<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7904443434826018686</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:23:15.280-08:00</updated><category term="random"/><category term="blog"/><category term="acoustic guitar"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="coins"/><category term="100 things your kids may not know about"/><category term="2009"/><category term="911"/><category term="Bose QuietComfort 3 Acoustic Noise Cancelling Headphones"/><category term="Cheesecake Factory"/><category term="aflatoxin"/><category term="almost christmas"/><category term="apollo hoax"/><category term="awkward moment"/><category term="brain"/><category term="bubbles"/><category term="cancer"/><category term="chubibabe"/><category term="chubiboys"/><category term="circumcision"/><category term="clouds"/><category term="coronado"/><category term="dream"/><category term="europe clouds"/><category term="face"/><category term="fake moon landing"/><category term="female brain"/><category term="female circumcision"/><category term="freckles"/><category term="gold"/><category term="gold coins"/><category term="guitar"/><category term="guitar center"/><category term="guitar center sale"/><category term="i love you"/><category term="iKane"/><category term="jeepney"/><category term="legal issue"/><category term="lent 2011"/><category term="life insurance"/><category term="liver spots"/><category term="male brain"/><category term="male circumcision"/><category term="melanocytes"/><category term="miss blogging"/><category term="mysterious glowing clouds"/><category term="need cash"/><category term="old things"/><category term="ovation idea acoustic-electric guitar"/><category term="parts of the brain"/><category term="peanut"/><category term="peanut butter"/><category term="piggy bank"/><category term="pizza"/><category term="princess diana"/><category term="pros and cons of circumcision"/><category term="san diego"/><category term="skin"/><category term="skin cancer"/><category term="sunset"/><category term="the golden rule"/><category term="transfer"/><category term="united states clouds"/><category term="update"/><category term="watchover voodoo"/><category term="work"/><title type='text'>YeyKay!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-5451287800819287970</id><published>2016-07-08T10:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2016-07-08T10:03:17.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little time travel.</title><content type='html'>Today, is one of those regular days. I woke up to the news about the Dallas shooting, and other shootings (Middle East). I re-read the news about the fire in San Diego a couple of weeks ago, and how it brought back memories of what happened 2 years ago - the Bernardo Fire, and how afraid I was with the possibility of our place burning into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got up, made my coffee, and went on with my normal routine. I checked my phone for news, emails, messages.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning, I realized that my daughter might not have a childhood - that she might just glue her face to her phone, tablet, computer, or whatever technology is out by the time she is 7 years old (or younger!).&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, I recalled my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, how I enjoyed playing outside, despite my dad getting upset with me being out all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was a child, I enjoyed flying a kite made out of news paper and sticks, attached to a string / thread.&lt;br /&gt;
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I enjoyed going to the store and buying paper dolls (Sailor Moon).&lt;br /&gt;
I enjoyed physically talking with my friends, pretending to be Power Rangers, and pretending to fight monsters.&lt;br /&gt;
I would play Lava with my friends in their house.&lt;br /&gt;
We would make dance moves to As Long As You Love Me by the Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;
I learned how to play volley ball at the age of 9. It was the start of my love for sports, and when I was in grade school, I was a member of the volleyball varsity team. It was one of the proudest moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
I would stay outside until 9PM to play with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
On Christmas, we would go to houses and sing christmas songs and share however much money we get.&lt;br /&gt;
One Easter, I made boiled some eggs and painted the eggs and gave them to my friends. They told my my egg was not cooked enough, LOL, but it was fun making it though.&lt;br /&gt;
I played with guns, and trading cards, and plastic swords with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
I played video games with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Friday nights, I would always wait for Shaider (Japanese hero), or sometimes, Ultra Man.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Sundays, I would get upset about going to church at night. Masked Rider Black would be on TV - so I would go to church in the early afternoon or morning. I would also get upset when I miss watching Time Quest (with the kettle that lets you travel through time), and Ranma 1/2 (character turns into a female or a male depending on the water temperature). On weekday nights, I watch Ghost Fighter (Yu Yu Hakusho), and Fushigi Yuugi.&lt;br /&gt;
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I learned how to play guitar when I was 10 because of my friends. My mom had a Gibson acoustic guitar, which I used (until my bratty stage kicked in and I smashed it on the ground when someone threw a plastic ball to my face).&lt;br /&gt;
I received my first guitar when I was 12 as a graduation present from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;
I got another guitar when I was 15 as a pre-graduation present from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;
At 16yo, one of my god parents gave me an electric guitar with amplifier for a present.&lt;br /&gt;
When I turned 18, one of my friends gave me a guitar (Ovation) as a present.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the kind of childhood I shared with people. I enjoyed and loved every bit of it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/5451287800819287970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/5451287800819287970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/5451287800819287970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/5451287800819287970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2016/07/a-little-time-travel.html' title='A little time travel.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-1937256000179231501</id><published>2011-06-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:03:04.870-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awkward moment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life insurance"/><title type='text'>Long lost family?