621477/IMG_2295-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOo...check out those mashed potatoes and salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/548600/IMG_2323-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/404628/IMG_2323-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul trying to open the cider with his teeth and not succeeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/653964/IMG_2340-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/860370/IMG_2340-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy early Birthday Gerald!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/783087/IMG_2352-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/3117/IMG_2352-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/169452/Thanksgiving%202006%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/478898/Thanksgiving%202006%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/772786/Thanksgiving%202006%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/427278/Thanksgiving%202006%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys...if only Es was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/543152/IMG_2364-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/39047/IMG_2364-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All but one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/426667/IMG_2361-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/722922/IMG_2361-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Day #2 - Thanksgiving Day&lt;br /&gt;Went to my uncle's house in the city for our&lt;br /&gt;yearly tradition. Same, usual stuff. We all&lt;br /&gt;eat at random times throughout the whole&lt;br /&gt;day. The kids run around nonstop and pre-&lt;br /&gt;tend they're in some sort of club. The adults&lt;br /&gt;gossip and ask the same questions. "Do you&lt;br /&gt;have a boyfriend?" or "You're really 20 years&lt;br /&gt;old?!" They just want to dig out such oh-so-&lt;br /&gt;interesting information, so that they can&lt;br /&gt;make conversations a little more juicier. I&lt;br /&gt;probably wouldn't say anything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What they don't know makes things a little&lt;br /&gt;more fun and spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More food to check out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/148708/IMG_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/659075/IMG_0656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin got it hard: food coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/941876/IMG_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/167753/IMG_0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load #2 - Boy, do I look excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/177669/IMG_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/444584/IMG_0758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate soo much that night I couldn't sleep! I felt so&lt;br /&gt;bloated my stomach felt like a huge balloon. I&lt;br /&gt;wanted to prick my stomach with a needle, so it&lt;br /&gt;would Kablaam! burst like in cartoons. Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Day #3 - Shopping Day&lt;br /&gt;Was I one of those people who waited in line all night&lt;br /&gt;to get a hold of the cheapness of products? Heell no!&lt;br /&gt;I already hate having to wake up early and I would&lt;br /&gt;just get more grouchy if I were to be surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;raging shoppers fighting over stuff that somehow&lt;br /&gt;became of main importance in their lives. I did go to&lt;br /&gt;the mall later on in the day though. My cousin&lt;br /&gt;wanted her daughter to take pictures at Picture&lt;br /&gt;People for her 3rd birthday. That was a pain in the&lt;br /&gt;ass. After that, my mood just went down the pipes.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice seeing Bonnie working at the picture&lt;br /&gt;place, but she got to see a side of me that she&lt;br /&gt;probably never seen before. HaHa. It was nice&lt;br /&gt;seeing Jon too at the lovely Boudin's. I never&lt;br /&gt;want to take kids shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/214165/IMG_0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/112884/IMG_0775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Day #4 - My niece/god-daughter's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;I got up early today to go to Chuck E. Cheese for&lt;br /&gt;Courtney's birthday shindig. Good thing it was&lt;br /&gt;held earlier in the day 'cause that meant less&lt;br /&gt;kids. I sat at the table most of the time. There&lt;br /&gt;was hecka food! The cake was the best part.&lt;br /&gt;Soo goood! Happy Birthday "Diana Ross!" I&lt;br /&gt;loove yoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night I went to Richard's early&lt;br /&gt;birthday dinner at TGIF. So many birthdays&lt;br /&gt;this week! I had fun. I got to see old friends&lt;br /&gt;who I haven't seen in a long time. I finally&lt;br /&gt;got to meet Rich's girlfriend, which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is still the same. Richard is not a&lt;br /&gt;teen anymore. Happy early Birthday Broham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/308389/IMG_0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/944343/IMG_0785.jpg" 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/34136166-116462630568733963?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116462630568733963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116462630568733963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116462630568733963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116462630568733963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-full-thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='My Full Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116469409202410336</id><published>2006-11-20T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:07:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Twelve</title><content type='html'>In Chapter 16, we learned about erosional&lt;br /&gt;coastal processes and landforms, which&lt;br /&gt;caught my attention because I have&lt;br /&gt;actually been on a wave-cut platform and&lt;br /&gt;I knew exactly what the teacher was&lt;br /&gt;talking about. I climbed up to the top of&lt;br /&gt;the platform and the view was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I also wondered how the structure was&lt;br /&gt;made. It resembled a pyramid with huge&lt;br /&gt;steps. I researched it in the book. A wave-&lt;br /&gt;cut platform happens when wave action&lt;br /&gt;cuts a horizontal bench in the tidal zone&lt;br /&gt;and extends from a sea cliff out into the&lt;br /&gt;sea. Over time, if the relationship between&lt;br /&gt;land and sea level changes, terraces and&lt;br /&gt;multiple platforms form like stairsteps.&lt;br /&gt;It is weird how nature works. The plat-&lt;br /&gt;form that I stood on was in San Diego at La&lt;br /&gt;Jolla Beach. I actually like that beach better&lt;br /&gt;than Ocean Beach in San Francisco. It is&lt;br /&gt;usually too cold to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/507207/64866097-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/709616/64866097-L.jpg" 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/34136166-116469409202410336?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116469409202410336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116469409202410336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116469409202410336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116469409202410336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/11/geography-journal-number-twelve.html' title='Geography Journal Number Twelve'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116467940166887693</id><published>2006-11-19T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T02:01:12.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to the K.F.W class!</title><content type='html'>Activation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Every single one of the K-Dubs crossed.&lt;br /&gt;They are now official Gamma Betans! And...&lt;br /&gt;Aleida and Kari are officially in the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111105812-L.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111105812-L.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.A.S minus Eddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111107050-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111107050-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the original "Chapter Advisor" biznatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111105691-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111105691-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year friends...where's Brenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111107673-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111107673-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Ex-Comm plus Albert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111107444-L.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111107444-L.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banquet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty good. I would of had more fun if&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so tired and somewhat sick. There&lt;br /&gt;was plenty of food. At least our historian&lt;br /&gt;video worked. The whole thing was literally&lt;br /&gt;made last minute. Kudos to Ke'ala and Steven&lt;br /&gt;for their imitation of Paul and I. They were&lt;br /&gt;right on! Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to these two for winning pledge awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111318279-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111318279-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111318218-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111318218-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what my little made me! Loove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111319881-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111319881-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Crazy 88." Paul really looks like his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111319485-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111319485-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look! It's Paul and "Paul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/111322489-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/111322489-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only picture with my mask. It hurts to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0602.jpg" 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/34136166-116467940166887693?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116467940166887693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116467940166887693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116467940166887693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116467940166887693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/11/congrats-to-kfw-class.html' title='Congrats to the K.F.W class!'