<?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-6844018337106712035</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:16:49.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>The Truth Be Told</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-4680246144057709002</id><published>2008-03-28T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:56:42.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Could this be it? I don't know yet, but it sure does feel like it's coming to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-4680246144057709002?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4680246144057709002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4680246144057709002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2008/03/end.html' title='The End?'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-2231447552676455352</id><published>2008-02-29T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:04:26.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap Yurr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A significant but pointless post on a day that exist only every 4 years.  Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-2231447552676455352?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/2231447552676455352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/2231447552676455352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap-yurr.html' title='Leap Yurr'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-7145033953804790754</id><published>2008-01-26T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:28:38.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing interesting has happened, worthy to be taken note of for this month. Maybe next month? We shall see.  Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5C5XwByLAI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5C5XwByLAI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow In The Presence Of Strangeness???  Reppin' Our People hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-7145033953804790754?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7145033953804790754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7145033953804790754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much?'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-3006953535407140237</id><published>2007-12-31T01:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:32:39.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With God's will, I've been fortunate enough to have lived another full year. Time flies so fast when you continue to grow up more and more. Throughout the course of a year, of course everyone will experience their ups and downs, but once the end of the year comes and the new is on the horizon, we should be forunate to have lived another year and hope to live many more years in our lives. I'm really thankful that I've been given this opportunity to experience another New Year's eve and await the dawn of a new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've had my good times and bad times of 2007 and all I can do now is look back and remember and learn from those experiences. For each month, I'll come straight from the dome and name moments or events that made my year. If I miss out on an event, it's either that I completely forgot about it or I choose not to put it up due to privacy issues, so I apologize in advance. These events will not all be specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Auntie's birthday party with family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-First official loss in Blitz 64 for Nintendo 64 for the first time in my playing career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Experienced a rough month with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Moy sprained his foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Lola's birthday with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Mom's birthday with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Bought my mom a bracelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Witnessed Hov's happiest day ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Recorded Yul's goodbye videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Finally bought a laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Uncle comes to SD from Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Celebrated Easter Sunday with family in Long Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Chilled with bros, Hov, and sis-in-law at Otay outlet centers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Watched Wrestlemania at Matt's house with the home boys and bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Attended Meryl's debut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Picked up Moy from his last day of school for the second consecutive year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Attended SCPA C/O 2007 graduation and met old friends and classmates&lt;br /&gt;-Graduation party at Matt's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Went to Del Mar Fair with bros and the crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Two wisdom teeth extracted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Celebrated Grand Uncle's birthday in Long Beach at Super China Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Recorded Sword Wars with bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;August&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Attended Micha's debut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Dad's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Celebrated Lolo's 80th birthday with family and friends at Manila Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Start of the daquickfixx blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Wildfires of Southern California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Attended first Chargers game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Quiet Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-My birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Hung out with college friends and ate at BJ's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Thanksgiving with family in SD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Thanksgiving dinner with the bros and crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Super China buffet at Long Beach with family&lt;br /&gt;-Experienced heart problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Older brother's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Moy's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Anthony's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Christmas dinner on the 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Christmas eve in SD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even if very little activities happened this year, I'm still appreciative of the events and moments that I was able to take part in with my family and friends. Another year is about to be in the books and let's pray for a better life in 2008 and that we can continue to develop our lives and be with the ones we love year after year. To all my family, friends, and everyone else, Happy New Year! We made it through another year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-3006953535407140237?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3006953535407140237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3006953535407140237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2007'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-8089499813687174549</id><published>2007-12-03T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:18:45.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Me Shook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Since Thursday, my chest wouldn't feel good at night time. I had this sharp pain on my chest, especially the left side of where my heart is.  It was a very uncomfortable feeling and it started to scare me.  It was a pain that felt like a knife stabbing through my heart or someone pinching my heart.  The pain would come out of nowhere and I would be just holding the left side of my chest, hoping for the pain to go away.  It would eventually go away, but come back minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few nights before Sunday, I was kind of nervous to go to sleep.  The pain in my left chest area felt like it was getting worse and I started thinking that what if I went to sleep and didn't wake up the next day.  I started thinking that maybe an artery in my heart was clogged or my heart was just wanting to give up or a heart attack was bound to happen.  Thankfully, I would wake up the next few days with no pain at all, but the pain would return at night again.  I've never had any kind of pain around my heart area that was really painful so I decided to tell my mom about it on Saturday night because it really started to give me a scare.  She decided that we would go to the doctor the next day.  Amazingly, I haven't had an appointment with a doctor since middle school, so I've been pretty healthy since then, but now the pain in my heart area was more of a concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the doctor on Sunday, got evaluated, blood drawn, blood pressure checked, and an EKG.  They found everything such as my kidney, liver, and especially my heart being fine.  The doctor said that I wasn't going to have any sort of heart attack, so I was glad to hear that.  One thing that did surprise the doctor and my family once the news was broken was that, I have high blood pressure.  My bad diet and stress caused me to have a blood pressure of 169/57, which is really bad and unhealthy, which caused me to have the pain in my heart. The doctor was surprised that for a person my age, I would have that high of a blood pressure.  After finding that out, I am more nervous for myself.  The normal stage for regular blood pressure is 120/80 so my blood pressure is way above that, which is kind of scaring me in a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how a few years back, I was active and had athletic ability but now, I've pretty much been inactive and lazy.  I haven't had the sufficient amount of excercise or have a well-balanced diet so some things are going to have to change for me to have a healthy lifestyle again.  Just having that blood pressure test has given me a reality check.  I don't want to end up with heart disease or a heart attack at an early age so I really have to put an effort to be healthy again and I want to be healthy again.  In a sense, having the pain in my heart was a sign that I need to make the right decisions and maintain a healthy lifestyle.  This coming winter break, I really have to put in the effort and excercise more and watch the foods I eat.  I really can't afford to lose my life that way.  I thank God for not letting anything major-like happen to me like a heart attack and thanks to my mom for making me go to the doctor even though I was nervous and didn't want to know any results.  It really gave me a better outlook for myself.  Now all I have to do is put in the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6844018337106712035-8089499813687174549?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8089499813687174549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8089499813687174549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-me-shook.html' title='Got Me Shook'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-6123402205195389029</id><published>2007-11-12T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:43:13.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 2-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RzQLxcLa4-I/AAAAAAAAANM/0rNM0sxVAjw/s1600-h/440116393_ddf96421b8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RzQLxcLa4-I/AAAAAAAAANM/0rNM0sxVAjw/s400/440116393_ddf96421b8_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130738819487425506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It's crazy how fast time flew by.  Who knew that I would be reaching 20 years in my life.  I've been fortunate enough to be blessed with a great family, friends, and a life that I haven't taken granted.  I'm very thankful to God for giving me a chance to still be here and trying to let me achieve my goals and become a successful person in the near future.  So many ups and downs, smiles and frowns, but I'm still here, breathing, not stressing about one damn thing.  Even though there won't be any special event taking place today, I'm just glad that I've reached 20 years old and that my adult life is just about to begin.  I've set many goals that I wish to accomplish before my time is up and with God's will, I'll pray that I'll continue be here, living out my life and doing my business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My family has been a big influence to me in helping me mold into the person I am today.  I love and appreciate everything that they have done and there's no doubt that I will never leave them and that I will be always here to support them like they have supported me throughout my existence.  They are the main factors that have made me the person I am today.  I've been blessed with a wonderful family and I owe them big time.  I'll still have my family with me no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My friends and I have experienced alot in the past 5 years and I'm thankful to have friends that I can trust and have a good time with.  I appreciate all the good times we've had and hopefully I'll never lose contact with any of you guys.  Even if I've been missing in action, you guys still stick with me and I appreciate that.  No matter what, my bonds with my closest friends will never be broken and they can only get stronger throughout time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My life has been good.  I've learned so much, I'm understanding the environment that I live in and surrounded by much more better, and I've learned to just do you and try your best.  There's no doubt that I will continue to keep my focus on and one day, I'll accomplish my goals and make my family proud.  I'll continue to pray for the people around me and one thing that I want people to know about me, is that it's never been about me.  I care for the people around me and that I wish everyone well in their life.  I've never been a negative person and I never plan on being one ever in my life.  I'll continue to live my life to the fullest and always keep things one hunned.  I'll always keep things positive no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Thank you God for everything that you have blessed me with and I'll continue to pray for the best for my family, friends and the world.  Thank you to my family and friends.  Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6844018337106712035-6123402205195389029?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6123402205195389029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6123402205195389029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-2-0.html' title='The Big 2-0'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RzQLxcLa4-I/AAAAAAAAANM/0rNM0sxVAjw/s72-c/440116393_ddf96421b8_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-2808477083378530419</id><published>2007-10-30T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:39:19.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Game: Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sports will always be something I follow and love forever especially the big three: baseball, football, and basketball.  It's always entertaining watching a game on television whether it's with a group of friends, family, or by yourself.  Whenever you watch a game on television, sometimes you wonder what it feels like to actually be in a stadium or an arena and be a part of the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being a baseball fan for the longest time, I've been able to see a total of 16 games, 1 while Qualcomm Stadium was still Jack Murphy Stadium, 13 in Qualcomm Stadium, and 2 at Petco Park.  I've had seats from field level all the way up to nosebleed seats, from different views of the stadium.  Just being at the ballpark, watching the game with friends and family and being a part of the crowd in cheering the home team is always fun.  Baseball tickets are relatively cheaper than basketball and football tickets and there are many games that take place at home so that's why I've been able to see as many games already.  I haven't been to a baseball game in 3 years so I'm hoping to break that drought next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is another sport that I follow a lot.  I've been cheering for the Chargers for awhile now and it's always exciting watching a football game on television because there's so much action.  I've always wondered how the atmosphere would be like if I ever attended a game.  I actually never thought that I would ever go to a football game in my life just because the tickets cost way more than baseball and there's only 8 games at home during the regular season and they sell out fast.  Who would of knew, that I would be invited to go a football game for the first time in my life.  Something that I didn't even expect to happen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the season started, I planned on buying some tickets to catch a football game this season.  The way the Chargers played last season, I knew I would have a very hard time in getting tickets because season ticket holders always get first dibbs.  The Chargers v.s. the Colts on November 11 was the game I wanted to go to and I already knew that I wouldn't even have a chance to get those tickets just because it's a Sunday night game, which usually means it's a national broadcasted game, plus, Peyton Manning having a chance to come into town and play against LT and the Chargers is a much awaited game.  