</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago, I received a call from my dad. He told me about these godparents who were looking for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, twice, thrice they called at home looking for me. My dad said they were from Vegas, and my godfather is one of his buddies from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They couldn&#39;t catch me at home, because I&#39;m always at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather wouldn&#39;t stop bugging me to return their call. When they called, I guess he talked with them for half an hour - and my grandfather would instantly &quot;fall in like&quot; with people who he gets a pretty long conversation with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One afternoon, I decided hey, why not give them a call?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dialed the number, introduced myself, and TADAA it&#39;s them on the other line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few hellos and &quot;how are you?&quot; exchanges were made. And then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;Kay, do you have a life insurance?&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life insurances, I believe, is necessary. There are different kinds of life insurance. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.metlife.com/&quot;&gt;Metlife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://financialone.com/&quot;&gt;Financial One&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://geico.com&quot;&gt;Geico&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://farmers.com&quot;&gt;Farmers&lt;/a&gt;, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how to talk to them now. Yeah, of course they give me life insurance rates and so on, deals and what not. But, seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me to sell insurance? Wow. Unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a couple of calls from them already. Selling me more insurance, I guess. I already told them from our last conversation that I already have a life insurance, and they still want to sell me their insurance. They said they&#39;ll drive up from Las Vegas to San Diego so they could talk about this with my aunts and I personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I&#39;ve nothing against it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s just that awkward moment when you want to catch up with long lost godparents whose good friends with your parents and they end up selling life insurance to you after asking how you&#39;ve been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^_^&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/1937256000179231501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/1937256000179231501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1937256000179231501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1937256000179231501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-lost-family.html' title='Long lost family?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-1221465256251099859</id><published>2011-03-10T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:00:55.651-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lent 2011"/><title type='text'>Holy Week.</title><content type='html'>So, what are you giving up for the Lenten Season?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/1221465256251099859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/1221465256251099859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1221465256251099859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1221465256251099859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2011/03/holy-week.html' title='Holy Week.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-5135940165956795682</id><published>2011-02-12T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:39:32.677-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miss blogging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>I MISS BLOGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;OMG I miss you all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I miss blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lS0oKrH4Si160SNRkn4P5-2tjUaITRDr8KRYHJjfsQayLvQ2AZiWge7yw_lsYuswNPUi9ruiAjA00PBRuD-KtLgHVpgPKmsQAES9K6KK9Y3ABQxOViCGfT8bYM6RjWEBfQQUxqm6aAA/s1600/ferrouswheel.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lS0oKrH4Si160SNRkn4P5-2tjUaITRDr8KRYHJjfsQayLvQ2AZiWge7yw_lsYuswNPUi9ruiAjA00PBRuD-KtLgHVpgPKmsQAES9K6KK9Y3ABQxOViCGfT8bYM6RjWEBfQQUxqm6aAA/s320/ferrouswheel.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573075251868378786&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/5135940165956795682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/5135940165956795682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/5135940165956795682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/5135940165956795682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-blogging.html' title='I MISS BLOGGING'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lS0oKrH4Si160SNRkn4P5-2tjUaITRDr8KRYHJjfsQayLvQ2AZiWge7yw_lsYuswNPUi9ruiAjA00PBRuD-KtLgHVpgPKmsQAES9K6KK9Y3ABQxOViCGfT8bYM6RjWEBfQQUxqm6aAA/s72-c/ferrouswheel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-5869827692345943492</id><published>2010-10-05T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:32:42.480-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="almost christmas"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAS.</title><content type='html'>80 days before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of the cool breeze kissing my face. Every time I open the front door, it embraces me with a welcoming feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said he&#39;s coming over to visit on November. And my sister is coming on December. I&#39;m so excited (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. I&#39;m gaining weight, and losing discipline with my eating. This is major bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would&#39;ve been fun to be able to blog everyday. But due to the numerous blogs that I have, plus my disorganized list of priorities, I am unable to do anything. Add it with a little procrastinating. @_@ I know that I can fit everything in 24hours, but for some odd reason, I just put a lot of things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates! Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my transfer from AL to HC on some late September date, and I still haven&#39;t heard anything from the DoN. I wonder if I&#39;ll even get in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually looking forward to it. Regardless of the gossips and the rumors going around, I want to start working at HC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know that one of my co-workers at AL is sort-of pulling me down with her. Not that she&#39;s all the way down, but I told her that I want to transfer because I will learn more at HC than at AL passing medications. She kept telling me that I will never learn anything at HC and that it&#39;s hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what&#39;s more hard work than working at KH during the day? I think it&#39;s slavery right there in your face. That&#39;s why sometimes, I hate working there. Define labor. @_@ To top it all off, I think it&#39;s uncompensated employees defined, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to work at the HC because patients there are physically unable to care for themselves. I think I&#39;m done with people who are mentally and psychologically out of state. And I believe that I will learn more if I work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, on the other hand, kept telling me that I will not learn anything at the HC. That&#39;s complete BS, I believe. In KH, we do all the patient care, and I learned a lot. In AL, I learned how to pass medications. And got familiar with different medications (which are mostly vitamins, supplements, bp meds and sleeping pills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do more, and I have more to learn. I don&#39;t want to miss out on opportunities to improve myself. So no matter what she says, she will be talking to my hand for the rest of the night.