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116406431189262859</id><published>2006-11-13T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:18:46.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/864073/center_creepy_cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/952006/center_creepy_cave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between caves and caverns?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. They are the same, just different words.&lt;br /&gt;A cavern is just a bigger cave. In the beginning, I&lt;br /&gt;thought there was a difference. I have always&lt;br /&gt;wondered what it would be like to go into a cave.&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely visit one. I have two thoughts&lt;br /&gt;when I hear the word cave or cavern. One is an&lt;br /&gt;episode of "Scooby Doo", my favorite cartoon, and&lt;br /&gt;the other is "GoldenEye N64," my favorite shooting&lt;br /&gt;video game. Usually, I would assume that people&lt;br /&gt;would think about bats first. I just have weird way of&lt;br /&gt;comparing things. I looked up two terms that are&lt;br /&gt;associated with caves. Stalactite, also called a drip-&lt;br /&gt;stone, is a type of mineral that hangs from the ceilings&lt;br /&gt;of limestone caves. Stalagmite is the same, but instead&lt;br /&gt;of hanging from the ceiling, they rise from the grounds&lt;br /&gt;of the limestone caves. Some of them look like icicles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116406431189262859?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116406431189262859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116406431189262859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116406431189262859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116406431189262859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/11/geography-journal-number-eleven.html' title='Geography Journal Number Eleven'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116406433902426018</id><published>2006-11-06T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:32:56.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Ten</title><content type='html'>The lecture that we had today contained topics&lt;br /&gt;that I really wanted to learn about. The mat-&lt;br /&gt;erial that the teacher covered in class involved&lt;br /&gt;earthquakes and volcanoes. Sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;about earthquakes and how overdue we are for&lt;br /&gt;one. At least that is what I heard. I get worried&lt;br /&gt;about the outcome of an earthquake. I also think&lt;br /&gt;about the strength of an expected earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;Will it be worse than the Loma Prieta in 1989?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope not. I barely remember what&lt;br /&gt;happened during that earthquake. I was only 3&lt;br /&gt;years old at the time. The only thing that I can&lt;br /&gt;recall was that there was a blackout. I do not&lt;br /&gt;even think that our apartment complex got&lt;br /&gt;destroyed. My mind goes crazy sometimes and&lt;br /&gt;I start thinking about an earthquake hitting right&lt;br /&gt;at that moment. I scare myself sometimes. Also,&lt;br /&gt;when we were learning about Mount St. Helens,&lt;br /&gt;I got excited because I did a report about it in&lt;br /&gt;junior high, so I knew some facts about it. The&lt;br /&gt;picture I drew of the volcano is what I remember&lt;br /&gt;most about the report. It is a little similar to the&lt;br /&gt;picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/556375/fig22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/35925/fig22.png" 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/34136166-116406433902426018?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116406433902426018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116406433902426018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116406433902426018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116406433902426018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/11/geography-journal-number-ten.html' title='Geography Journal Number Ten'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116272723630670969</id><published>2006-11-05T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T06:23:11.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse - "Starlight"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/GqBS2HllSss" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song that I am currently and continuously listening&lt;br /&gt;to at the moment. I just can't stop listening to it and I hate that&lt;br /&gt;because that means I'm going to get tired of the song quicker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want that, but I think this will be one of those songs that I&lt;br /&gt;will never get tired of. What can I say about it? Somehow the song&lt;br /&gt;just makes me happy. I envision being in the comfort of my home-&lt;br /&gt;town and watching the bright sun rise at dawn while this song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;plays. Corny, I know, but really...this is what comes to mind first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It also brings me back to when I was a kid for some reason. I don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;know. It's a great song! His voice reminds me of the lasting power &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of Bono's echoing intonation combined with Thom Yorke's haunt-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ing/mesmerizing style. I like. Now, listen and enjoy the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the "Halloween" movie theme song. It's torture&lt;br /&gt;for my imagination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116272723630670969?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116272723630670969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116272723630670969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116272723630670969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116272723630670969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/11/muse-starlight.html' title='Muse - &quot;Starlight&quot;'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116228992972579051</id><published>2006-10-31T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T03:38:46.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween Folks!</title><content type='html'>Don't have &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; much fun. I hope&lt;br /&gt;everyone has a safe day. Remember...&lt;br /&gt;don't eat &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; much candy either! It's bad&lt;br /&gt;for you, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/drunk_pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/drunk_pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I've been feeling so far this week.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, help me &lt;em&gt;survive&lt;/em&gt;. When kids are out and&lt;br /&gt;about excited about their &lt;em&gt;costumes&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;candy&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sitting here studying &lt;em&gt;bones&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;blood&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;respir-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ation&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;urine&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;health&lt;/em&gt;. Sounds like everything&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;em&gt;victim&lt;/em&gt; may lose in a &lt;em&gt;horror&lt;/em&gt; flick aye? My day&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt; enough. I'm going to &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; this midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessive consumption of &lt;em&gt;Halloween&lt;/em&gt; candy makes&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;em&gt;ill&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously. I feel like I got &lt;em&gt;bashed&lt;/em&gt; in the head&lt;br /&gt;and now I feel &lt;em&gt;malicious&lt;/em&gt;ly crappy. &lt;strong&gt;Boo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116228992972579051?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116228992972579051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116228992972579051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116228992972579051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116228992972579051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween-folks.html' title='Happy Halloween Folks!'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116286256375788142</id><published>2006-10-30T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:23:18.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Nine</title><content type='html'>After the midterm that we took today, we watched&lt;br /&gt;a movie that introduced what we will be learning about&lt;br /&gt;in the second half of the semester. The movie focused&lt;br /&gt;more about geology, which I realized is a lot more inter-&lt;br /&gt;esting after watching the movie. I think the main thing&lt;br /&gt;I knew about geology is that it is the study of rocks. The&lt;br /&gt;subject covers more than that. The movie talks about&lt;br /&gt;the different layers in the earth's core. There are four&lt;br /&gt;layers: the inner core, outer core, mantle, and crust.&lt;br /&gt;The movie also talks about how mountains and canyons&lt;br /&gt;are formed. I was more interested in learning about why&lt;br /&gt;volcanoes and eathquakes occur. The animation in the&lt;br /&gt;movie captured my attention. I think I would have a lot&lt;br /&gt;more fun learning about the different topics of geology.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of pictures that I can use from previous&lt;br /&gt;road trips as well, which should be very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/170854/Innerstrata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/652717/Innerstrata.jpg" 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/34136166-116286256375788142?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116286256375788142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116286256375788142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116286256375788142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116286256375788142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/geography-journal-number-nine.html' title='Geography Journal Number Nine'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116227896501649153</id><published>2006-10-23T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:44:16.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/141217/John%20farley%20visit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/157597/John%2520farley%2520visit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day because we had&lt;br /&gt;a guest speaker come in to talk about weather.