Little did I know, tickets sold out in 4 hours on some random day during the summer I didn't even know about and I was shut out from being to able to attend not only that game, but any other game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days before the game last week, one of my friends from school hit me up.  He told me that one of his friends was trying to sell his Chargers v.s Texans tickets because he was put on duty.  He asked me if I was willing to pay $80 dollars for a ticket.  I told him that I would check with my parents to see if it was okay to go.  With a test on Tuesday, and not even touching my science book to study, I was hesistant at first.  Also, I didn't even feel like spending $80 to watch a game.  But than I started to think, this might be the only chance I get in my life where I could actually watch a game.  I've never been to a football game before and I always wondered how it would be but than again, would I really want to skip studying and waste $80 dollars for a game.  Another reason I wanted to go to the game was because the tickets that my friend's fried had were season tickets and the seats were assigned on plaza level.  Not view level or what they call nosebleed seats, they were plaza level seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I thought hard about going to the game and I decided that I wouldn't even ask my parents if I could go and that I would just tell my friend to go with somebody else.  So I texted my friend, telling him to go with someone else or at least sell them.  I got no reply back so I thought that he already sold the tickets.  I spent the whole Saturday working on my blog and putting off studying for the next day.  I went to sleep around 5 in the morning, tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 on Sunday morning, my friend called me and woke me up.  He asked me if I wanted to go to the game.  I told him to just go with someone else because I was gonna be busy that day.  He then told me that the price for the tickets dropped to $50.  Not $80 anymore, but $50.  Tickets for plaza level seats would probably be around  $150 or more because those are really good seats besides field level, which are the best seats.  Ain't no way that I was gonna deny going to the game so I asked my mom and she said it was okay.  Finally, I was going to my first ever football game, especially at a price that was affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my friend and we headed down to Qualcomm Stadium.  We were a little late for the game so we didn't get to see the Governator and the firefighters in the opening show.  The parking lot was closed and so we had to park all the way in the Mission Valley Costco and Ikea location.  Got damn, that was one long walk and my legs are still sore to this day.  We walked through the parking lot and you could already hear loud booming cheers flowing out the stadium.  We went inside, and the Chargers already scored a touchdown and the whole place went bananas.  Just the atmosphere itself was amazing.  The whole place was packed, even people had to line up in lines just to use the restrooms.  Everytime the Chargers made a big play, the whole place would erupt and stand on their feet and go wild.  It was amazing how the place just was.  Even the Charger Girls were looking real nice in their Halloween costumes.  My friend and I were close to the action and the seats we had were hella good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game was done, everyone outside the stadium was honking their horns, yelling out stuff, and just representing the Chargers to the fullest.  People were still tailgating and hanging around while a grip of people were stuck in traffic.  It was just a regular season game and the atmosphre was just crazy.  I thought to myself, how would the atmosphere be during the playoffs and the Super Bowl, probably undescribable.  Coming off a week with lost hope and despair, the Chargers played a great game and the fans showed a lot of pride.  Ending the day, I thought to myself, I just went to a football game for the first time.  Hopefully it's not the last.  After checking off football and baseball, a basketball game at the Staples Center to watch the Lakers would complete the sweep.  Let's try to do that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmAgIbJrI/AAAAAAAAALE/z9T4U4XbNz8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmAgIbJrI/AAAAAAAAALE/z9T4U4XbNz8/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127319597084255922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards Qualcomm Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmOQIbJsI/AAAAAAAAALM/9EehlzA0Cno/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmOQIbJsI/AAAAAAAAALM/9EehlzA0Cno/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127319833307457218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumbotron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmawIbJtI/AAAAAAAAALU/2iQXTcr_dbg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmawIbJtI/AAAAAAAAALU/2iQXTcr_dbg/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127320048055822034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endzone tagged San Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyflkgIbJqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/toN4nL5fVPI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyflkgIbJqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/toN4nL5fVPI/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127319116047918754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chargers on defense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmxwIbJuI/AAAAAAAAALc/YJZkFXS46fw/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmxwIbJuI/AAAAAAAAALc/YJZkFXS46fw/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127320443192813282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted up getting fried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfnKgIbJvI/AAAAAAAAALk/viLVixgsMqs/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfnKgIbJvI/AAAAAAAAALk/viLVixgsMqs/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127320868394575602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charger Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfnoQIbJwI/AAAAAAAAALs/IpTGl6m28uc/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfnoQIbJwI/AAAAAAAAALs/IpTGl6m28uc/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127321379495683842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfoIQIbJxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aOmpgW7DilU/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfoIQIbJxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aOmpgW7DilU/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127321929251497746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Halftime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfoYgIbJyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HbJUN7nFvHc/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfoYgIbJyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HbJUN7nFvHc/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127322208424372002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Ryfo2AIbJzI/AAAAAAAAAME/YPNka11oO44/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Ryfo2AIbJzI/AAAAAAAAAME/YPNka11oO44/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127322715230512946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfpDQIbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/E9w29IQ-mv0/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfpDQIbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/E9w29IQ-mv0/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127322942863779650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the overweight Rey Mysterio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfvoQIbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZB-LUZu_VQE/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfvoQIbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZB-LUZu_VQE/s400/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127330175588706130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendence Numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Ryfv-QIbJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Koej6f3YjfE/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Ryfv-QIbJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Koej6f3YjfE/s400/089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127330553545828194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stadium behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Ryf3-gIbJ3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/mOCyA5IwIYk/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Ryf3-gIbJ3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/mOCyA5IwIYk/s400/099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127339353933817714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move out the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Ryf4YAIbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/MMQvy6AscQ4/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Ryf4YAIbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/MMQvy6AscQ4/s400/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127339792020481922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RygCPgIbJ5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Vs4CbnpRB6M/s1600-h/charger+girls_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RygCPgIbJ5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Vs4CbnpRB6M/s400/charger+girls_19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127350641107871634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tworkin' It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RygCjwIbJ6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/54VugEWhMys/s1600-h/charger+girls_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RygCjwIbJ6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/54VugEWhMys/s400/charger+girls_21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127350989000222626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RygC6QIbJ7I/AAAAAAAAANE/IXo8QlIfZdY/s1600-h/charger+girls_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RygC6QIbJ7I/AAAAAAAAANE/IXo8QlIfZdY/s400/charger+girls_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127351375547279282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The last three pics were professionally taken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-2808477083378530419?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/2808477083378530419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/2808477083378530419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/10/football-game-check.html' title='Football Game: Check'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyfmAgIbJrI/AAAAAAAAALE/z9T4U4XbNz8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-5644426048978830332</id><published>2007-10-26T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:08:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Disaster Strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After almost four years ago to this week, San Diego had recorded the then largest brush fire in California history.  I can still vividly recall all the things that happened during that week.  During that time, I was still a junior in high school.  I spent the weekend in San Diego instead of going north to where I usually stayed for the weekends.  I remember my parents along with my youngest brother coming down to visit my brothers, uncle, and auntie at the house to make sure we were alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I really remember was the second day of the fires.  My youngest brother stayed with us at the house.  My uncle was left to watch us and we spent most of the day watching the news.  I still remember how gray it was, how the sun was blood red, ash flying everywhere, and the smell of smoke just sifting through the air.  I sat through most of the morning playing "Blitz" on the Nintendo 64.  After that, my brothers and uncle watched "Matrix Reloaded."  We then began watching the news and my older brother decided to turn on the air conditioner to help prevent the inside of the house from smelling like smoke.  It was actually the first time we turned on the air conditioner in the house since 1999-2000.  I could just remember how frantic everything was, viewing the news.  I still remember, my brothers, uncle, and I had to buy some water at the water store in Ralphs.  During that time of the fires, the employees that worked for Ralphs were on strike because of bad benefits.  My youngest brother took pics of the strikers, all of them holding signs, wearing their masks and goggles.  I wondered why they would still be on strike during a time where fires where going on and everything crazy was happening.  My youngest brother had to leave later on that night with my parents and I worried about them because they had to use the I-15 freeway to get home and the fires were close to that freeway.  At night, my brothers and I watched the news and I remember when they reported that school would be cancelled for the week.  Just everything that happened during that week, I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in October 2007, the Southern California wildfires have much exceeded the Cedar fires in 2003 as the most devastating fire disaster in California history.  This time, I didn't spend any time in San Diego, where the wildfires there were proclaimed as the worst out of all fires this season.  Fortunately, my parents, younger brother, and I were up north safe away from fires, but I still had my thoughts for my close family, friends, and everyone else that were affected by the wildfires in someway.  Hearing about the fires in Southern San Diego gave me a nervous feeling because my family that lives over there and most of my friends live around the same area where the Harris fire was supposedly moving towards to.  I heard my family there was packing up, just in case they had to evacuate.  Most of my friends packed their things just in case.  One of my best friends actually had to evacuate his house because he lives in Bonita, but thankfully, his house wasn't harmed.  Watching the news all week, it was really sad to see how many people had to evacuate and how many homes and damages took to place all over Southern California.  It was good to heard and see how many people united and helped out one another during a time of tragedy.  Firefighters battling fires without sufficient rest and risking lives, volunteers that helped out, and charities and donations were able to show how people can be united during a time of need and despair.  I'll still continue to pray for everyone that has been severely affected by the wildfires and let's just continue the support for one another.  It's unfortunate that these things happen to the best of us, but we must continue to support and pray for the many people that have been affected by these unfortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKKtgIbJfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-HhugBUVJqE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKKtgIbJfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-HhugBUVJqE/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125811840225060338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Poomacha Fire from Temecula going south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKL4QIbJgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7onQ374lYmo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKL4QIbJgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7onQ374lYmo/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125813124420281858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Rice Canyon Fire from Temecula going south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKMawIbJhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lPOxeOTIhYA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKMawIbJhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lPOxeOTIhYA/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125813717125768722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Santiago Fire from Temecula going north&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKNQgIbJjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Xo0-RST_MxY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKNQgIbJjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Xo0-RST_MxY/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125814640543737394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke beginning to set in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKNgwIbJkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JOjngzIwxHc/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKNgwIbJkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JOjngzIwxHc/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125814919716611650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke covering the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKNxwIbJlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JkKvcCzRR8Q/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKNxwIbJlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JkKvcCzRR8Q/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125815211774387794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKOFgIbJmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0rgeXdznhBE/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKOFgIbJmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0rgeXdznhBE/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125815551076804194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise of the blood sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-5644426048978830332?