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/5869827692345943492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/5869827692345943492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/5869827692345943492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/5869827692345943492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&#39;s beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAS.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-2731200548606662098</id><published>2010-09-22T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:06:38.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Arms No Legs No Worries</title><content type='html'>I came across a video on YouTube that made me cry. :&#39;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;295&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ciYk-UwqFKA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ciYk-UwqFKA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;never&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;295&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Nick Vujicic, pronounced &#39;Vooy-cheech&#39;.  Born in 1982 in Brisbane,  Australia, without any medical explanation or warning, Nicholas Vujicic  came into the world with neither arms nor legs. Imagine the shock his  parents felt when they saw their first-born brand new baby boy for the  first time, only to find he was what the world would consider imperfect  and abnormal.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/about-nick&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired with the video that I actually cried. And then I looked at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered myself at one point in time that I was about to give up; that I told myself &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;I have no more tomorrow. Shit happens, but why does it always fall on me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He give life changing words, daily pieces of inspiration. I wished I would&#39;ve seen this video sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for loving me. I am so sorry for all the things I&#39;ve done wrong. Please forgive me. Dear God, come into my life and fill me with your Holy Spirit, that I may be the person you want me to be. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/&quot;&gt;NICK&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/2731200548606662098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/2731200548606662098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/2731200548606662098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/2731200548606662098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-arms-no-legs-no-worries.html' title='No Arms No Legs No Worries'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-6364642995704560786</id><published>2010-09-22T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:43:04.206-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transfer"/><title type='text'>Transfer.</title><content type='html'>Last week, as I was clocking out from work, I checked the list of open slots in different departments for hiring (&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;like I always do).&lt;/span&gt; I would joke to my colleagues &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Maybe I&#39;ll do better in the dietary department. I&#39;ll wash the dishes. Less responsibilities.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long list at the bottom of the paper. 4 openings at the Health Care Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself - why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After consulting resources about the opportunity, the pros outweighed the cons. As much as I don&#39;t want to leave my comfort zone, I realized that it&#39;s about time that I set changes and take the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been procrastinating for the past 3years, and it&#39;s about time that I walk away from gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues said &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t miss out on this, or you will regret it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sat down in front of my computer for 2hours yesterday morning trying to figure out how I can start my transfer request do the other department. My fingers lay still on the keyboard, as I think about the words to fill in my blank page. I have the request to transfer form filled out with my name, current department, date and signature. But I haven&#39;t filled in the space for &quot;Qualifications&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to doubt myself. Maybe I am not suitable for the position. Maybe I am not experienced enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scribbled qualifications on the notepad, and started re-doing my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I began typing in my letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dear Director of Nursing,&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After signing my name at the bottom of the page, I started my letter to my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dear Director of ALSCR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My heart was pounding as I held the printed pages on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:20pm, I walked to my boss&#39;s office. She wasn&#39;t there. I left the letter with the Request to Transfer form in her box and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I forgot to sign the paper. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;*doh* &lt;/span&gt;That was stupid. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, my supervisor whispered to me. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Laura wants to talk to you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I started to have butterflies in my tummy &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(but not in a good way)&lt;/span&gt; as I walk to her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left, and came back 30minutes later. Still on the phone. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Why does she have to make this hard for me???