&lt;br /&gt;He is meteorologist John Farley from NBC. His&lt;br /&gt;presentation was quite entertaining. It seemed&lt;br /&gt;all natural to him like he has done plenty of&lt;br /&gt;presentations before. I like how he had a sense&lt;br /&gt;of humor while talking about a subject that many&lt;br /&gt;people just do not know much about.  I actually&lt;br /&gt;got a better sense of what meteorology is all&lt;br /&gt;about.  I have a friend who is majoring in meteor-&lt;br /&gt;ology that came to the presentation as well, and&lt;br /&gt;I understand what she is feeling now.  She always&lt;br /&gt;said that people did not get why she was so inter-&lt;br /&gt;ested in meteorology. It really is interesting and&lt;br /&gt;she is thankful that some people actually see that&lt;br /&gt;now. I thought it was funny when John was men-&lt;br /&gt;tioning that meteorologists are 85% accurate in a&lt;br /&gt;short-term forecast. He said he was 90%. Funny&lt;br /&gt;man! I have not seen him on t.v. yet. I am just&lt;br /&gt;curious about what he is like in front of the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116227896501649153?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116227896501649153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116227896501649153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116227896501649153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116227896501649153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/geography-journal-number-eight.html' title='Geography Journal Number Eight'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116107671640245408</id><published>2006-10-17T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:08:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little venting...</title><content type='html'>It's late and all I can think about is&lt;br /&gt;how this week sucks. It only started&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. Too much going on in my&lt;br /&gt;head. I hate worrying about things.&lt;br /&gt;Makes my weird side come out. It's&lt;br /&gt;like I really wish I was in a shell that&lt;br /&gt;could block away everything around&lt;br /&gt;me. So then my mind makes me go&lt;br /&gt;crazy with all the worries and&lt;br /&gt;thoughts that run forever. I don't&lt;br /&gt;even know why I do this to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking too much. A lot of the time,&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsatisfied. Like with my paper&lt;br /&gt;for Geography. I hope I don't screw&lt;br /&gt;up my next project this week. So so so&lt;br /&gt;much to do. Let me take this moment&lt;br /&gt;to say the week sucks. Open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and process it more. It will be over in&lt;br /&gt;no time. Still, the cycle never ends.&lt;br /&gt;Time to embrace my precious break:&lt;br /&gt;sleep. In six hours, it will be another&lt;br /&gt;slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote this so that my hair could&lt;br /&gt;dry. But seriously, this week sucks ass!&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like socializing. I'll be inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116107671640245408?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116107671640245408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116107671640245408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116107671640245408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116107671640245408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-venting.html' title='A little venting...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116172529217311232</id><published>2006-10-16T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:22:24.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Seven</title><content type='html'>I just read an article online about a big hail-&lt;br /&gt;storm that took place in Armidale, New&lt;br /&gt;South Wales. I have never heard of any-&lt;br /&gt;thing like it before learning about the&lt;br /&gt;subject in class and reading about one of the&lt;br /&gt;occurances. I have seen a strong hailstorm&lt;br /&gt;before, but the hailstones were probably as&lt;br /&gt;big as pearls. The story that I read contain-&lt;br /&gt;ed hailstones close to the size of baseballs.&lt;br /&gt;This hailstorm took place on September 29,&lt;br /&gt;1996 at approximately 3:30 p.m. In a short&lt;br /&gt;period of time, the storm got stronger and&lt;br /&gt;more violent. Bigger pieces of hailstones&lt;br /&gt;were falling from the sky, breaking car win-&lt;br /&gt;dows and t.v. satellites, and even tree bran-&lt;br /&gt;ches. It seemed like an intense storm that&lt;br /&gt;may have been a disturbance to people in&lt;br /&gt;houses. It probably sounded like other&lt;br /&gt;people were throwing objects at the house.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that 80% of the buildings and&lt;br /&gt;about 3000 cars were destroyed. The da-&lt;br /&gt;mages were not too severe, however. It did&lt;br /&gt;take around 200 million dollars to repair. &lt;br /&gt;For a person standing outside, it must feel&lt;br /&gt;like people are throwing snowballs at him/&lt;br /&gt;her, which can hurt.  Fortunately, no one&lt;br /&gt;died during this hailstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/314347/0929zz08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/566281/0929zz08.jpg" 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/34136166-116172529217311232?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116172529217311232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116172529217311232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116172529217311232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116172529217311232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/geography-journal-number-seven.html' title='Geography Journal Number Seven'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116088594514112339</id><published>2006-10-14T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:03:33.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Status</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to the Campus&lt;br /&gt;Movie Festival with some old&lt;br /&gt;friends. It was good times re-&lt;br /&gt;uniting and connecting. They&lt;br /&gt;all seemed excited to go to the&lt;br /&gt;event. I went to support the&lt;br /&gt;makers of some of the films that&lt;br /&gt;were especially made for the&lt;br /&gt;CMF. There were four groups&lt;br /&gt;that I knew who were part of it.&lt;br /&gt;One group was Jen W., Mike, Paul,&lt;br /&gt;and Theo. Another was James and&lt;br /&gt;his crew. Then, there was Caroline&lt;br /&gt;and her crew. And, there was David&lt;br /&gt;John and his posse. I think all four&lt;br /&gt;groups did a pretty good job on their&lt;br /&gt;films. I have my opinions on them,&lt;br /&gt;as well as the others films I have&lt;br /&gt;seen, but I would rather be asked&lt;br /&gt;about it than jot them down here. I&lt;br /&gt;was pretty amazed with some of the&lt;br /&gt;films they showed in terms of quality&lt;br /&gt;and effects. Margaret Cho should of&lt;br /&gt;had more onstage time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time watching the show&lt;br /&gt;with old buddies. My friend, Richard,&lt;br /&gt;liked this one film in particular because&lt;br /&gt;he was diggin' the music. He had so&lt;br /&gt;much compassion for two slow songs.&lt;br /&gt;What a softie! Anyhow, I think we had a&lt;br /&gt;little too much fun after it ended. Check&lt;br /&gt;it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson High Kids: Perik, Me, Rich, and Alvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceana High Kids: Bonnie, Tiff, Jean, Paul, and Lalaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shots from the CMF Red Carpet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Stylish, Golden Couple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Designer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Heiress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Stressed Director"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;strong&gt;New&lt;/strong&gt; Charlie's Angels"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Starstruck Bystander"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Up-and-Coming Duo" Bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all celebrities now. That was&lt;br /&gt;simply amazing. After, we all headed&lt;br /&gt;to the Cheesecake Factory. Yes, this&lt;br /&gt;was the second night in a row. Can't&lt;br /&gt;get enough of it. It was a special occ-&lt;br /&gt;asion after all. No cheesecake this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116088594514112339?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116088594514112339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116088594514112339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116088594514112339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116088594514112339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/celebrity-status.html' title='Celebrity Status'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116087571906764604</id><published>2006-10-14T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:26:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photos</title><content type='html'>Here's some shots that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;to share from this past week.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bowling Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Leema and kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/Bowling%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/Bowling%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pledges got our sign down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/Bowling%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/Bowling%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trustworthy Family Dinner @ Cheesecake Factory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line Pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/Cheesecake%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/Cheesecake%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/Cheesecake%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/Cheesecake%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/Cheesecake%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/Cheesecake%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/Cheesecake%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/Cheesecake%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.A.S kids (missing Anisha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/Cheesecake%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/Cheesecake%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/Cheesecake%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/Cheesecake%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner had a good turnout for a plan made&lt;br /&gt;last minute, which was Mike's nice idea. It was&lt;br /&gt;entertaining and yummy. It's always hard to&lt;br /&gt;communicate with a big group at a table. I think&lt;br /&gt;everyone had a good time though. I hope Aleida&lt;br /&gt;and Kari had a nice experience at their first&lt;br /&gt;family dinner. I had things to think and worry&lt;br /&gt;about, but the get-together helped me forget for&lt;br /&gt;a little bit. My cheesecake was delish as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116087571906764604?