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/5644426048978830332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/5644426048978830332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-disaster-strikes.html' title='When Disaster Strikes'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RyKKtgIbJfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-HhugBUVJqE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-4416310054826658589</id><published>2007-10-19T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:07:31.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope For The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When times hit a rough point, we have to hope for the best and continue to pray to make things better.  I've been thinking alot lately, and it's gotten to a point where I'm starting to feel sympathy and nervousness.  When you hear something unexpectedly, it becomes a surprise especially when it's something you don't want to hear or to sad to think about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's really hard to stray away from thoughts that you don't want to think about but just keep running through your mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Right now, we've been praying to God and hoping that He is listening to our prayers and may act upon them.  All we could do is hope and pray and to continue to support and show our love.  I'm still praying for the best situation to come about.  Please God look down on us and listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6844018337106712035-4416310054826658589?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4416310054826658589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4416310054826658589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/10/hope-for-best.html' title='Hope For The Best'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-4412801157939331674</id><published>2007-10-06T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:45:12.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaining Political Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Throughout much of my life, I've never been a fan of politics.  You could ask me all these questions about the government, laws, or whatever about politics and I would just give you a cold stare, just because I didn't really know or care that much about politics.  I've always thought I was too dumb to understand politics and that it was too complicated.  Hell, I didn't even hear the words conservative or liberal until senior year in high school where we took a government class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much, I've been clueless about politics for the longest time.  Not until now, I've been gaining an interest in the subject.  You already know I'm taking a political science class and for the most part, I was just gonna take the class to fulfill my nursing pre-requisites.  If it wasn't a requirement, I probably wouldn't have taken the class at all.  But since the school semester has started, I'm starting to gain more knowledge about political terms, situations going on around the country, and especially the middle eastern conflict.  The middle eastern conflict has been a situation that I've been clueless about especially.  After reading the history of the Israel-Palestine conflict through a packet my teacher gave us, I never knew how much vulnerability the Palestinians had towards the Isralies.  Isralie soldiers forcing Palestinians out of their property, killing innocent people to create a homogenity state through ethnic cleansing, and trying to gain the lands of the Palestinian people were things I was able to pick up from reading the packet.  Shout out to Yul for filling in some blanks I had about the conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to pick up some knowledge with the California political history.  If I recall and hopefully not mistaken, California has been a Democratic state for much of its history.  California was able to gain some sort of democracy in its earliest years through overtaking the political machine of the railroad system, which caused unfairness with the people and the people of higher power.  Much of Northern California and Los Angeles are primarily Demorcratic cities while the rest of Southern California including Riverside and San Diego are Republican.  I've been taking baby steps in trying to understand our political system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully through the end of the class, I'll be able to sink in as much information I need about politics to gain more further interest.  I probably won't even be able to pick my side of whether being a Republican, Democratic, conservative, or liberal would be right for me just because some ideas I believe are correct with one side, but I also agree with some ideas on the other side are right.  I'll just try to continue learn more about politics.  I never really knew that I would start gaining interest in a subject that I always thought was boring.  Well, I was wrong about politics being boring and like I said, I'm taking baby steps in trying to learn more about politics as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-4412801157939331674?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4412801157939331674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4412801157939331674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/10/political-interest.html' title='Gaining Political Interest'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-1100809735859999563</id><published>2007-09-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:41:14.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Is Bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After two very long years of college so far, all I can say is that I really can't wait till I get out.  All these general education requirements and taking all these classes to apply for my major has almost taken its toll on me.  With that being said, not counting this semester, next spring semester will be my final semester of taking the requirements I need to apply for my major.  With me taking political science and mircrobiology this semester, the only requirement left that I must take is a humanities class.  I'm really excited with almost finishing my pre-requirements for nursing and actually applying to the nursing program right before spring break next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes for this fall semester have been alright.  Political science has been an interesting class because of my instructor.  My instructor goes all out with his opinions mixed with some humor and sarcasm to discuss today's current issues here in the U.S. and discussing the origins of the American government and politics.  It may get boring at times, but the instructor is a really friendly guy who states what he thinks about his views without no fear of having someone take offense.  After a full month of school, I have yet to pull out a pencil and a piece of paper to take down notes and probably won't for the rest of the semester.  Three tests total, among them being the final.  The only thing that I'll have to do is read the textbook and I'm set.  It does sound like a very easy class but messing up on one test can mess up the grade, that being that 100% of a person's grade comes only from the tests.  So, we'll see how I do down the stretch and hopefully pull off that A by when time ends for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microbiology is a different story.  So many points and assignments in so little time, but not as bad as anatomy and physiology.  Sometimes during lecture, I sit there clueless at what the instructor is saying just because alot of the material she discusses about, I have struggled.  Ever since taking chemistry 100, having an F the whole time, and dropping out before it was too late, made me hate science.  During times with anatomy, it was a love and hate relationship I had, at times it would be fun, and at times I struggled alot.  The part that I always struggled with was the chapter tests and trying to pay attention to lecture and at the end, winding up learning nothing.  With microbio, lecture has become a time where I just sit in front of the board, clueless, waiting to head into lab.  Lectures and chapter tests are what I struggle with the most and having just four tests this whole year with at least 6-8 chapters on each test, it's gonna be hard.  I'm really gonna have to try this time with my chapter tests in microbio.  In anatomy, I just did whatever with the chapter tests but focus more on the labs and the lab practicals to earn my points.  I'm really gonna try my best to study for this class.  The teacher even said that even the smartest people who would take the class would end up with a B at the finish of the semester.  If I at least end up with a B, it would be all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just one class left after this semester, I'm really proud of myself for not slacking on any work and just keeping my focus.  After next semester, all I would have to do is apply to the nursing program and training would take at least two years and by then, I'll be officially a nurse.  After some experience, I'll save up some money and head back to school to earn a higher degree.  I really have my eyes set on achieving my major, and once I do, I'll sure be proud as hell to know that I'm tryna do my hardest to make my future successful.  There's alot of people that take their education for granted and end up being nobodies.  Ain't no way in hell that I'm gonna let myself down with that. I'm trying my hardest to get the grades and become a nurse as soon as possible.  I really can't wait to become a nurse and have that goal in my reach.  I know that I can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-1100809735859999563?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/1100809735859999563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/1100809735859999563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/09/future-status.html' title='Future Is Bright'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-6933665347346196002</id><published>2007-09-06T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:34:26.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charged Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/l_34ef9bbbd66d85cb8a8b008ac13a1f36.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After waiting seven long months, the NFL season has kicked off.  There is no way in hell I'll be cheering for any other team besides the Chargers.  After a frustrating loss last season in the playoffs, I'm expecting them to come full force and play their best.  They may not equal their record of 14-2 from last season, but much of San Diego and basically the whole country expect the Chargers to make it to the playoffs and actually win a playoff game, nonetheless, take home their first championship ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season's schedule is more tougher than before because of the other team's caliburs, but I'm hoping that the Chargers could make it all the way to the Super Bowl and win it.  I don't expect LaDainian Tomlinson to win another MVP award but I do expect him to have a big season that will help impact the team in being successful.  Hopefully, Philip Rivers can come out on his own and throw the ball more, to take pressure off LT.  I already know Antonio Gates is going to put up his share of numbers.  Shawne Merriman, hopefully will be a candidate for the DPOY and lead that Chargers defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this whole time, all the critics and the reviewers already have claimed that San Diego is the most talented teams in the NFL.  I agree with that, but they gotta show me that they can win in the playoffs and at least get to the Super Bowl and win it.  I don't care if they end up with an average record for the season or if they become a wild card, I want them to win a playoff game and reach the Super Bowl and win that championship San Diego has been missing this whole time.  Out of all the major cities that have two or more professional sports franchises, I believe San Diego is the only city to not win a championship yet.  Hopefully, the Chargers can go all the way this season (along with the Padres) and let San Diego finally get its shine.  I think San Diego finally deserves to get a championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6844018337106712035-6933665347346196002?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6933665347346196002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6933665347346196002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/09/charged-up.html' title='Charged Up'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-4712807256908828516</id><published>2007-09-04T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:07:04.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Word!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daquickfixx.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Quick Fixx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've decided to come up with my own hip hop and r and b blog for those who are interested in checking out the new songs, new music videos, album covers, my opinions, or whatever else you guys want to dwell on regarding hip hop and r and b.  I'll try my best to update as much as possible with new releases and such for your guy's viewing and listening pleasure.  From mainstream to underground, I'll try my best to represent all boundaries.  Who ever I write about with my opinions, I'll try my best to be unbiased with what I say.  So yea, go ahead and check out my new blog.  New info and music coming soon.  No more will I post music videos or talk about music related stuff on real talk blog.  A new era has begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check out the polls on the hip hop blog.  I'll try my best to come up with a weekly poll. Chyea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/6844018337106712035-4712807256908828516?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4712807256908828516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4712807256908828516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-word.html' title='Oh Word!'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-3556148251063844182</id><published>2007-08-26T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:04:22.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Going Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today marks my lolo's 80th birthday.  It really is a significant day for my family and I to celebrate one of the most well-respected, loving, and important figures throughout my family tree.  After still going strong all these years, as a family, we're glad to say that we appreciate everything our grandpa, father, relative, friend, or whatever else has contributed to our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing so many stories from about my lolo from my mom, lola, and my uncles and aunties, my lolo has sacrificed alot to maintain the family he had while living in the Philippines while supporting many other relatives who relied alot on both my grandparents.  My lolo, also along with my lola and mom, helped raise me throughout my childhood years.  I still can recall alot of memories I had with my lolo when I was a young baby/child such as watching television late at night to him giving me baths to him always telling me stories of how he hustled his way through life to make enough earnings to support himself and others.  I always respected my lolo no matter if he raised his voice at me or had to discipline me in a harsh way.  I learned alot from my lolo and I always enjoyed his company as I continued to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough start of the year for my lolo this year but with all the support from my family and the prayers we were able to say, God was able to find a way to help my lolo stay strong and fight for his life.  I thank God for giving our family another chance to be with my lolo and that we wish to continue having him with us for many more years.  I've been blessed to have loving and supportive grandparents throughout much of my time growing up and both my lolo and lola will continue to inspire me with my future endeavors.  I pray to God that he will keep my lolo strong and that he can continue to be healthy.  Thank you for all you have done lolo bata.  I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-3556148251063844182?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3556148251063844182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3556148251063844182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-going-strong.html' title='Still Going Strong'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-6165212505295522621</id><published>2007-08-20T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:25:28.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signing Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As some of you may know, I've been itching to take a break from the social life for awhile.  Last week excluding the day of the debut, was kind of a rough week for me.  Some of you may have noticed that I didn't reply to any comments or messages on myspace or had little to say.  It seems as if I want to hide back into my shell again and just have time for myself.  Ever since my lola passed away, I haven't been much of the social person I was long ago. I know that life changing event happened over a year and half ago but who knows, maybe I'm having psychological problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the first day of September all the way until the fall semester ends in December, I'll be away from everyone excluding the family.  