&lt;/span&gt; I asked my co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;You&#39;ll be alright. Don&#39;t worry about it. &lt;/span&gt;He said, with a little pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to her office again, and she was finally available. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Uh-oh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She invited me in, and held the paper up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What if I said no?&lt;/span&gt; She said, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Have you talked to the people at the Health Center yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But I heard the DoN is still on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is out for 2 weeks, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t even know how this process goes, so I wrote a letter to you, and wrote her a letter, too. I even printed out a copy of my resume. It&#39;s updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want you to improve your skills, but I don&#39;t want you to go. If this is what&#39;s best for you, I will sign the paper and you can hand it tomorrow to HR. They&#39;ll take care of it. I just wish you didn&#39;t have to go. You worked really hard here. And I&#39;ll be sad to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She handed me the signed paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the office and laid my paper on the counter by my purse. I noticed that by her signature was a little note.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMzbFvbDyOdvIrtW8_yimYFCpAK-boxR6u1GBqR8sHvXMmAxWtQTQjrRutHwLqF8wzrUUGjEIOWmf_MkjW9uKExGI96MirQOZnZuLudZ1OkO4bzuTVfz4yLOFWU9RZ1kgK-Iv5hCIVjo/s1600/TransferLetter.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMzbFvbDyOdvIrtW8_yimYFCpAK-boxR6u1GBqR8sHvXMmAxWtQTQjrRutHwLqF8wzrUUGjEIOWmf_MkjW9uKExGI96MirQOZnZuLudZ1OkO4bzuTVfz4yLOFWU9RZ1kgK-Iv5hCIVjo/s320/TransferLetter.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519779155740378706&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me smile. But a little sad, too. Oh well, caramel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/6364642995704560786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/6364642995704560786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/6364642995704560786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/6364642995704560786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/09/transfer.html' title='Transfer.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMzbFvbDyOdvIrtW8_yimYFCpAK-boxR6u1GBqR8sHvXMmAxWtQTQjrRutHwLqF8wzrUUGjEIOWmf_MkjW9uKExGI96MirQOZnZuLudZ1OkO4bzuTVfz4yLOFWU9RZ1kgK-Iv5hCIVjo/s72-c/TransferLetter.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-6302727586574071991</id><published>2010-09-11T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:46:47.453-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><title type='text'>Vampyr!</title><content type='html'>A vampire placed a pretty single stem sunflower outside the balcony door of the glass-built penthouse where the mass was held one gloomy afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an evil smirk on her face, she mouthed &lt;em&gt;&quot;You&#39;re going to die.&quot;. &lt;/em&gt;She grabbed a bouquet of pretty purple flowers, walked into the glass balcony door, and to the friend sitting to my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;You&#39;re going to die, too.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I looked at each other, our hearts pounding almost right out of our chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held my hand tight. &lt;em&gt;&quot;We&#39;re not going to die.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/6302727586574071991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/6302727586574071991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/6302727586574071991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/6302727586574071991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/09/vampyr.html' title='Vampyr!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-1779260522591194252</id><published>2010-09-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:25:26.644-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i love you"/><title type='text'>Love in all shades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l89gp03OoN1qcj646o1_500.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l89gp03OoN1qcj646o1_500.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/1779260522591194252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/1779260522591194252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1779260522591194252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1779260522591194252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-in-all-shades.html' title='Love in all shades.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-8263203543787174660</id><published>2010-09-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:38:49.500-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cheesecake Factory"/><title type='text'>Cheesecake Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l83jl9nYwt1qcj646o1_500.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l83jl9nYwt1qcj646o1_500.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thecheesecakefactory.com/&quot;&gt;THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY&lt;/a&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voted as the favorite chain. (Click &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nrn.com/article/consumers-rank-favorite-restaurant-chains&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have a couple of them down at San Diego. And they&#39;re not close. One is at Chula Vista (2015 Birch Rd Ste 705). The other is at Fashion Valley (7067 Friars Rd) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember coming there one night after work - LOL so many people. I went in, and the line to be seated extends until outside. But they have great food, good (so-so) customer service, and awesome cheesecakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to go with me? :3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/8263203543787174660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/8263203543787174660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/8263203543787174660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/8263203543787174660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheesecake-factory.html' title='Cheesecake Factory'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-6469877434024819306</id><published>2010-07-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:47:29.431-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="watchover voodoo"/><title type='text'>WatchOver Voodoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5ywvdgEQB1qzcx5po1_r1_500.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5ywvdgEQB1qzcx5po1_r1_500.