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116087571906764604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116087571906764604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116087571906764604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116087571906764604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-photos.html' title='Family Photos'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116102884822309309</id><published>2006-10-09T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:15:01.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Six</title><content type='html'>Chapter 7 has an interesting section about&lt;br /&gt;different types of clouds and fog. I did not&lt;br /&gt;even know that there were different kinds.&lt;br /&gt;People can categorize certain types of clouds&lt;br /&gt;by observing their appearances. These types&lt;br /&gt;of clouds include stratus, cirrus, and cumulus&lt;br /&gt;(which has a shape). The height of a cloud can&lt;br /&gt;also be determined and categorized. These&lt;br /&gt;clouds are called cirro and alto. Nimbus clouds&lt;br /&gt;are clouds that bear rain. I like altocumulus&lt;br /&gt;clouds because they have a fish-bone shape.&lt;br /&gt;I also like cumulus clouds because they are&lt;br /&gt;puffy and remind me of pillows. I am not fond&lt;br /&gt;of cumulonimbus clouds, however, because I&lt;br /&gt;get scared of lightning and thunder. In terms&lt;br /&gt;of fog, I am used to foggy weather because I&lt;br /&gt;used to live in Daly City, which is known for its&lt;br /&gt;never-ending foggy weather. I cannot imagine&lt;br /&gt;what it would be like to experience the "Tule&lt;br /&gt;Fog." I bet it is really scary and obviously dan-&lt;br /&gt;gerous. I picture myself sitting in the back of&lt;br /&gt;a car with my hand over my eyes like I am&lt;br /&gt;watching a horror movie, but instead, it is be-&lt;br /&gt;cause the car is driving through thick fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/775642/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/492783/lightning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/45635/2003_0005_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/712597/2003_0005_29.jpg" 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/34136166-116102884822309309?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116102884822309309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116102884822309309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116102884822309309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116102884822309309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/geography-journal-number-six.html' title='Geography Journal Number Six'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116037603491588385</id><published>2006-10-08T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:02:33.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to drop.</title><content type='html'>Have not slept yet. Yet, I'm&lt;br /&gt;still online doing this. Oy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service #1 - Running on no sleep. Yes, applies to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0287.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0287.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we feel in the early morning. I almost fell asleep standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0306.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0306.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired she couldn't stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service #2 - A little more energized. This is my soccer buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0347.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0347.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Lil sister" Vannie. The kids really thought she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0342.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0346.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0346.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the day wasn't over after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of this blog? This is what happened&lt;br /&gt;when both Big and Lil went through a whole, busy day&lt;br /&gt;experiencing sleep deprivation. We survived it all.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are ready to rest now. Good night! &lt;em&gt;Thud&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116037603491588385?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116037603491588385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116037603491588385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116037603491588385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116037603491588385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/ready-to-drop_08.html' title='Ready to drop.'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116037258905384119</id><published>2006-10-08T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:52:37.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly a year ago...</title><content type='html'>I found out who my Big was.&lt;br /&gt;I have known Tiffany Ma for&lt;br /&gt;a whole year now. I feel like&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for many.&lt;br /&gt;She's amazing! I &lt;3 you Biggits!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everytang. (Don't&lt;br /&gt;worry, you'll get your late present.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BSR Fall 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/40397794-M.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/40397794-M.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy Bigs and Littles - Gas Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/40398147-M.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/40398147-M.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BSR Fall 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big and Lil - Happy One Year Sistah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0237.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0237.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.F.W Class Littles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/100797123-L.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/100797123-L.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Dubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/100797794-L.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/100797794-L.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun at BSR. Wish more&lt;br /&gt;people came out though. Oh&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm in the best family! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116037258905384119?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116037258905384119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116037258905384119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116037258905384119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116037258905384119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/exactly-year-ago_08.html' title='Exactly a year ago...'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115999669390306763</id><published>2006-10-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:19:49.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Arteest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/mike_artist.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/400/mike_artist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mike the Artist" is what this photo is called.&lt;br /&gt;He really was an artist! Check out that stance.&lt;br /&gt;He's in character. He looks like he's posing&lt;br /&gt;for a calendar photo shoot for November.&lt;br /&gt;This gorilla is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115999669390306763?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115999669390306763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115999669390306763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115999669390306763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115999669390306763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/mr-arteest.html' title='Mr. Arteest'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115995306792349230</id><published>2006-10-04T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:22:46.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorilla Art</title><content type='html'>So, Tiff was telling me about some&lt;br /&gt;of the speeches that she was&lt;br /&gt;listening to in her class. One of&lt;br /&gt;them was about these two gorillas,&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Koko, who painted their&lt;br /&gt;own interpretations of certain things&lt;br /&gt;in life. I wanted to see the paintings, so&lt;br /&gt;I looked them up and learned. You see,&lt;br /&gt;Michael had a serious passion for art&lt;br /&gt;and his paintings. Koko only painted for&lt;br /&gt;fun. Apparently, Michael was pretty&lt;br /&gt;good at describing emotions, memories,&lt;br /&gt;and lies through sign language. This&lt;br /&gt;probably contributed to the specific&lt;br /&gt;meanings of his artwork. Some human&lt;br /&gt;artists were actually envious of the art-&lt;br /&gt;work because of the credibility the&lt;br /&gt;pieces have earned. The art was "pure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/anger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anger" by Michael&lt;br /&gt;What he thought and painted of this emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/k_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/k_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love" by Koko&lt;br /&gt;Her flavor of love. She knew this one pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/dinosaur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/dinosaur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dinosaur" by Michael&lt;br /&gt;He used his favorite T-Rex toy&lt;br /&gt;to help himself out with this one.&lt;br /&gt;He used the toy to get the scales&lt;br /&gt;effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/stink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/stink.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stink Gorilla More" by Michael&lt;br /&gt;A bouquet of flowers. "Stink"&lt;br /&gt;meant flower or the odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apple Chase" by Michael&lt;br /&gt;My favorite. It's the most accurate&lt;br /&gt;one obviously and he did it from&lt;br /&gt;memory. He must have really&lt;br /&gt;adored his dog, Apple, whom he&lt;br /&gt;loved to chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no life in the wee hours of&lt;br /&gt;the night when I really should just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep just yet no. I'm watching a&lt;br /&gt;"Miami Ink" marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115995306792349230?