I'm in that mood again to take a break and just focus on the things I have and must do.  Last time I took a lengthy break, I had a legitimate excuse.  This time, I just feel the need to be by myself for a long period of time and try to focus on my life and my family.  After all, it's not as if a lot of you people see me or hear from me in an everyday basis so I guess it should be okay for all of you if I could lay away for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I need to focus on is to make myself better, physically and mentally.  Physically, I just haven't been up to par as the person I was a couple years back.  I miss being that person who was much skinnier and healthier back then to the lazy person I have become as of right now.  This past month, I've been doing alot of cardio, but I failed by quitting two weeks before school where I was able to regain a couple pounds back.  It's coming to a time in my life where this might be the last time I'll have time to actually to work out.  Next year, hopefully will be the big one for a chance, I'll apply to the nursing program and hopefully find a job as a nursing assitant to gain experience in that field of expertise.  Plus, the older we get, the more our bodies become harder to lose and build.  I want to try to make myself physically better so I could feel better about myself and to know that I can try to live the rest of my life being healthy hopefully.  So with no job yet and just school, I'll try my best to regain back into my better form physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few things I need to do to make myself better mentally.  I'm usually the one to leave the problems in my life to myself and it will stay that way.  For some reason, I feel better keeping personal things to myself rather than expressing them out.  For most of my life, I've been that way.  So alot of personal problems will be kept alone, unless needed to speak.  Also, lately I haven't really been going the computer as much as I know it kills alot of my time.  I've been getting bored with going on it lately and without spending as much time of the computer, I'm able to do other productive things.  I'm gonna try to go back to reading books because that's one thing I've been lacking for the longest time, is an intellectual mind.  School is most importantly one thing I must be successful in.  This semester, I'm taking another science class and I will try my damn best to get that A.  I let myself down last semester in A and P 2 by getting a B, which isn't that good especially being one of the main courses I needed to get an A to give myself an easier way into the nursing program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, like I've been telling everyone these past two years, just do you.  I want all my friends to do well this fall semester and do what they do in their lives while I'll be doing me and trying to succeed with a coupld of goals I set myself for the next 4 months.  So during this break of mine starting next month, I won't be making or answering any phone calls and no messages on myspace.  However, I will leave a comment if you choose to do so first, but not living a significant amount of comments to where it ends up like a conversation.  I'll only accept messages on myspace if their for emergency purposes. Other than that, I won't reply as I will try my best to stay away from the computer as much as possible throughout much of my days.   I will not also be appearing on AIM during this break.  As for my blog, I'll try to update whenever I can if something worthy is to be noted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got plenty of more things I want to do better in and hopefully this break will give me some time to calm myself down and focus a lot on my life.  It's only for the positives I want to accomplish in my life. &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/6844018337106712035-6165212505295522621?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6165212505295522621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6165212505295522621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/08/signing-off.html' title='Signing Off'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-8722437630663902790</id><published>2007-07-28T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:37:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrilla Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm suprised at how popular this video has become on youtube.  The Philippines is getting their shine on with the video that was posted on the internet and has been seen in alot of different internet outlets.  The video was shot in a jail somewhere in the city of Cebu, where prison inmates reanacted Michael Jackson classic song and music video, "Thriller.".  Very organized, precise, and synchronized by the Filipino prison inmates.  Props to them for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-8722437630663902790?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8722437630663902790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8722437630663902790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/07/thrilla-wild.html' title='Thrilla Wild'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-3474083957841799423</id><published>2007-07-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:44:47.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Times In Springfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Simpsons movement is causing a big hysteria.  I myself have been included in the mix.  What would I look like if I were to be living in the Simpsons world in Springfield.  Well, here's you lucky day.  Observe, the evolution of ya boy through Simpsonizing.  This images are the closest I could get myself into so bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqScTe02hwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k4NbWip6x4I/s1600-h/ejsimpson+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqScTe02hwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k4NbWip6x4I/s400/ejsimpson+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090365337341691650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me during my kid days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqSgce02hyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNE5icuwg1Y/s1600-h/ej+simpson+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqSgce02hyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNE5icuwg1Y/s400/ej+simpson+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090369890007025442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle school days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqSbC-02hvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pN-j4VVQ548/s1600-h/ejsimpson+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqSbC-02hvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pN-j4VVQ548/s400/ejsimpson+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090363954362222322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My times during high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqSZie02huI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TYWcsdspQeE/s1600-h/ejsimpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqSZie02huI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TYWcsdspQeE/s400/ejsimpson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090362296504846050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqShQe02hzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xVWgPtstoE4/s1600-h/ejsimpson+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqShQe02hzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xVWgPtstoE4/s400/ejsimpson+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090370783360223026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big papa stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Simpson would be bad ass no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-3474083957841799423?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3474083957841799423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3474083957841799423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-times-in-springfield.html' title='My Times In Springfield'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RqScTe02hwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k4NbWip6x4I/s72-c/ejsimpson+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-8641696823737285442</id><published>2007-07-13T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:15:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meh, no new updates on my current life status.  Just been bored for the longest minute.  Wish I had something to talk about, but nothing new happening with me.  O yea, no need to be concerned. I'm all good, just bored as Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-8641696823737285442?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8641696823737285442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8641696823737285442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/07/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-1885698231630484110</id><published>2007-07-04T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:59:23.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Fireworks Must Go On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Damn, can't believe it's the 4th of July already.  I can still remember last year festivities... nothing.  The year before that... eh, nothing big.  I haven't really seen fireworks in person or been outside the house to celebrate 4th of July for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I use to go to the Del Mar Fair on the 4th of July back when I was a young'n.  Del Mar Fair always closes down for the rest of the year the day after the 4th of July and they knew they had to end with a bang for their guests with presenting them a beautiful fireworks show.  My parents would take my brothers and I and hang out at the fun zone, eat some food like them Austrailian potaters (mhhmmm), and wait till the end of the night to watch the fireworks.  Also, my family and I use to go to Sea World and to Mission Beach to watch fireworks also and hang out with each other back in the young'n days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and did alot of productive things back in the day with this in the summer holiday.  Now, not as much.  As we got older, I guess the time decreased more and more as my parents now just work on the holidays to get that extra pay, which is understandable.  The past few years, haven't been out the house during this holiday.  Even though, I don't see live fireworks no more in person, I can actually watch a few fireworks shows going on the area from my parent's bedroom.  That's basically where I've been watching the fireworks from these past few years living over here.  No doubt, it's better than nothing, but actually doing something outside the house or something more productive in the house with alot of company would be better.  Eh, maybe next year. Only one can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6nAhHScrtQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6nAhHScrtQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't watching fireworks anywhere today, go ahead and watch the vid to make up for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-1885698231630484110?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/1885698231630484110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/1885698231630484110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/07/teh-fireworks-must-go-on.html' title='Teh Fireworks Must Go On'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-7925525976499680449</id><published>2007-06-30T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:11:27.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, it's gonna be almost two days since my surgery to remove my wisdom teeth.  Instead of getting all four of them out, my parents decided to just remove the two bottom ones for now and remove the two upper ones next year just to save some money.  Cost alot of money just to remove those teeth out.  Here's what took place during surgery day and the latest updates as of right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-June 28, 8:00 am was my day and time for the surgery at some place in Chula Vista.  The night before, I only had a total of 3 hours sleep before waking up at 4 am to get ready.  I didn't really know what to expect so that was the cause of my trouble sleeping.  I was told to avoid any kind of eating or drinking of any sorts 11 hours before operation, including water, which I soon became a little bit dehydrated.  They also said not to brush my teeth right after waking up.  Woke up early and left the house early with my dad to try to avoid the morning traffic but we eventually got stuck in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Got to the place an hour early before they opened, so I decided to take a nap in the car.  Woke up around 7:45 am and used the bathroom just before signing some papers and heading into the operation room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Around 8:10 am, an assistant checked my blood pressure at least 5 times to make sure it was okay. He then told me to put three heart rate patches on my body to monitor my heart rate during operation. Another assistant entered the room and I began to ask her questions.  She said it would take at least two weeks to heal, no brushing the teeth until the stitches are completely dissolved, only liquid foods for the first week, avoid any physical contact, rinse mouth with salt in water, and use ice packets to place on cheeks to help slow down swelling.  There were other instructions also given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The dental surgeon came in and began talking to me.  He wrapped my right arm with some sort of tie to make the vein pop out.  He then placed the IV into my right arm vein and an assistant placed an oxygen mask over my nose.  From there, all I remember was the doctor asking me a few questions until I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't remember how, but I woke up feeling dizzy and light headed.  I woke up with two gauzes in my mouth, and asked one of the assistants if I could see my wisdom teeth.  She showed me a cup that had my wisdom teeth partially covered in blood and in pieces.  The other assistant then helped me get into the car and all I could remember was being really dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As I got to the SD house, I kept biting on the gauze pads and I felt my tongue and lower lip become all numb.  I layed down on the couch and fell asleep.  I woke up and my throat was dry and that's when I began to spit alot of blood.  I was swallowing my own blood during my nap and that's what made my throat sore.  I drank water for the first time in awhile.  My cheeks were somewhat swollen and sore.  My dad bought me an ice cream shake from Jack In The Box, and I had to wait for it to melt to actually eat it.  I took another nap after taking my medications.  When I woke up again, my dad told me that it was time to go to the other house.  I continues to bleed and I kept spitting out the blood in a plastic bag.  I continues to bite on the gauze pads to help stop the bleeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Got back to Temec and I had stopped bleeding.  I fell asleep again and didn't wake up until 8 that night.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, I made mixed myself a strawberry yogurt in the blender.  After that, went back to sleep and didn't wake up until 3 am the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So far, I've been taking alot of naps because of the medications I am taking.  The doctor said bleeding usually occurs up to 3-4 days but luckily for me, I stopped bleeding completely right after I got back to Temec.  I don't bite on the gauze pads anymore.  Haven't brushed my teeth since the night before operation and got damn, I wanna brush my teeth just because my breathe right now is stankin'.  I've been getting the hiccups alot lately which gets annoying.  The doctor made it seem that I couldn't talk at all for the next two weeks but I can actually talk, just mumbling though.  So far, I've only eaten an ice cream shake, strawberry yogurt, cream of mushroom soup, and cream of chicken soup.  The only thing that kind of bothers me is the stitches on my gums.  I can't really open my mouth to speak or even laugh because of the stitches.  It really gets annoying when I try to swallow my own saliva and I feel the stitches pull back a little bit.  So far, I've been okay.  Just been getting alot of sleep and rest.  I have a check up with the dental surgeon this Thursday to see the progress of the healing.  I will still continue on with my two week break. By the way, ya boy is doing good so need to question about my status.  Still tryna get my rest so I could heal faster. O yea, one more thing, these stitches are a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna learn more about wisdom teeth maybe for the near future, just check out these links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisdom_teeth"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisdom_teeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extraction_%28dental%29"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extraction_%28dental%29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/oral-health/wisdom-tooth-extraction"&gt;http://www.webmd.com/oral-health/wisdom-tooth-extraction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-7925525976499680449?