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My very first Watch Over Voodoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove all the way to Carlsbad for it. I want to collect every single one of them. It&#39;s $8.99 each (+tax) so I might think about it. There are over 30 WatchOver Voodoos. And they are all CUTE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hung mine on my rear-view mirror with my gold-steel guitar pick. Why not? :3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/6469877434024819306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/6469877434024819306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/6469877434024819306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/6469877434024819306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/07/watchover-voodoo.html' title='WatchOver Voodoo!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-4313861629211850500</id><published>2010-05-30T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:14:29.988-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coronado"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="san diego"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunset"/><title type='text'>What can be more beautiful....</title><content type='html'>... than a sunset by San Diego Skyline for a post-hard-work surprise? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l380wi272j1qzcx5po1_500.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, seriously? What? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/4313861629211850500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/4313861629211850500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/4313861629211850500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/4313861629211850500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-can-be-more-beautiful.html' title='What can be more beautiful....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-8772716933410320501</id><published>2010-03-11T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:58:01.756-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bubbles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Missing out.</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been missing out on most of my posts, only because I spend most of my time outside (since I bought my car). Wasting gas - technically not really. Barnes and Noble is a cool store to keep my brain from exploding. And as far as I&#39;m concerned, it&#39;s one of the best places evarrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My so called &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;circle of friends&lt;/span&gt; is starting to grow, and I have a number of people I can say I hang out with now. After 2 years of pure emotional turmoil, the struggle is starting to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been to random impromptu places - such as Torrey Pines beach, Birch Aquarium, and just about getting lost at few freeways that are new - making wrong turns and illegal U-turns. If I would summarize it, I&#39;d call it adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of rough edges to it, some of which I couldn&#39;t quite press flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym Gym Gym. Been going to the gym for a month already. Missing a few days because of work. /flex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should update this regularly. Blogs keep me sane. I miss you all!♥</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/8772716933410320501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/8772716933410320501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/8772716933410320501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/8772716933410320501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/03/missing-out.html' title='Missing out.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-2943771412060446795</id><published>2010-02-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:01:29.648-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chubibabe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chubiboys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pizza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJIyNJ-Pg8FmZ3lhz5YXuU_v8ikU56bIZrZkMbP-ePmtxQLopgE-DCm7qWWPxkllMGTd4vpve5jHYE5tMVjNTeOIMFQK8g5Zsl6FuhuHzlDOT3COS2i2u-zXOATHYAH_s0qZuPs3VU9Y/s1600-h/HEART.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJIyNJ-Pg8FmZ3lhz5YXuU_v8ikU56bIZrZkMbP-ePmtxQLopgE-DCm7qWWPxkllMGTd4vpve5jHYE5tMVjNTeOIMFQK8g5Zsl6FuhuHzlDOT3COS2i2u-zXOATHYAH_s0qZuPs3VU9Y/s320/HEART.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434217325676639538&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought them pizza last Monday - just because I want to. Sent money to Jamih, and this is what I got in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/2943771412060446795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/2943771412060446795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/2943771412060446795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/2943771412060446795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart.html' title='Heart.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJIyNJ-Pg8FmZ3lhz5YXuU_v8ikU56bIZrZkMbP-ePmtxQLopgE-DCm7qWWPxkllMGTd4vpve5jHYE5tMVjNTeOIMFQK8g5Zsl6FuhuHzlDOT3COS2i2u-zXOATHYAH_s0qZuPs3VU9Y/s72-c/HEART.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-2605495559344233043</id><published>2010-01-23T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:48:42.891-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acoustic guitar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iKane"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>iKane</title><content type='html'>iKane Rock.★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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Of course, the time and a half pay is good, but it’s different when you spend it with people close to your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s tradition to us that we celebrate it together - like we did last year. We had dinner together (day before Christmas), and then hung out together the rest of the day during Christmas with the rest of the family at my Uncle’s big house. Foods, karaoke, laughing, stories, picture taking, and more food. Some of our relatives from LA came down to visit, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New Year’s day was spent at Long Beach. They called again today and invited us to spend the New Year there. But I have work, and will be working my butt off again for the remainder of the holidays (I believe), so there isn’t a hint of chance that there would be any changes with my Christmas day and New Year’s day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;——————&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other news : Had a not so good news from a co-worker. Will make a separate post &lt;a href=&quot;http://ferissewheel.tumblr.com/post/301439984/christmas-conversation-during-breaktime&quot;&gt;(conversation).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;——————&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone else had a good Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/8392693407011204232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/8392693407011204232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/8392693407011204232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/8392693407011204232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-1764801362297971347</id><published>2009-12-17T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:24:06.820-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Counting Blessings.