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115995306792349230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115995306792349230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115995306792349230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115995306792349230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/gorilla-art.html' title='Gorilla Art'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-116046297512522808</id><published>2006-10-02T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:38:32.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/592598/GarlicBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/985149/GarlicBoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do garlic and early morning have in common?&lt;br /&gt;Not breakfast. The aroma of garlic can be smelled&lt;br /&gt;during the coolest time in the morning. I did not&lt;br /&gt;know that until it was mentioned. One day after&lt;br /&gt;that, though, I definitely smelled it and it was really&lt;br /&gt;clear. When I think back, I realized that I would&lt;br /&gt;smell food outside sometimes. I just thought that&lt;br /&gt;people were cooking delicious breakfast. Gilroy&lt;br /&gt;apparently processes garlic now. The wind coming&lt;br /&gt;from the northwest is supposedly very strong, so&lt;br /&gt;that is why the strong scent of garlic is carried in&lt;br /&gt;the air, and it can be smelled in certain areas.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anybody else notices the early morn-&lt;br /&gt;ing scent. Speaking of garlic in Gilroy, I have been&lt;br /&gt;to the Garlic Festival twice. I really like eating the&lt;br /&gt;garlic popcorn. I have never tried the garlic ice&lt;br /&gt;cream that everyone seems to talk about. I should&lt;br /&gt;one day, especially since the festival always takes&lt;br /&gt;place in super hot weather. The heat makes it hard&lt;br /&gt;to have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-116046297512522808?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/116046297512522808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=116046297512522808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116046297512522808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/116046297512522808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/10/geography-journal-number-five.html' title='Geography Journal Number Five'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115967813319615159</id><published>2006-09-30T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:21:53.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.R.P. Kids</title><content type='html'>This past week sucked. Tired. Yester-&lt;br /&gt;day was a day that I looked forward to&lt;br /&gt;though. Two of my middle school&lt;br /&gt;friends, Perik and Brandon came down&lt;br /&gt;to visit. I really didn't think they were&lt;br /&gt;serious about it. The other three guys&lt;br /&gt;didn't show up, but that's okay. I have&lt;br /&gt;known these two since sixth grade. I&lt;br /&gt;haven't seen Brandon in five years.&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird, but so nice to see him&lt;br /&gt;again. He goes to Santa Clara Univer-&lt;br /&gt;sity and is going to graduate next year.&lt;br /&gt;That's what he said. Perik, on the other&lt;br /&gt;hand, is a working man. He works at a&lt;br /&gt;company called "Nice Collective" in S.F.&lt;br /&gt;He works as a fashion designer/graphic&lt;br /&gt;designer. Wow! He says that he's their&lt;br /&gt;bitch over there. Good for him. His&lt;br /&gt;dream is to work in New York for Marc&lt;br /&gt;Jacobs. I can see that happening.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon wants to work at New York&lt;br /&gt;Life Insurance. High ambitions these&lt;br /&gt;two have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun time hanging out. It was a&lt;br /&gt;good way to end all the stress. Well,&lt;br /&gt;most of it anyway. We ate at Miyake,&lt;br /&gt;had a crazy journey searching for&lt;br /&gt;dessert and "Take on Me" by Ah-ha&lt;br /&gt;on Perik's CDs, picked up dessert at&lt;br /&gt;Santana Row, and came back to our&lt;br /&gt;apartment and engaged in a photo&lt;br /&gt;shoot. Those two are super and so full&lt;br /&gt;of energy. I missed them, even if I&lt;br /&gt;went to high school with Perik. Those&lt;br /&gt;boys are good friends. Thanks for&lt;br /&gt;coming dudes! Thanks Perik for driving&lt;br /&gt;too! I'm looking forward to more hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "deciding what to order" face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing "Six Degrees"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with this picture? Perik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good one. Brandon and us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue...like someone's expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, when are we going to hang out again?"&lt;br /&gt;they ask. I don't know, you guys tell us.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Brandoc, we need to go photo&lt;br /&gt;shooting one day! He said we would. Oh,&lt;br /&gt;he also said that I changed a little bit. It&lt;br /&gt;must be the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115967813319615159?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115967813319615159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115967813319615159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115967813319615159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115967813319615159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/trp-kids.html' title='T.R.P. Kids'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115983278703378096</id><published>2006-09-25T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:51:23.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Four</title><content type='html'>During this week's lecture, one of the topics&lt;br /&gt;that I found interesting was about land-&lt;br /&gt;water heating differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/401239/93111325-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/811437/93111325-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/968459/water-life-800-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/1600/411168/65154381-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6302/3757/320/620962/65154381-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main difference that I learned is that land&lt;br /&gt;warms and cools faster while water warms and&lt;br /&gt;cools slower. I was so interested in the facts&lt;br /&gt;and the diagram of the topic, that I took more&lt;br /&gt;notes about it during the lecture. I learned&lt;br /&gt;that water will evaporate when it is heated.&lt;br /&gt;According to the book, it states that "84% of&lt;br /&gt;all evaporation on Earth is from the oceans."&lt;br /&gt;Water is also transparent and light can shine&lt;br /&gt;through it in a depth of 200 feet. Solid ground&lt;br /&gt;is obviously not transparent. Water has a spe-&lt;br /&gt;cific heat, which refers to the amount of energy&lt;br /&gt;it takes to heat an item, compared to land.&lt;br /&gt;Water has movement as well. It is capable for&lt;br /&gt;water to mix, such as surface and deep currents.&lt;br /&gt;Land is solid. In terms of marine vs. continental&lt;br /&gt;effects, water heats up slower than sand even&lt;br /&gt;when there are equal amounts. Although most&lt;br /&gt;of these comparisons are common sense, I was&lt;br /&gt;still interested in learning about them. When I&lt;br /&gt;think of the deep ocean, I think of how scared I&lt;br /&gt;am of water. I think it is because I almost drowned&lt;br /&gt;when I was younger, and that caused me to be&lt;br /&gt;traumatized for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115983278703378096?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115983278703378096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115983278703378096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115983278703378096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115983278703378096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/geography-journal-number-four.html' title='Geography Journal Number Four'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115906047530374719</id><published>2006-09-23T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:25:55.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Glory's New Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0064.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0064.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Look. The CD's personalized)&lt;br /&gt;The album just came out this past Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;The style is a lot different from their prev-&lt;br /&gt;ious albums. I like to call this new one their&lt;br /&gt;"settling down" album. A good amount of&lt;br /&gt;the songs talk about relationships and their&lt;br /&gt;sound has really toned down. In their older&lt;br /&gt;songs, their song topics were more of a var-&lt;br /&gt;iety and contained high energy riffs and&lt;br /&gt;beats. Now, you can really tell that they're&lt;br /&gt;starting to hit the reality of being in long-&lt;br /&gt;term relationships and building families.&lt;br /&gt;The singer is also singing to his fullest&lt;br /&gt;ability. They did say that this album is the&lt;br /&gt;sound that they have been wanting and are&lt;br /&gt;fully satisified with it. This album was re-&lt;br /&gt;corded in the same house where Incubus&lt;br /&gt;recorded their "Morning View" album. Now&lt;br /&gt;this album was also the album that changed&lt;br /&gt;Incubus' eccentric style of music. They too&lt;br /&gt;became a little mellow after recording in&lt;br /&gt;that house. Must be some kind of paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to get used to NFG's CD.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a big difference that I kinda can't&lt;br /&gt;believe that it's them. I'm not saying that I&lt;br /&gt;don't like it. I just need to adjust to it. I'm&lt;br /&gt;just going to keep listening to it for a couple&lt;br /&gt;of days or so. Meeting them again brought&lt;br /&gt;back great memories. I love this band! I&lt;br /&gt;want to see them in concert again. Oh...&lt;br /&gt;and no they're not a Christian rock band.&lt;br /&gt;They're punk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115906047530374719?