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7925525976499680449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7925525976499680449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/06/through-stitches.html' title='Through The Stitches'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-7509363659209920995</id><published>2007-06-27T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:04:59.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Peek 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtSbiX8W_QQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtSbiX8W_QQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't usually debut an artist's music videos in consecutive times, but I had to do it this time.  Last month, I debuted Kanye West, "Can't Tell Me Nothing" music video.  At first, I was digging the song and wasn't really in favor of the video, but after watching it more and noticing how Kanye West was given one car, one video model, and basically just two settings for that video and giving it the visual effects it had, I thought it was creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now, this music video that I am about to debut is supposedly his first official single off his new album.  After hearing the first two songs, this is probably one of the most anticipated albums I'm expecting on getting because both singles so far in my opinion, are good material songs that actually have substance in them.  The video is Kanye West, "Stronger" which samples off the Techno group Daft Punk.  Probably one of the most creative music videos I have seen in awhile because it has a theme of futuristic anime style with great visual effects.  Might I mention that his main video girl in the video is not other than Cassie, who looks hella cute in the video.  Due to some research I have done, this video hasn't been premiered yet here in the U.S. and has only premiered in Germany.  Again, the video is very creative with its futuristic anime type theme and Kanye never upsets with his music and videos.  Big ups to dude for changing his sound and experimenting with it.&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/6844018337106712035-7509363659209920995?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7509363659209920995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7509363659209920995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/06/video-peek-3.html' title='Video Peek 3'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-6683425852439458951</id><published>2007-06-25T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:49:36.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's usually a common thing that people have celebrity crushes right?  I cosign with the many men out there that know their are so many girls that are eye candy.  No doubt you have your Eva Longorias, Jessica Albas, Angelina Jolies, and every other actresses, singers, or whatever else they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually one girl that sticks out in my mind and has actually caught my eye.  In my opinion, probably one of the most cutest girls I've seen in my existence.  No she isn't a well-known Hollywood actress, not even a diva or a world famous model.  I don't think she isn't even in the famous radar at all  yet just because I know nobody has yet to see her in anything on television or the radio.  I know she is trying to become  famous star and hopefully she will become one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me introduce you to this 5'5 with brown eyes, caramel complexion, smile like the sunrise, and got a body like heaven kind of girl.  Her name is... Anonymous.  Yea, that's right, Anonymous.  Her name is for me to know and for you guys to find out.  She is a model, a singer, and I believe a little bit of an actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I post up pics of her, I'll make this clear.  I am not a stalker or infatuated with this girl hah. I just kinda got a small crush on this girl.  It would be sweet to meet this girl but *sigh*, probably won't happen.  She's my kind of girl no doubt, Filipina, smart, cute, chill, talented, and alot of characteristics I would like to find in a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the writing, here is Anonymous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98PVYdcSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JWqKE7ACvbQ/s1600-h/j+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98PVYdcSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JWqKE7ACvbQ/s400/j+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079915507576828194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98X1YdcTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1x-sVSgFwcs/s1600-h/j+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98X1YdcTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1x-sVSgFwcs/s400/j+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079915653605716274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98fVYdcUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p5YZCr0KH3k/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98fVYdcUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p5YZCr0KH3k/s400/j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079915782454735170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98l1YdcVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1Xc1dfNMaek/s1600-h/j+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98l1YdcVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1Xc1dfNMaek/s400/j+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079915894123884882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98zlYdcWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/W5hrYFlUoB4/s1600-h/j+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98zlYdcWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/W5hrYFlUoB4/s400/j+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079916130347086178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn986FYdcXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/23JyGOj227o/s1600-h/j+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn986FYdcXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/23JyGOj227o/s400/j+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079916242016235890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute isn't she???  Holla at ya boy please?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-6683425852439458951?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6683425852439458951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6683425852439458951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/06/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rn98PVYdcSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JWqKE7ACvbQ/s72-c/j+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-4136819738218610881</id><published>2007-06-21T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:51:13.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Day Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ah yes, a two day affair in the city that I love, San Diego.  This time, having the time to actually chill and hang out with the pack.  Been a long minute since we had back to back days of actually hanging out and having a good time.  I'm still pretty tired from the past two days, but no need to complain because I was able to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, SCPA Class of 2007 Graduation + party at Matt's = good times.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Del Mar Fair + Crew + = fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the story begin...&lt;br /&gt;(Forewarning, I do not know why the hell I don't get sound everytime I upload a video on my computer. Please bare with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt's House for Graduation Party for Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3syA6g42JzM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3syA6g42JzM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yul looking like he's about to fight, but ends up jumping for joy like a lil' kid. LMAO (No beef).  Brandon, my bro and Jenisa jumping around in the astrojump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-2ZmOz0o5A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-2ZmOz0o5A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO at Brandon getting tripled submissioned and turning red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnxt-1Ydb5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2kuGZJatTiM/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnxt-1Ydb5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2kuGZJatTiM/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079055406016065426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrice Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnxublYdb6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/VJzKhr63rK4/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnxublYdb6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/VJzKhr63rK4/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079055899937304482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Mar Fair 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnxx8FYdb7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CSr24n5zc3g/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnxx8FYdb7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CSr24n5zc3g/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079059756817936306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the double decker bus cheesin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnxyT1Ydb8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/mJj3NsBJnok/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnxyT1Ydb8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/mJj3NsBJnok/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079060164839829442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yul, Matt, Hov, Micha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnxzcVYdb9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RqrCpIIFPzw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnxzcVYdb9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RqrCpIIFPzw/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079061410380345298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it always is, the fair was crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx0DVYdb-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ceGopeXOG8w/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx0DVYdb-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ceGopeXOG8w/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079062080395243490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearbook section.  SCPA got third place while Morse got first place.  Ironically, they both rode with almost the same title using the word "Define."  Maaaaddd whacksauce B. *SMH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx0zFYdb_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fOhxI8CQKXU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx0zFYdb_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fOhxI8CQKXU/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079062900733997042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay Bay Bay!!! Someone's artwork that I approve *Thumbs Up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx1GlYdcAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wJTcarlLBFo/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx1GlYdcAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wJTcarlLBFo/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079063235741446146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster childs for free hair cuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx2nVYdcBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SQ5oPqboXfQ/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx2nVYdcBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SQ5oPqboXfQ/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079064897893789714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Moy looking at the Bell yearbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXpi9dro_6E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXpi9dro_6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we wasted tickets on this fun house.  I actually enjoyed going through that maze when I was younger, not knowing the exact way out. But damn, going through that maze now was mad whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/odchWq6Ubtw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/odchWq6Ubtw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yul, Jr, Matt, and Hov rode the Kamikaze.  Me on the other hand, had to back down.  Just watching that ride made me nervous as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jK9iLAdg6T4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jK9iLAdg6T4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the guys I would ride at least one thrill ride for them since they know I ain't really a big fan of thrill rides.  It coulda been any ride at the fair as long as it didn't go upside down.  Well, they chose this ride.  It does actually look like a short ride, but for me, it felt like I forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx8YVYdcCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iIecL-02Brg/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx8YVYdcCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iIecL-02Brg/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079071237265518626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx8vFYdcDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZCGLqtQlkE/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx8vFYdcDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZCGLqtQlkE/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079071628107542578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In DJ Khaled's voice, "We The Best!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx9E1YdcEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dtkd5ZMYbE0/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx9E1YdcEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dtkd5ZMYbE0/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079072001769697346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yul and Brother Moy posted on the bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx9T1YdcFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8ILNYtmYBxY/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx9T1YdcFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8ILNYtmYBxY/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079072259467735122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yul's nap time.  Explanation from him, I guess the rides were making him feel light-headed especially the Kamikaze ride.  Once feeling light-headed, it leads him to sleep, thus explaining the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx90VYdcGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9KqcEQm7OWg/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx90VYdcGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9KqcEQm7OWg/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079072817813483618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hov and Micha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx-IlYdcHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LaUI_i1MXkU/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx-IlYdcHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LaUI_i1MXkU/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079073165705834610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fools dressing up like it's twin day at the fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx-Z1YdcII/AAAAAAAAAGs/l0GTNPjcoyY/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx-Z1YdcII/AAAAAAAAAGs/l0GTNPjcoyY/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079073462058578050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr and me eating the infamous Austrailian battered potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx-wVYdcJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VbR6GDeuM98/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx-wVYdcJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VbR6GDeuM98/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079073848605634706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table pic. Note: Yul is still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx_Q1YdcKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KOtTSxlEjtw/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx_Q1YdcKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KOtTSxlEjtw/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079074406951383202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister-in-law w/ Blood brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx_olYdcLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D6JdIrs1HRY/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnx_olYdcLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D6JdIrs1HRY/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079074814973276338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yul eating that Texas BBQ chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyAKFYdcMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tO965tmeBCQ/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyAKFYdcMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tO965tmeBCQ/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079075390498894018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyAbVYdcNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TrpjvW7_YQI/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyAbVYdcNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TrpjvW7_YQI/s400/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079075686851637458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger bros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyAsFYdcOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pqCGqoYxZWY/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyAsFYdcOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pqCGqoYxZWY/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079075974614446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyA5lYdcPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tRcTC3lcvv0/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyA5lYdcPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tRcTC3lcvv0/s400/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079076206542680306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrice Hermanos Pt. Deux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyBJFYdcQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7hyY5mccDug/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyBJFYdcQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7hyY5mccDug/s400/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079076472830652674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yul, EJ, Jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyBc1YdcRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8CuERNAtWP4/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RnyBc1YdcRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8CuERNAtWP4/s400/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079076812133069074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of pictures but it I uploading them all would be crazy.  