</title><content type='html'>This post is for &lt;a href=&quot;http://lethargic-angel.deviantart.com&quot;&gt;Dycee&lt;/a&gt;, whom I believe will never read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the reason why my circle of friends expanded (well, virtually, but who gives a rat&#39;s ass?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thank you for sharing these people with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the nicest unconscious Christmas presents evarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/1764801362297971347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/1764801362297971347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1764801362297971347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1764801362297971347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting-blessings.html' title='Counting Blessings.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-4727524345547881720</id><published>2009-12-02T08:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:52:43.965-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>Good Morning.</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s almost Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I worked at the dementia/Alzheimer&#39;s area - switched places with one of the employees for assisted living to have someone to pass the medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area was calm and nice, cozy, if I may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity for the afternoon was putting up the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the patients in silence as they put the ornaments on the branches. It crushed my heart, and I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so beautiful to watch them hanging the colorful balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One patient said, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;m done. I didn&#39;t put everything up so someone else can take their turn.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isn&#39;t that heart warming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismas is my favorite holiday ~ well, it used to be. I think it still is. Because the memories of Christmas when I was back home still makes my heart beat fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas carols made me sigh as they play on the radio last night. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/4727524345547881720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/4727524345547881720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/4727524345547881720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/4727524345547881720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-8782598739556130889</id><published>2009-09-05T14:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:51:20.139-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="update"/><title type='text'>First rest day!</title><content type='html'>Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first rest day from my 7-day work. I started last Saturday, and I do enjoy what I&#39;m doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at the retirement facility isn&#39;t so much &quot;work&quot;, except it is emotionally draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this conversation with one of the residents two nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident: Do you like to drive?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. But I don&#39;t have my own car, yet.&lt;br /&gt;Resident: I should&#39;ve known. I just gave my car to my daughter in law. I am too blind to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I would&#39;ve had my own car c/o the resident - but I can &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; accept something like that. I don&#39;t want to owe anyone anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone doing?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/8782598739556130889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/8782598739556130889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/8782598739556130889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/8782598739556130889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-rest-day.html' title='First rest day!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-538304897057552679</id><published>2009-08-11T09:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:23:53.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>I recently applied for a job by chance. I saw the ad, and thought &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hey, this is just right down the street, why not check it out?&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my interview on Friday, and was called by the employer yesterday to come in today for signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I couldn&#39;t enjoy it the way I thought I would.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/538304897057552679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/538304897057552679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/538304897057552679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/538304897057552679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/08/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-7592366378207177932</id><published>2009-08-05T09:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:02:47.837-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="female brain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="male brain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parts of the brain"/><title type='text'>Brainiacs.</title><content type='html'>Because I need to catch up with my previous lessons, I started reading my book again. AGAIN. Cover to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neurological system. I wanted a picture of a labelled human brain so I could visualize what I read. And this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.pagetutor.com/jokebreak/123.html&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKqUDMXOZxCynm09SW3-J70QxB48TG-E3mc1FIhYLs-dy7uyklJtAxLT5I9zr-Mp5QkCYdfivXYoVJpap9xntcGMMSh1VjSgND5uN2J7AtUVd5XYEPWPJ5gkDHA2JpO9ROjCS87LJMjo/s400/male_brain.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366525079559522146&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t forget to read the footnotes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.pagetutor.com/jokebreak/124.html&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjd1SyCdtQbTx-YLgp6I4iiWxFuFfv95Rs4U9gIGS2nEyG4t-FS_f1t35epS61WvReHLg8O4Zn-LNmiJEEcwddF00MZtaVEBJJjWZylzBBwSzXKDR-Vg-ur3fy2U_M_pjgv42yTfdVwo/s400/female_brain.