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115906047530374719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115906047530374719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115906047530374719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115906047530374719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-found-glorys-new-album.html' title='New Found Glory&apos;s New Album'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115905194581490397</id><published>2006-09-23T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:51:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Good Ol' Days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Lalaine and I went to&lt;br /&gt;see New Found Glory at Tower&lt;br /&gt;Records in Mountain View. They&lt;br /&gt;were doing a signing over there&lt;br /&gt;and we figured we would go&lt;br /&gt;since it was so simple to meet&lt;br /&gt;them. It was a wait in line until&lt;br /&gt;you get to the table to meet them&lt;br /&gt;kind of deal. In the beginning, we&lt;br /&gt;weren't that excited because we&lt;br /&gt;knew that it was just going to go&lt;br /&gt;by and we weren't going to say&lt;br /&gt;anything to them. Like what the&lt;br /&gt;heck do you say to people that&lt;br /&gt;you don't really know? Sure,&lt;br /&gt;they're in a band and there&lt;br /&gt;could be plenty of questions you&lt;br /&gt;can ask about their new album&lt;br /&gt;or something. Still, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you feel weird for asking such&lt;br /&gt;questions. NFG's a well-known&lt;br /&gt;band, but they're really easy-&lt;br /&gt;going and approachable. What&lt;br /&gt;I like most about them is that&lt;br /&gt;they're just like their fans. They&lt;br /&gt;come out to hang out with them&lt;br /&gt;after shows. One of the nicest&lt;br /&gt;group of fellas in their industry.&lt;br /&gt;Their sense of humor is also a&lt;br /&gt;plus in my book. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Lalaine and I were&lt;br /&gt;looking for the place, we got&lt;br /&gt;so lost that Lalaine was start-&lt;br /&gt;ing to get a little road rage&lt;br /&gt;out. It turned out that the&lt;br /&gt;Tower Records was so much&lt;br /&gt;closer to the beginning of the&lt;br /&gt;last road we turned on than&lt;br /&gt;where we ended up. The funny&lt;br /&gt;thing was that it also ended up&lt;br /&gt;being at the same area as the&lt;br /&gt;place I was making comments&lt;br /&gt;about. There was a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;named "La Salsa" and I kept&lt;br /&gt;saying the name in weird ways,&lt;br /&gt;so Lalaine and I kept laughing&lt;br /&gt;as we passed through it. So, I'm&lt;br /&gt;blaming "La Salsa" for distract-&lt;br /&gt;ing us. Haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the band was an okay&lt;br /&gt;experience. It was just like I&lt;br /&gt;expected it to be. It was quick&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't even really say&lt;br /&gt;much. There was this fool who&lt;br /&gt;hecka cut me right when we&lt;br /&gt;were at the table though. I&lt;br /&gt;was pissed because he talked&lt;br /&gt;so much that he stole my&lt;br /&gt;thunder. All of the guys were&lt;br /&gt;paying attention to him and&lt;br /&gt;I was just there standing next&lt;br /&gt;to him waiting for them to sign&lt;br /&gt;my CD. I really wanted to tell&lt;br /&gt;him to shut up, but I didn't&lt;br /&gt;have the guts to do it. He&lt;br /&gt;ruined my moment. Lalaine&lt;br /&gt;had better times. She took&lt;br /&gt;pictures of and with them.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, and they even said her&lt;br /&gt;name right, which is a big&lt;br /&gt;thing to her. I'm not deva-&lt;br /&gt;stated or anything. At least&lt;br /&gt;I accomplished one thing: I&lt;br /&gt;made Chad (guitarist) laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Points for me! It's a big&lt;br /&gt;deal because their humor is&lt;br /&gt;so outrageous, I didn't think&lt;br /&gt;I could be a person to set off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; haha's. Overall, it was fun&lt;br /&gt;seeing and meeting NFG again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/PICT1073.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/PICT1073.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messin' around in line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalaine looks so happy. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/PICT1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/PICT1077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...and the guy who kept yappin' away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/PICT1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/PICT1079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/PICT1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/PICT1080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalaine and Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/PICT1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/PICT1081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we got lost. I look really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/IMG_0053.jpg" 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/34136166-115905194581490397?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115905194581490397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115905194581490397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115905194581490397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115905194581490397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-good-ol-days.html' title='Like the Good Ol&apos; Days'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115870517802237107</id><published>2006-09-19T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:34:34.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it...with attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Break it, so I can sue you!" - Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115870517802237107?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115870517802237107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115870517802237107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115870517802237107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115870517802237107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/say-itwith-attitude.html' title='Say it...with attitude'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115923107959833655</id><published>2006-09-18T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:57:39.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting topic that I learned&lt;br /&gt;about last week was about Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Kittinger and his participation in&lt;br /&gt;Project Excelsior. I was so amused&lt;br /&gt;with the brief story of his excursion&lt;br /&gt;that I wanted to do a little more research&lt;br /&gt;on it. Kittinger did the project with the&lt;br /&gt;ambition to determine the issues of high&lt;br /&gt;altitude bailout. Apparently, he took&lt;br /&gt;several of these high altitude flights with a&lt;br /&gt;high altitude balloon and open gondola. His&lt;br /&gt;record-breaking flight occured on August&lt;br /&gt;16, 1960, since he did reach an altitude of&lt;br /&gt;102,800 feet, and the highest parachute jump.&lt;br /&gt;His record fall lasted four minutes and&lt;br /&gt;thirty-six seconds. His parachute opened&lt;br /&gt;when he was at about 14,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he landed eight minutes after that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is what I call intense skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;He was ultimately brave for doing all of&lt;br /&gt;these high altitude projects. I can barely&lt;br /&gt;stand being in airplane altitudes and he&lt;br /&gt;flew much higher than that. I give him&lt;br /&gt;much appreciation for his courage. I&lt;br /&gt;found out that Joseph Kittinger is still&lt;br /&gt;alive and flying. It is obvious that he has&lt;br /&gt;a huge passion for it. If I were to inter-&lt;br /&gt;view him, I would ask him what his&lt;br /&gt;secret is. I know I am terrified of flying&lt;br /&gt;and I just want to know what he feels&lt;br /&gt;about it. I also want to know more in&lt;br /&gt;depth about what he felt during the&lt;br /&gt;whole experience of the project,&lt;br /&gt;physically and emotionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115923107959833655?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115923107959833655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115923107959833655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115923107959833655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115923107959833655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/geography-journal-number-three.html' title='Geography Journal Number Three'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115856364270380838</id><published>2006-09-17T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:14:02.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment I have been waiting for...for weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/B0007TJ5AK.01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/200/B0007TJ5AK.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! My camera finally came in after weeks&lt;br /&gt;and weeks of miscommunications and emails.&lt;br /&gt;I had to re-order it and now it's next to me&lt;br /&gt;on my couch as I write this. I played with it&lt;br /&gt;for a little bit after I took it out of our package&lt;br /&gt;mailbox. It's exciting to have, but everyone&lt;br /&gt;else is probably used to having a camera. Hey,&lt;br /&gt;gimme some time. It's just like all new things&lt;br /&gt;you want and get, it's exciting to have in the&lt;br /&gt;beginning and you get used to it until you get&lt;br /&gt;something else. This is the current object of&lt;br /&gt;my affection. Something to play with every-&lt;br /&gt;day, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115856364270380838?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115856364270380838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115856364270380838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115856364270380838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115856364270380838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/moment-i-have-been-waiting-forfor.html' title='The moment I have been waiting for...for weeks'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115809808204644738</id><published>2006-09-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:38:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want, may I ask?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/burglar.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/burglar.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/burglar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/burglar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, two nights ago was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scary night. Lalaine, Tiffany, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I were all doing our own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things out in our living room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when out of nowhere some-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one knocked on our door. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was almost 1AM! &lt;em&gt;Who the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heck&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;would that be?