I ran out of memory after that last shot and basically couldn't get any more footage or pics.  We were basically worn out by the end of the night.  It was a fun two days for me and I just wanna say thank you to the pack for making it fun.  Most of the videos and pics are courtesy of my brother Moy, so thank you also.  After my two week hiatus after surgery, hopefully we'll try to get big things poppin' again.  Till next time for the next summer adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-4136819738218610881?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4136819738218610881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4136819738218610881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-day-affair.html' title='Two Day Affair'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rnxt-1Ydb5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2kuGZJatTiM/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-5350913855068040157</id><published>2007-06-08T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:58:55.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yes, I'm getting my wisdom out.  No, not the wisdom that comes from out of our heads, but the wisdom teeth that supposedly grows out of our upper and lower jaws.  Around the ages of 18-25, in the back part of our gums on our jaws, there's a chance that a tooth could pop out from each corner of the jaws.  Those people that have their wisdom teeth come out have the chance to get surgery or not.  For those that do not grow their wisdom teeth at all, you guys are lucky as hell because there probably wouldn't be a need for any surgery to remove them.  Luckily (in a sarcastic way)  for me, I'm in the bunch where my wisdom teeth has come out and my dentist has recommended me to have them removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 28th, I'll be visiting the facial surgeon and I'm going to have my wisdom teeth surgically pulled out.  I've haven't had any kind of surgery in awhile and so the procedure won't really bother me since I'll be under anesthesia.  Problem is with me, the way their gonna be putting me to sleep is by sticking an IV through me.  After seeing many people have IV's stuck in the area above the elbow, just looking at that made me squirm a little bit.  Unfortunately, I'm not gonna be given a shot to my bicep, nor being given the gas mask that would make me drowsy.  They will be sticking me (No Homo) with an IV, which I'm hella nervous about.  One thought that bothers me about that is if they have a hard time trying to find the vein, and having to repeatedly poke me multiple times in that area just to find the vein, that's just gonna make me more nervous as Hell.  Needles are something that really makes me nervous but I got no choice but to take it and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I won't be awake during the procedure, I'm not really worried about them taking out the teeth.  One thing that's been on my mind though is the aftermath of the surgery.  The dentist basically nailed down the problems that have the chance to occur or are likely to occur: bleeding, losing sensation and numbness to my tongue and lips, swelling of the cheeks, stitches to my gums, soreness, and most importantly I won't be able to talk for at least two weeks.  So there goes two weeks of my summer, getting healed from surgery, not being able to do the things I want.  It's all good though, it's better doing it over the summer than during the semester.  One more note, the dentist said that it will take at least two months for the jaw bone to heal completely.  That's one thing that's scary as Hell with surgeries is the aftermath of it.  Once the anesthesia goes away and I start to feel the physically pain, that's the part I'm more scared about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendations of taking my wisdom teeth out came from my dentist.  Reasons being is that they can cause gum disease in hard to reach areas, can push teeth and cause misalignment, become harder to take out when a person gets older, cause crowding among the other teeth, and a few other reasons I forgot.  So yes, I'll be getting surgery to remove those damn wisdom teeth out and I'm nervous as Hell with the aftermath of the operation.  I got less than three weeks left until operation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-5350913855068040157?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/5350913855068040157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/5350913855068040157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/06/wisdom-out.html' title='Wisdom Out'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-5011435441464434548</id><published>2007-05-31T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:42:38.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Realization Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As of the past few days, I haven't really been all that.  Summer break is here and I'm suppose to be happy about that but so many things have gone through my head recently.  I'm not depressed at all but just upset at myself with the current state I have with people.  I've gotten angry, fluked on people, never there for anyone, thinking about myself, and many other reasons.  I don't know what's been going through my head but all these things I keep realizing, I wish I could do something about it.  I've questioned my actions so many times and tried to fix them but they wind up being negative again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days ago, my youngest brother and I got into an argument.  For some reason, we always end up in an argument about stupid things and he winds up not talking to me at all.  If I try to come to him and say sorry, he'll brush me off until the time he's ready.  With the argument we had two days ago, we haven't talked to each other since.  I got mad at him for telling me to go to the grocery store and buy him some sodas for a movie he wanted to do with his friends.  The reason I got mad was because for the millionth time, I let my emotions go too early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I picked him up from school, instead of sitting shotgun like he usually does, he sits in the back.  As I look into the rearview, I can see a depressed or sad face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whenever he asks me for something, I tend to get mad easily because he's always asks me to get him things.  Even if it's the most simplest thing like getting water, I'll get pissed.  That's how our arguments tend to start, usually by me.  Everytime we argue, he always distances himself from me and that's when I really wish I could take things back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realize when we argue is that how I always seem to get my emotions out in front.  I always seem to be sarcastic or have an angry tone whenever he asks me something because he always asks me to do things for him, even if it's the simplest things he could do on his own.  I realized that the only reason he always asks me to do things is because I'm his favorite brother.  He has told me that so many times and even has told his friends that.  Whenever I hear that, I realize that hopefully I can continue being that but there have been so many times where I have failed.  I've taken that role of the favorite brother for granted many times.  No doubt that I support what my youngest brother does and that I got love for him, but I wish that I could look at things a little more close in perspective and realize that there's no reason I should get mad at all when someone depends on you.  That's what I realized I have failed with with my youngest brother.  I take the favorite brother role for granted.  Many of things I have said to him, I wish I can take back because my youngest brother is a good kid and I want the best for him.  It's my fault sometimes that he get led into the wrong directions.  I just wish that I could be a better brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading alot of my old comments on myspace earlier and realized that I was close with alot of people.  After I got done, I realized that I've dug myself a deep hole, meaning that the closest friends I've got, I've distanced myself away from them.  I feel guilty about that.  I started feeling really bad when I didn't attend Jr's birthday bonfire last Saturday.  He's invited my to so many parties and gatherings that I think I fluked on all of them.  Not just have I fluked on them, but I fluked on many others that I consider close friends and have yet, not been able to make up times to hang out.  The more I think about fluking out, the more I feel guilty.  Most of the time, the real reason why I don't go out as much is because of my youngest brother.  Most of the time, I have to watch him or he has to at least be with me if I go to places.  Ever since my lola passed away, it's been hard for me to get out and have a life of my own.  She was the one that usually watched my youngest brother, but now that she is gone, the reins were given to me.  I usually have no problem with watching my brother, but there are times when I blame him for my friends not closely associating with me that much.  I blame him for the way I have distanced myself from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realized that I'm wrong for doing that.  It's not his fault at all for the reason being alot of people think I've distanced myself from them, the main fault is me.  Ever since that break I took in the beginning of last year, I've gained more interest from shielding myself from the public.  I got so use to staying away from people and doing my thing that I didn't really have problems not attending gatherings or parties I was invited to.  But at the same time, the way I hid away from people was an act of selfishness.  I realized I cared about me and didn't think about others.  I realized that I'm not a true friend.  I've failed at my role of being a true friend to the many I consider close to me.  I've taken alot of heat to as if why I haven't been there for many people.  Again, the main reason is that I have family obiligations now and it's not my family's fault and I will never blame anyone again but myself.  I've distanced myself from my friends not because I don't like them anymore or any other negative reason, but for the fact that family comes first to me now.  I took alot of things for granted when my lola was still alive and it hurts the hell out of me when I think about it.  Ever since she left, things started to slowly come through my head and than I realized that I was putting friends ahead of my own family.  But still to this day, I've still fluked on many invitations for gatherings and such.  Personally, I believe I have failed as a friend.  There's no other reason to why I have distance myself from everyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I just wish I had a twin or a clone because everyone relies on me.  I've taken that role of being the person to rely on for granted so many times and have gotten mad at people who shouldn't even received that nonsense from me.  I wish I had the chance to fulfill everyones' needs, but it seems I fail at that as well.  I'm sorry for being the person I am today.  I always thought I've done good but as time keeps going on, I realize I've been more negative than positive.  As of right now, I'm gonna take a break again for a little bit and realize the way things should be.  I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-5011435441464434548?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/5011435441464434548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/5011435441464434548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-realization-hits.html' title='When Realization Hits'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-5639963034326244154</id><published>2007-05-30T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:04:59.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want/Need These</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5lBcnPnmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AHblMmHW68Q/s1600-h/mixer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5lBcnPnmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AHblMmHW68Q/s400/mixer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070601306000825954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Mixer = $500- over $1000 range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5kr8nPnlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/poVkp_1L9EA/s1600-h/sub+woofer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5kr8nPnlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/poVkp_1L9EA/s400/sub+woofer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070600936633638482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackie Subwoofer = $500-$900 range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5kbMnPnkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7YnC5qx7IHg/s1600-h/headphones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5kbMnPnkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7YnC5qx7IHg/s400/headphones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070600648870829634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer DJ Headphones = $60-$120 range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5kJ8nPnjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rOKQGzfAWwQ/s1600-h/amp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5kJ8nPnjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rOKQGzfAWwQ/s400/amp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070600352518086194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crown Amplifier = $200-$500 range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5j1MnPniI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5p_tF333T-A/s1600-h/cd+mixer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5j1MnPniI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5p_tF333T-A/s400/cd+mixer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070599996035800610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer CD Deck = $600-over $1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5jacnPnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sdvxzsyY1o0/s1600-h/technics+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5jacnPnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sdvxzsyY1o0/s400/technics+deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070599536474299922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tecnics Turntable Deck + 1 more = around over the $1000 range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5zIMnPnnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RYp6cOYUkno/s1600-h/setup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5zIMnPnnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RYp6cOYUkno/s400/setup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070616815127731826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.E. Overall DJ Setup should look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all the major necessities I need to become a DJ.  I've been watching alot of DJ videos on youtube, learning techniques, listening to tutorials, finding websites with legit material for reasonable prices, etc.  I've been feenin' more and more for the materials as the more I watch the set ups of many DJ's (No Homo).  I really wanna have my own set up and start doing the business.  It makes me wonder how the hell can all these people afford that much for DJ gear.  That's not even including vinyl records which I'm pretty sure might be pricey as well.  I'm going to have to be ballin' for real if I'm gonna accomplish in getting those.  It's way far beyond my reach as of now.  How am I gonna get the money?  That's to be concluded...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-5639963034326244154?