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366524918265711842&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this doesn&#39;t apply to everyone, like myself for example. I&#39;m not a fan of chocolates, so I guess that&#39;s too big of a space for me. And shopping? Well, yeah shopping is a girl&#39;s best friend. And I disagree with the sense of direction neuron - I have a good sense of direction (and I take the bus!). That&#39;s what GPSs are for. =)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/7592366378207177932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/7592366378207177932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/7592366378207177932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/7592366378207177932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/08/brainiacs.html' title='Brainiacs.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKqUDMXOZxCynm09SW3-J70QxB48TG-E3mc1FIhYLs-dy7uyklJtAxLT5I9zr-Mp5QkCYdfivXYoVJpap9xntcGMMSh1VjSgND5uN2J7AtUVd5XYEPWPJ5gkDHA2JpO9ROjCS87LJMjo/s72-c/male_brain.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-1997581844116497889</id><published>2009-07-30T09:57:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:20:32.529-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acoustic guitar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guitar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guitar center"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guitar center sale"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ovation idea acoustic-electric guitar"/><title type='text'>Little Musical Dream.</title><content type='html'>February of 2009, Valentines day. I found myself walking around Pico Blvd taking myself out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a nearby Guitar Center where my cousin lives, so I decided to let my feet drag me there and look at what I &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;can&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered heaven with hopes of finding a good item, and I came up with a whole bunch of options. Guitar Center is like the best place to be. Well, next to Barnes and Noble. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(I&#39;m still arguing between the two.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have this room with the most expensive guitars my hand could lay its flesh on. Most of which are behind glass doors, so it&#39;s only my eyes that could lay its senses on. I loved that room, and I grabbed the guitar closest to me. There is a small stool in the middle of the wooden, secluded, air-tight, soundproof room. I strummed a few notes and knew that I was the only one who could hear it. I ended up playing a whole song and singing and humming to myself. That place was &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;dreamy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up when I notice a couple of people looking in through the glass door. Carefully, I placed the 4-digit guitar on its stand and  left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way out of the abode when I laid my eyes on this specific instrument. It&#39;s &lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn82P_y0fFDrHDfRSL1MfSMQEaomjhQuH3Shr9bccvRhByAiqrzDb6tD6Df9Ek3LtJwKCAeC39dEfPx2tkxz-DZdlgOYTrK9sAp96xJLu1zZj09BZddqyRVCOAYplNKYU_YdVh2V7msJQ/s1600-h/Ovatio+iDEA.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 226px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn82P_y0fFDrHDfRSL1MfSMQEaomjhQuH3Shr9bccvRhByAiqrzDb6tD6Df9Ek3LtJwKCAeC39dEfPx2tkxz-DZdlgOYTrK9sAp96xJLu1zZj09BZddqyRVCOAYplNKYU_YdVh2V7msJQ/s320/Ovatio+iDEA.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364301588103499938&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.guitarcenter.com/Ovation-iDea-Acoustic-Electric-Guitar-105135149-i1427051.gc&quot;&gt;Ovation iDea acoustic-electric guitar. &lt;/a&gt;It looks exactly my my guitar back home, except it&#39;s a little bit more special - by a couple of hundred percent. I held the masterpiece in my hand and touched its curves. Then, I walked to one of the amplifiers where you can test it and tried to play something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I liked this piece is because of it&#39;s built-in recorder. I write songs and sing them (to myself), so I thought that maybe that special feature would come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a $599 guitar (plus tax), I am in a battle of saving up to buy it, or just buy myself a better, simpler beginner set for a lower price. Guitar center is having a sale, and I found &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.guitarcenter.com/Epiphone-PR-4E-Acoustic-Electric-Guitar-Player-Pack-103838777-i1150188.gc&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; awesome deal. A beginner package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been playing the guitar since I was 9 years old - but it&#39;s been an on and off, up and down status. Music has been one of my greatest interest, and maybe one day, I&#39;ll find myself savoring the curves of my new baby. =) Wish me luck!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/1997581844116497889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/1997581844116497889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1997581844116497889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1997581844116497889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-musical-dream.html' title='Little Musical Dream.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn82P_y0fFDrHDfRSL1MfSMQEaomjhQuH3Shr9bccvRhByAiqrzDb6tD6Df9Ek3LtJwKCAeC39dEfPx2tkxz-DZdlgOYTrK9sAp96xJLu1zZj09BZddqyRVCOAYplNKYU_YdVh2V7msJQ/s72-c/Ovatio+iDEA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-1341331362991657712</id><published>2009-07-25T18:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:57:13.646-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the golden rule"/><title type='text'>The Golden Rule.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He who has the gold makes the rules. ☻&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/1341331362991657712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/1341331362991657712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1341331362991657712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/1341331362991657712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-rule.html' title='The Golden Rule.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-20568263829086660</id><published>2009-07-23T18:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:10:42.017-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="100 things your kids may not know about"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="old things"/><title type='text'>Looking Back - Waaaaay back.</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon an article at Yahoo with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/100-things-your-kids-may-never-know-about?npu=1&amp;amp;mbid=yhp&quot;&gt;100 Things Your Kids May Never Know About&lt;/a&gt;, and I have to say - I do believe kids today may not know about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few (that I am quoting from the text) that I liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inserting a VHS tape into a VCR to watch a movie or to record something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing music on an audio tape using a personal stereo. See what happens when you &lt;a href=&quot;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8117619.stm&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;give a Walkman to today’s teenager&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(I used to have one before, and I loved my Walkman! I play Blink 182 cassette on it everyday on my way to school. HAHAH!