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Normally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if people were to come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they would call first or some-&lt;br /&gt;thing. The knocking was so&lt;br /&gt;gentle, it would of been im-&lt;br /&gt;possible for anyone to hear&lt;br /&gt;in any other room. Both&lt;br /&gt;Lalaine and Tiffany looked&lt;br /&gt;through the peep hole (I'm&lt;br /&gt;too short to even try) and&lt;br /&gt;saw someone they did not know at&lt;br /&gt;all. Supposedly he was a guy with a&lt;br /&gt;gray shirt, a mustache, and some-&lt;br /&gt;thing to drink. At one point, he tried&lt;br /&gt;turning the knob as if he would have&lt;br /&gt;easy access to get inside. &lt;em&gt;What the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heck was he thinking? &lt;/em&gt;He kept&lt;br /&gt;making the same attempts during&lt;br /&gt;different time periods within the hour.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided to all go into the&lt;br /&gt;bedroom, so we can shut off all the&lt;br /&gt;lights to shoo him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2AM was approaching and I was ready to&lt;br /&gt;call it a night. I layed in bed and once again&lt;br /&gt;heard the footsteps nearing the front&lt;br /&gt;door. The knob on the door was trying&lt;br /&gt;to get opened again. Now that really&lt;br /&gt;scared me because it didn't make any&lt;br /&gt;sense why this person kept doing that.&lt;br /&gt;If he really wanted to get someone's&lt;br /&gt;attention, he would have knocked&lt;br /&gt;boisterously or something. I scared the&lt;br /&gt;other girls when I came into their room&lt;br /&gt;to tell them that he was back. Apparently,&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't giving up. I looked through the&lt;br /&gt;crack of the curtains and I saw him, sitting&lt;br /&gt;at the top of the stairs. &lt;em&gt;What did he really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;want? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us were standing in front&lt;br /&gt;of the closed-curtain window in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we all saw his shadow move toward&lt;br /&gt;the door. He moved the knob again. His&lt;br /&gt;actions were way too suspicious, so Lalaine&lt;br /&gt;ended up calling the cops. I stood there with&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany's huge new pan in my hands just in&lt;br /&gt;case. The guy disappeared when the cops&lt;br /&gt;came. The two of them knocked on our door&lt;br /&gt;and asked us questions. "Why did you wait&lt;br /&gt;an hour to call us?" one of them asked. We&lt;br /&gt;just thought he would go away since we&lt;br /&gt;never responded to his knocking. The whole&lt;br /&gt;thing was weird. I hope he doesn't come back.&lt;br /&gt;We have already planned our defense strategies.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps "Home Alone" serves as inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115809808204644738?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115809808204644738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115809808204644738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115809808204644738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115809808204644738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-do-you-want-may-i-ask.html' title='What do you want, may I ask?'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115862706543160900</id><published>2006-09-11T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:54:12.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week's lecture had some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty interesting topics that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to share in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;entry. Most of the inform-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ation was about what a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;typical globe or map of our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;world looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like and how to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;read the features on it. Some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of the features include: latit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ude, longitude, great circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and small circles, and prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meridian and standard time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Latitude measures north and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;south and a ladder can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;used as an analogy I suppose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to remember the direction it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;measures. Then, longitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;measures east and west and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are not equidistant. Another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interesting fact is that there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will be a new law next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in which daylight savings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will start a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;earlier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=84+Godeus+St.+San+Francisco+CA&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;z=19&amp;ll=37.742621,-122.421126&amp;amp;spn=0.000899,0.002076&amp;t=h&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;http://www.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=84+Godeus+St.+San+Francisco+CA&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;z=19&amp;ll=37.742621,-122.421126&amp;amp;spn=0.000899,0.002076&amp;t=h&amp;amp;om=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above is the Google Maps link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to a satellite view of the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where I used to live when I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a toddler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found it interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually zoom in to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;building in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;version &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;map &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sites. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I agree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teacher that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this form &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not always accurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the photo, the arrow points &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to a building that is right behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another building. If I remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the apartment that I lived in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should be where the front building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Also, the apartment in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picture is located next to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;street. My apartment was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wards the center of the block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it is a big example of in-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;accuracy. Even when I searched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my current apartment in San &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jose,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the location was not right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;points to a tree and that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ly not where I live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ing way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;places, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that reliable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it is kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scary because of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how specific it could get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34136166-115862706543160900?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115862706543160900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115862706543160900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115862706543160900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115862706543160900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/geography-journal-number-two.html' title='Geography Journal Number Two'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34136166.post-115788912146573708</id><published>2006-09-04T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:53:31.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Journal Number One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/map_county_ref.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/map_county_ref.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/map_county_ref.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During Labor Day weekend, I went on a Brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Camping Fellowship with some members of the co-ed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ernity that I am involved in. The location of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;three-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day event was held at Cooley Ranch in Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rosa. The ranch is private land, so there is no specific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;address that can be used to locate it on a map website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the member's (Paige) family owns a portion of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ranch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and she only provided us with directions straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her memory. The directions were pretty simple, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the route on the way there looked a lot more compli-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cated. I think it was due to the fact that we were travel-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ing at night. We went from the highway to a curvy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mountain road that was completely dark. Paige was in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the first car ahead of two others and she was our guide;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we barely used the written directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ranch is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a complicated place to search for in maps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because the place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is not indicated specifically. I tried to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;search "Cooley Ranch" on mapquest.com, but it did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me any direct directions. It did give me a map of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whole country and some places that had part of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;name in it. However, there is a site that I found on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;google.com that provided a better map of Sonoma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;County, which is where the ranch resides. There is also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a small map that shows how big the ranch is. These maps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were the most informational sources I could find about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the place. I can understand it since it is private land. If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was not private, mapquest would of definitely offered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;straightforward directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93099898-L.