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/5639963034326244154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/5639963034326244154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/05/necessities-of-dj.html' title='I Want/Need These'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rl5lBcnPnmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AHblMmHW68Q/s72-c/mixer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-6816352506549273881</id><published>2007-05-26T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:43:26.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ep Ep Ere Ere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One thing that upsets me about myself is how I don't have any talents or a type of hobby that would seem to take up some personal time.  I got a brother who break dances, another brother that is beginning to be a expert movie maker, and another brother that works on stage plays.  I got friends who produce music, sing, rap, collect memoribilla from their favorite things, and a bunch of other hobbies and talents.  That's one thing I've been lacking throughout my life, is a hobby that I would love to do during time off or to relieve some stress and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been one thing that I have been sighting my sights on that I hope to plan on being one day and have as an off the side gig.  Being a DJ.  Yes, I want to become a DJ.  I've been thinking about that for the longest time now and I'm seriously considering being one.  That's been one of the main interests I've been wanting to get into outside of being a nurse.  My love for Hip Hop and R and B is influencing me more to become one one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many will think that DJing is a form of art, even though it has been for many years just like break dancing, rapping, and whatever else that expresses feeling.  During past school dances and seeing club atmospheres on television, you should notice that the DJ controls the whole atmosphere of the place.  They are the ones that set the tone, allowing people to just free themselves and enjoy the music that's gonna be playing.  I've always wanted to be the one that would make people wild out and enjoy themselves by playing the hottest music and hopefully I can be that one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course right now, I lack the funds to support myself with the equipment.  All the equipment ranging from dual turntables to a mixer to a cd player and speaker can range from $500 to over $1000 and that's not even including the vinyl records.  I've been searching for websites that sell the equipment and so far I've found a couple good sites.  I need to get some hook ups from other people that DJ and find out where they get their equipment at and maybe get some tips from them (No Homo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main focus right now is to get into nursing. Once I accomplish that goal and get that good cashflow, better believe that for the spare change I have, I will be investing in DJing.  It's gonna be a side gig of mine to enjoy as a hobby and hopefully earn a side of extra cash.  I'm really gonna take this DJ thing serious.  When people use to tell me I should be a DJ, I would just laugh it off and I didn't really listen.  Now it's something I really want to take part in and make myself become a professional DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get the funds, the months of training and understanding of DJing, ya better holla at ya boy if you want the hook ups.  I'll be a DJ for whoever wants me to be there just as long as the cashflow is straight.  Parties, weddings, family gatherings, or whatever, holla.  One more thing, DJ E.Jay will not be present anymore.  Let it be known that DJ Effexx aka Special Effexx aka SFX will be in the building.  I'm serious with this.  My goal and some investment will go into DJing.  With God's help, let's hope I make it come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rlio0snPnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/wIyuj6GCVzU/s1600-h/DJ+Turntables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rlio0snPnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/wIyuj6GCVzU/s400/DJ+Turntables.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068987003887918578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In Homer Simpson's Voice*"Hmmmm...Sexy...Ahhhhhhhh" (No Homo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RlipT8nPngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GGo_7o8PX08/s1600-h/vinyl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RlipT8nPngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GGo_7o8PX08/s400/vinyl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068987540758830594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be carrying crates of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-6816352506549273881?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6816352506549273881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6816352506549273881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/05/ep-ep-ere-ere.html' title='Ep Ep Ere Ere'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rlio0snPnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/wIyuj6GCVzU/s72-c/DJ+Turntables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-4348214442388805576</id><published>2007-05-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:22:22.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Peek 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAzkKUPaVlA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAzkKUPaVlA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found the video for this song today and it just surprised me.  I wasn't even expecting a music video for this song since I heard it wasn't gonna be the official single.  I don't even know if this will be the official music video, but who cares, they made a video.  The song is from Kanye West, "Can't Tell Me Nothing."  I've been having this song on my myspace page for almost a week and the first thing that stuck out was the sound of the track.  Probably one of the more darker tracks I've heard from Kanye West and yea what I like most about this song is the beat.  Kanye West did his thing with the lyrics and the subject, which he tryna tell people that they can't say ish to Kanye West no more.  I didn't really feel the song at first but after listening to it so many times, it grew on me.  The video isn't really that much though with him just hanging out in the desert and stuff, but the song makes up for it.  I can't wait till he drops his next cd "Graduation" something during the fall.  By the way, make sure to check out my myspace every week because I'll try my best to post up new songs for first time listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-4348214442388805576?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4348214442388805576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4348214442388805576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/05/video-peek-2.html' title='Video Peek 2'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-8771892696293872593</id><published>2007-05-20T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T02:15:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Of The Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Just looking back, I can't believe the year so far has gone this fast or maybe I can.  It's already the mid to late May and we're almost reaching in on half a year in less than two weeks.  I realized how fast the spring semester came by with a quickness.  Alot of university and state folks already finished with their finals while us comminity folks are just about to get ready to gear up for our finals week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, you might think I have it easy for finals week with me just taking two classes during this spring.  An english class and an anatomy class.  With english, I have to revise my final essay and to make sure I can perfect it or at least get an A grade on it so I could end up with an A in the class.  If I can pull that off, that will look good on my record and for the people that admit the students applying for the nursing program.  Basically english 101 or freshman english is one of the major requirements I need to apply for the program.  Hopefully I can pull out with an A in the class, not only for my record but also for knowing that I've done my best in that class.  I pulled an A on my revision on my fourth essay which I did horrible on and now I'm hoping that I can pull an A on my final revision on my last essay.  The final for that class, I'm not really worried about.  The final will be in essay form and I believe it would be hard to get a low grade on an essay based test, especially if the topic deals with my class experience throughout the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try reading and memorizing 350 questions with their answers in less than a week.  It might sound easy, but really though, that's alot of time I'm going to have to spend during the next several days on trying to nail those questions done.  It's not hard but the amount that I have to know for the final can be really stressful and time consuming.  One thing that I kinda don't like about our final in that class is that the teacher picks out a 100 random questions and they could be in any order so basically, I will be studying 350 questions to just answer 100 out of the group.  I wish they gave us the 100 questions beforehand but that would just be a freebie final for us, which I wouldn't mind at all.  I'm really hoping I can pull this final with at least an A so hopefully I can get at least a B for an overall class grade.  I do not know if I'm still of capable of reaching A status for an overall grade since I haven't calculated my grade and me having a hard time learning during the first half of the semester, but I won't be able to tell until the grades come out.  It would be sweet pulling off an A in the class since that would make my record very impressive but I doubt it.  I struggled throughout most of the semester and the only time I gained points was near the end.  I'll just have to wait on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone that has their finals, hopefully you guys are already studying and getting your work together.  Good luck with whatever business you guys gotta handle and once this week is over, summer vacation will be just around the corner. &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/6844018337106712035-8771892696293872593?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8771892696293872593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8771892696293872593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/05/week-of-finals.html' title='Week Of The Finals'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-9025639905618754151</id><published>2007-05-13T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:19:51.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word To Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my mom especially. Without her, I would be nothing in this world. She was the one that gave me my place her on earth and I've been blessed to have one of the nicest, loving, caring moms out there. She has supported me throughout the choices I have made, has watched my back when I needed help, and she is one of the main reason why I am the person I am today. Just wanted to say I love you mom and thank you for all the great things you've have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNcloTmvTeA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNcloTmvTeA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Pac- Dear Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7W75O-x2C3s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7W75O-x2C3s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyz II Men- A Song For Mama&lt;br /&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/6844018337106712035-9025639905618754151?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/9025639905618754151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/9025639905618754151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/05/word-to-mother_13.html' title='Word To Mother'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-3066661983352425269</id><published>2007-05-10T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:51:58.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sniffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Damn, what a week it has been so far. I've gone through alot just these past three days and it ain't even done yet.  I've had to tackle a horrible cold that I just randomly caught Monday night, two ten pages in one day, graphing studying for anatomy, and prolly the biggest thing I have to do, lab practical studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because the whole day on Monday, I was feeling all healthy and I had no cold.  I woke the next morning to get ready for school, I find out I have a sore throat and I start spitting out flem.  Then I'm thinking to myself, how the hell do I get a cold in this kind of weather? Especially since the last time I was sick in any way over a year ago.  I've been having throbbing headaches that's been giving me a hard time tryna focus in on my work, my eyes have been sore, and of course, the runny nose that never stops.  What a pefect time to get sick also. Prolly the hardest week out of three weeks of school left, I had to get sick this week.  So much on the plate, but so little time and so little effort I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly the one thing I hate about writing my essays for english class is that I always do my final draft the night before it's due.  And I always end up staying up doing my essay until the sun rises.  Just like last night, I pulled an all-nighter, tryna work on two essays, one a revision and another a first final draft.  The previous essays, I pulled all-nighters also, staying up until the sun rised.  But with the last two essays I did last night, I tried my best to edit my revision one but with the other final draft, I decided to wing it.  In our class, we get three revisions to any three papers and I basically saved my three revisions for the final three essays because I knew they would be the hardest.  With me being all drowsy and sick all night, I prolly wrote one of my worst essays ever for the last essay.  I don't even know if I stayed on track with the guidelines and that if my evidence and sources were good enough.  At least I got a revision left so yea, I wouldn't be surprised if I get an F on that essay when we get it back next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With anatomy, there's so much stuff that due on so little time.  I have a graphing test tomorrow that's worth 20 points and I still haven't studied for it.  Trust me, 20 points may sound like nothing, but in this class, you need all the points possible.  It's gonna take at least 2 hours to get everything down in my head and hopefully I can pull it off just in time for tomorrow.  Finally, my lab practical is this Saturday.  Prolly the biggest test I am going to be taking this whole semester.  150 points total for a three part test and I've only had studied about half of the required material.  I'm prolly gonna have a jam session tomorrow at class and after school and yea I just can't wait for this week to come to an end.   Plus, with me being sick and all, I wonder how I'm going to have time energy and attention to study everything  and be ready for my exams.   I guess I'll just have to wait until the time comes and see how I do.&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/6844018337106712035-3066661983352425269?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3066661983352425269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3066661983352425269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/05/sniffles.html' title='The Sniffles'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-8282462770787454202</id><published>2007-05-06T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:36:11.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last night was a night that I haven't had in a long time.  Just hanging out, catching up with folks, wild n' out, and other good stuff.  For those that didn't know, Enrilo's sister Meryl had her debut last night and it was pretty chill.  It was the very first debut I was invited to and attended.  Everything was all fun and laughs at the place and I had fun no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lacking of my special guest apperances the past couple of years to the many people I wanted to pay a visit to, last night was my chance to see whuddup to the people that I hadn't seen in a while.  Big shout out to the TS crew no doubt.  Jr, Yul, my bro, Matt, and Hov for letting me catch up with them and acting a fool.  It's funny cause I noticed the only time I'll really try to wild out is if all of us is complete.  I basically caught up with Hov and Micha as a couple for the first time ever.  It didn't really bother me at all that they are going out just as long as they are happy.  Good times at our table with Nick and my bro with the passing the spoon game lol.  Nick was actually throwing the utensils at Hov and Micha which eventually got them out.  Me, Yul, Matt, and Hov were just messing around the table, cracking jokes, striking conversations, and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were alumni and current scpa students that I hadn't seen in a long time.  Basically alot of the younger folks that I know me were surprised to see me there.  I got alot of "I haven't seen you in a long time," or "I'm surprised to see you," and other sayings also.  Last time I really seen most of the younger folks was when I was still a senior in high school so that's been a long time coming.  