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Betamax tapes. - &lt;em&gt;Smaller version of VCR! I wondered what happened to the laser disc movies (two sided)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3-D movies meaning red-and-green glasses. &lt;em&gt;- I love these things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The scream of a modem connecting.&lt;em&gt;  - From dial up connections. Hahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5- and 3-inch floppies, Zip Discs and countless other forms of data storage. &lt;em&gt;- These things we SHOULD have during computer classes to store our projects and works. I had mine in pink!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blowing the dust out of a NES cartridge in the hopes that it’ll load this time. - &lt;em&gt;Hahaha, those were the days! Family Computer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turning a PlayStation on its end to try and get a game to load. - &lt;em&gt;My friends and I would push different buttons thinking that they help in speeding up the loading.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not knowing exactly what all of your friends are doing and thinking at every moment.&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Everone is Twitting and FB-ing it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Privacy.&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Exactly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that words generally don’t have num8er5 in them. - &lt;em&gt;I h8 people texting this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Correct spelling of phrases, rather than TLAs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting several minutes (or even hours!) to download something. &lt;em&gt;- A 3mb file, 1hour. Lucky if you get it in 30minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not knowing who was calling you on the phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LEGO just being square blocks of various sizes, with the odd wheel, window or door. - &lt;em&gt;I love Legos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming pools with diving boards. - &lt;em&gt;This was fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sliding the paper outer wrapper off a Kit-Kat, placing it on the palm of your hand and clapping to make it bang loudly. Then sliding your finger down the silver foil to break off the first finger. - &lt;em&gt;Yeah, what happened to this one? I like doing this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to manually unlock a car door. - &lt;em&gt;And wait for the driver to unlock the other doors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A physical dictionary — either for spelling or definitions. - &lt;em&gt;My grandma and grandpa actually bought me one for my birthday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don&#39;t get me wrong - I&#39;m not old. I&#39;m only 23 years old, but I went through these things when I was a kid. It was a fun childhood, and I think that kids should appreciate and learn about the &quot;Evolution of Other Things&quot; just to know that they&#39;re lucky to have what they have and stop demanding for more. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/20568263829086660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/20568263829086660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/20568263829086660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/20568263829086660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-back-waaaaay-back.html' title='Looking Back - Waaaaay back.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904443434826018686.post-583756175213812737</id><published>2009-07-23T07:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:03:12.786-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coins"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gold"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gold coins"/><title type='text'>High End Collections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/chinese-gold-panda.html&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361668892498477778&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnd_JMzsf3yKpGQhVpdVO0E40T_xD0igZY6Y4MJctCIMNJWIPYmi1I7KGqRCXOc-0-CqpiiHKDEkql_uhUrpetTGJyIQ5oXPMnTcoYg_usj0uqaIkG9PpeQSXxVIjpWq5KOZL-zvFuKk8/s320/GoldPanda.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/&quot;&gt;Gold&lt;/a&gt; - as they say - goes up and down. I heard from work that you should keep your &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/&quot;&gt;golds&lt;/a&gt; and wait until the prices go up - because they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See here, this is a really particularly cute &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/&quot;&gt;gold coin&lt;/a&gt; with a Chinese Panda design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;I collect bookmarks. My mom collect stamps. I know other people who collect trading cards, Tamiya cars, Disney toys, signature wallets, and even antique vases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember walking by the mall one day after my class. There is an area by the mall where they sell collectibles. Stamps, rocks, postcards, pictures, coins, envelopes, figurines, and did I mention COINS?&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;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stumbled upon this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/&quot;&gt;gold coin&lt;/a&gt; link, and was amused by what they have. They tell you about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/&quot;&gt;gold&lt;/a&gt;, how to handle them, how to invest, buy and sell, and of course, get these really cool high end collectible &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/&quot;&gt;gold coins&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;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the prices, yeah well maybe they&#39;re a little bit off the budget. It&#39;s the risk of investing in something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/feeds/583756175213812737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7904443434826018686/583756175213812737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/583756175213812737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904443434826018686/posts/default/583756175213812737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeykay.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-end-collections.html' title='High End Collections.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnd_JMzsf3yKpGQhVpdVO0E40T_xD0igZY6Y4MJctCIMNJWIPYmi1I7KGqRCXOc-0-CqpiiHKDEkql_uhUrpetTGJyIQ5oXPMnTcoYg_usj0uqaIkG9PpeQSXxVIjpWq5KOZL-zvFuKk8/s72-c/GoldPanda.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>