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93099898-L.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93103591-L.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93103591-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93099898-L.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93099898-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So how was the camping trip you ask? I can definitely&lt;br /&gt;tell you all about it. First, to sum it all up, I can say it&lt;br /&gt;was a blast. It was not the kind of camping where all&lt;br /&gt;your resources were whatever nature provided you.&lt;br /&gt;We actually had a little house in the area with a kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;bathroom, dishes, forks, all kinds of goods. We did&lt;br /&gt;try our best to keep it close to the traditional ways&lt;br /&gt;though. I guess I can say that this trip was my first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;semi&lt;/strong&gt;-camping experience. I really should have had&lt;br /&gt;more outings before this. After all, I am a Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93102460-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93102460-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93103591-L.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93103591-L.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fri. Sept.1 - Left San Jose to go on a three hour drive up&lt;br /&gt;to Cooley Ranch in Santa Rosa. I left with a majority of&lt;br /&gt;the executive committee members in the fraternity. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;highlight of the drive: stopping on the side of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right off the Golden Gate Bridge because the tarp in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back of Sunshine's (she is the VP of Membership) truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;flew off. It was scary too because she almost got hit by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;speeding bus. The route that we took in the last hour of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the journey reminded me of a typical slasher movie. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was waiting for some freak with greasy hair, and one blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and one brown eye to pop up next to the president's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;window. That would of been so creepy, but funny at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;same time. At least I did not say that. I probably would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of been the first to go. When we got there, we brought out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all of our equipment and went straight to the tent. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;played verbal games and solved riddles. Then, everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;knocked out. It took me a while to sleep and when I did, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kept waking up. I was not used to sleeping without a hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wall above me. Also, my imagination was running wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93105643-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93105643-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93108813-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93108813-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93110167-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93110167-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sat. Sept.2 - Sleeping in the morning felt great for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the cool, fresh air. After breakfast, we learned how&lt;br /&gt;to post up the American flag and then went on a hike toward the&lt;br /&gt;creek. It was all rocks over there, but I managed to find one&lt;br /&gt;shaped as a heart. Aww. My co, Paul, stepped on a little frog.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing. It lived. After that, all eight of us went on a safari&lt;br /&gt;ride through parts of the ranch. That was a highlight. I got&lt;br /&gt;smacked in the face a couple of times by branches, saw some&lt;br /&gt;wild animals, chased a boar down a path, observed gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;scenery, and got splashed on driving through the creek waters.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a perfect day and it felt really good to explore. Five&lt;br /&gt;more members arrived to join in on the fun. (There were thirteen&lt;br /&gt;of us total.) We all got split into three groups. I was in the green&lt;br /&gt;team, the "Gumbies." I came up with the name. He was the first&lt;br /&gt;thing that came to mind. We had the least people. In our groups,&lt;br /&gt;we did three "workshops" on how to build a campfire, build tents,&lt;br /&gt;and "cross the lava." Our team did the best job with our strategy.&lt;br /&gt;Later on after a delicious dinner, we sat next to the campfire to do&lt;br /&gt;our skits that we planned out beforehand. Our group based our skit&lt;br /&gt;on how to survive a chapter meeting. I had to impersonate someone&lt;br /&gt;that was "too cool" for me. I tried to be as loud as I could. We ate&lt;br /&gt;smores to end the night. Then, everyone did their own thing. I ended&lt;br /&gt;up with the group of people who were telling ghost stories. I did not let&lt;br /&gt;it get to me, but I do have a very imaginitive mind. I slept in the&lt;br /&gt;biggest tent with four other people. In the middle of the night, I heard&lt;br /&gt;scary coyote sounds. They sounded like they were in excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;My imaginitive mind was ruling again. I was freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93113451-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93113451-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93117204-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93117204-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93124516-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93124516-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sun. Sept.3 - After another morning of breakfast, we all started the day&lt;br /&gt;with a hike. There were huge rocks all over the area that we had to cross&lt;br /&gt;through. I brought up the fact that I felt like I was on the kids show "GUTS."&lt;br /&gt;A couple of us were making fun of it, as if we were on the "agro-crag" that&lt;br /&gt;was always the last challenge in the show. Some of us had to walk across&lt;br /&gt;the creek with our socks and shoes. We reached our destination point and&lt;br /&gt;did icebreakers before we got picked up to go back to our camping site. After&lt;br /&gt;lunch, we had free time to swim while the other five members who came late&lt;br /&gt;went on their safari experience. It was nice to sit around by the pool and&lt;br /&gt;watch people jump into the freezing water. It was like they got shocked with&lt;br /&gt;first contact of the waves. The others also went swimming when they&lt;br /&gt;came back. Then, we all participated in a relay race created by Ron (one of&lt;br /&gt;the VPs of Fellowship). Now this was when the "Real World/Road Rules&lt;br /&gt;Challenge" type of activities came into play. The green team was ahead during&lt;br /&gt;the first half, but the red team won. I could not believe it! They had a riddle&lt;br /&gt;and our team had a 100 piece puzzle to work on. Oh well. It was all fun and&lt;br /&gt;games. I was so worn out after that workout, I went to nap. It was a good one&lt;br /&gt;too. Another campfire night followed dinner and we had to act out another&lt;br /&gt;skit. It had to be about risk management. So, our group just did the whole topic&lt;br /&gt;in general and how it is supposed to be common sense. We concluded campfire&lt;br /&gt;night with sing-alongs, jokes, and banana boats. Yum! Our VPs of Fellowship&lt;br /&gt;ended the whole weekend by connecting our circle by having us hold a rope&lt;br /&gt;and cut pieces to wrap around our wrists. This indicated that our connection and&lt;br /&gt;experience would always be a part of each and every one of us. It was a lovely&lt;br /&gt;moment. The songs that we learned from Sara (the other VP of Fellowship) were&lt;br /&gt;fun to sing. We sounded good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93126884-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93126884-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93127028-L.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/320/93127028-L.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6302/3757/1600/93127028-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mon. Sept.4 - I woke up to a freezing morning. We ate breakfast for the last&lt;br /&gt;time and packed up everything we had. Everyone also had the chance to&lt;br /&gt;sign a huge card for Paige's (one of the Secretaries) super generous parents&lt;br /&gt;for letting us hold our event at their ranch. We all had a grand time the&lt;br /&gt;whole weekend. We even shared our thoughts with each other one last time.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to miss it, but at the same time I was ready to go back to city&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/34136166-115788912146573708?l=imnodrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/feeds/115788912146573708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34136166&amp;postID=115788912146573708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115788912146573708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34136166/posts/default/115788912146573708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnodrink.blogspot.com/2006/09/geography-journal-number-one.html' title='Geography Journal Number One'/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299057469182639614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