There were a few people that didn't make it who I wish could of went because I haven't seen them also in awhile.  It was fun catching up with the folks again and seeing what's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I had a fun night, I kinda had these small thoughts that I was thinking about during the times when I was alone in the party.  I noticed that alot of folks I hadn't seen in awhile all had their special someone with them.  When everyone at my table left to watch the home movie, I was left alone with my brother at the table.  Right there, I just thought to myself that damn, alot of people there had a boo while I'm still on the free agent market.  Not to say that I've been depressed about it but that got me thinking that I can't wait to have that special girl one day, hopefully soon.  I noticed that the couples would be doing all the lovey dovey stuff and in a way, it kind of made me sad a little bit just because I've been wondering, when will it be my turn. I don't have to a get girl right away but just as long as I don't have to wait forever.  Not to take away from the debut shine, I'll talk more about the girl situation later on maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have nothing left to say so I'll just post up some pics for your viewing pleasure.  I wish I could of took more but oh well, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj44vEEy2AI/AAAAAAAAADE/7N8xCBscErc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj44vEEy2AI/AAAAAAAAADE/7N8xCBscErc/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061545412409874434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back For The First Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj45PEEy2BI/AAAAAAAAADM/-bHwmtrKx7o/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj45PEEy2BI/AAAAAAAAADM/-bHwmtrKx7o/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061545962165688338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the seester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj45pUEy2CI/AAAAAAAAADU/FTVibR7NT_Q/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj45pUEy2CI/AAAAAAAAADU/FTVibR7NT_Q/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061546413137254434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coming of Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj46bUEy2DI/AAAAAAAAADc/4mieeRjL7K0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj46bUEy2DI/AAAAAAAAADc/4mieeRjL7K0/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061547272130713650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Homo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj47E0Ey2EI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xuw18XChDYc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj47E0Ey2EI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xuw18XChDYc/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061547985095284802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting Stance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6844018337106712035-8282462770787454202?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8282462770787454202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8282462770787454202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/05/bittersweet-night.html' title='Debut Debut'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/Rj44vEEy2AI/AAAAAAAAADE/7N8xCBscErc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-7624298218133807385</id><published>2007-04-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:02:53.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With regarding to that summer plan thing, I'm actually leaning more on taking a break right now.  I've realized that school's been my priorty for the longest time now and basically I just need to take a break from reading and tests and all the other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave some good thoughts on what I should do and I realized that this summer might be my last chance to go out and actually do things because hopefully by next summer, I'll be looking for a nursing assistant job as long as I get my general ed done after next spring semester.  Basically at my school, the nursing program there only accepts twelve students from what I heard from other people and there's usually a long list of applicants that apply.  I heard the wait will be long and so when I get my general ed out of the way, I can apply for that nursing program.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to wait and so I'll look at some opportunites to hopefully work as a nursing assistant by next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that some people are moving to different parts of the state or somewhere around the country by next year and the summer's the perfect time to go out and chill before fall semester starts and I start to fluke on people again.  I'm planning to use this summer as a way to catch up with people I haven't seen in awhile and just have an actual life outside of school and home.  I've been lacking at going out the house and hanging out with people and so I'mma need to catch up and step my game up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few things I got planned for the summer.  Two that I missed last summer was catching a Padre game and going to the Del Mar Fair.  I've been to Petco Park twice and that was when it first opened in 2004.  It's already 2007 and in betwen that time, I've been to Petco Park zero times ever since.  Petco Park is a great looking part not only for its structure, but the view of downtown and the ocean.  The surroundings around Petco Park make San Diego a beautiful place to live and be in outside the ghetto parts.  Plus, the Padres are my team for baseball so I gotta represent and I still gotta teach the homie Jayson, the rules of baseball lol.  Del Mar Fair is a place where my family and I use to go to alot back in the late 90's and basically that's the last time I've been there.  It's a great place to go around and take part in rides and festivities and the food there is real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few girls from high school that I need to catch up after fluking on them how many times.  Whatever they wanna do I'll be down and yea basically just some one on one time to catch up with each other's lives.  Kels, you are included in that mix so don't trip lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the biggest thing I wanna get accomplished, which hopefully will happen is going up to LA and going around places.  Medieval Times, The Block, Hollywood Blvd., maybe Disneyland, and a few other places have been grabbing my attention for a long minute.  If I do make it to at least some of those places during the summer, than I will be fully satisfied with myself for reaching those goals and having a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than again, I still got school in the way with alot of school work left and finals coming pretty soon.  Maybe some people might not want to hang out with me or even me missing out on the hang out days my friends propose for me.  Hopefully everything will be right as I planned and that the summer will be something I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully...&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/6844018337106712035-7624298218133807385?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7624298218133807385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7624298218133807385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/04/game-plan.html' title='Game Plan'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-4666383855670349734</id><published>2007-04-16T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:55:43.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute Jackie Robinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/Robinson_Jackie_autog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/Robinson_Jackie_autog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was meaning to do this post yesterday because it would have matched the importance of this post, but instead I'll just discuss about it right now.  You don't really necessarilly have to know baseball fact for fact to know this person because he has become a well-recognized icon for 60 years now.  Jackie Robinson is a hall of fame baseball player that is not only known for his stats and awards on the baseball field, but he helped revolutionized in some way the country we live in nowdays.  Jackie Robinson is such an iconic figure, that the amount of credit he deserves cannot add up to what he had done in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 15, 1947, Jackie Robinson became the first ever African American baseball player to ever play the game.  He was the first person to ever break the color barrier in the game in baseball that sparked many minorities that are playing the game today.  He helped revolutionized the country by showing that their were opportunities for many minorties to earn a living and that accomplishing goals were possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took extra steps in his display of equal opportunity by risking his life against the racism and negativity that he had to endure during his time of play.  During his career, he was criticized for the color of his skin, he received death threats because many people doubted him, and he would be spit on because people thought he was a disgrace to the sport of baseball.  Even most of his own teammates were against him playing alongside them.  The things that he had to endure during his time that era and the way he handled things shows that he was a strong person.  He took part in the NAACP, to help fight the racism that was going around with colored people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Robinson was not just a hall of fame player with a great career, but he was also a person that has helped change the country's outlook on minorities.  He showed that being the first African American to play baseball was a sign to many minorities that their hopes can be received if chances are taken.  He believed that segregation was unfair and that minorities should be given a chance to prove and show themselves worthy of accomplishing their goals.  Without Jackie Robinson, who knows what would still be going on today.  The players that play sports wouldn't be diverse.  Their would not be any diversity anywhere.  He helped recognize that along with Martin Luther King Jr.  Many followers followed Robinson's footsteps in other sports where the first African American manager in baseball would be hired, the first African American NFL would play, the first all-African American team would take place, and many others historic break throughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to honor Jackie Robinson because he is a big part of this country's history.  Not just from a sport's view but also in the country's view.  Many people have heard this name but don't know anything about him.  He has made a huge impact in today's society.  Without him, their wouldn't be any minorites playing basketball, baseball, football, and other sports.  There also wouldn't be chances for minorties to get opportunities at what they would want to work as or accomplish in.  Jackie Robinson was not just a great player on the diamond, but also a historic figure that helped show minorities that they could be given a chance to succeed and accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-4666383855670349734?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4666383855670349734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4666383855670349734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/04/salute-jackie-robinson.html' title='Salute Jackie Robinson'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-7078501170587994322</id><published>2007-04-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:39:31.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Cartoonie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RiL4kOwfLyI/AAAAAAAAACs/a57aE-WKwas/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RiL4kOwfLyI/AAAAAAAAACs/a57aE-WKwas/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053875033183563554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Moy) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From L-R: Yul, Hov, EJ, Bang, JR, Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RiL5MuwfLzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6eV25Wp0qaY/s1600-h/TS_Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RiL5MuwfLzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6eV25Wp0qaY/s400/TS_Cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053875728968265522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Matt) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From L-R: EJ, Yul, Bang, Hov, JR, Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I just thought it would be fun to post of these cartoon drawing of TS.  Instead of posting up real life pics of the group, you got the cartoon versions of us.  Both drawings are hella sick and creative.   Props to the artists of both, my brother Moy for the first one, and Matt to the second drawing.  What if we did have our own cartoon show??? That would be some crazy stuff right there lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-7078501170587994322?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7078501170587994322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/7078501170587994322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-cartoonie.html' title='Crazy Cartoonie'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RiL4kOwfLyI/AAAAAAAAACs/a57aE-WKwas/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-3311006964812956553</id><published>2007-04-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:32:41.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Peek 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, I'm back with my video peek series. Previews on new music videos, throwback videos or whatever else kind of videos that will catch your attention. As of late, I've been posting some music videos on my myspace. Make sure you check those out too because I'll be posting up new videos before anybody else. Well, I'll try to post them up before anybody else lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23dWApnJEUA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23dWApnJEUA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Let me start if off with two of the latest music videos out there right now. First up is T-Pain featuring Yung Joc- Buy U A Drank. I ain't gonna lie but this song has been stuck in my head for days. It's that kind of song where if you hear it once or maybe twice, you'll get addicted to it. Basically it's a snap r and b song and yea I actually thought snap music was dead for now but I guess it's still here in some form. The music video takes place in the club with people partying, making it rain, and all that good stuff that goes down in the club lol. It's an average video but it sure damn is a good r and b club song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEWsnGTIV5Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEWsnGTIV5Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second video is Rich Boy- Boy Looka Here.  In My Opinion, Rich Boy as in artist is kinda whack in a way.  No doubt he has good club songs that people could go wild out with but I can barely understand what the hell he says in his songs.  I ain't disrespecting his hustle but damn that southern accent kinda kills it for me because I can't understand his lyrics.  But back to the video, it deals with a mardi gras theme with Las Vegas to Alabama.  The only thing I really like about this song is the beat.  That beat is infectious.  Off topic but I tried to download the instrumental of the song onto my phone just cause the beat is real nice but damn T-Mobile don't let you preview ringtones before you buy them and so they ripped me off.  The ringtone I downloaded with the same title as the song above was completely different.  Ish pissed me off lol.  But yea, the video is aight, the beat is nice but the lyrics are bad. Lastly, dude kinda look like an alien lol no homo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-3311006964812956553?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3311006964812956553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/3311006964812956553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/04/video-peek-1.html' title='Video Peek 1'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-6040268179385322715</id><published>2007-04-10T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:19:20.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even if it's way before summer, I've been thinking alot lately on what I should do this summer.  It's been bothering me and that I hope I can make the right choice and see that it would be worth it at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, I decided to take a summer class to try to get one class out of the way for my general ed.  If you guys remember, I took Chemistry 100 because I needed that class to sign up for the nursing program at my school.  Well, it didn't turn out the way I was expecting it because in an 8 week course, 4 classes a week for 3 hours, it was like a jam pack session of notes and labs and tests.  I winded up with a low F and I dropped on the last day people could drop a class.  My thoughts after that was that I wasted that money when it coulda been saved or used for something else.  Also, my whole summer that time was wasted because I was in school for almost two months and eventually dropped out with two weeks left on the schedule.  In a way, I coulda got that class out of the way so I wouldn't have to take it no more but now I must take it during a full semester so I won't mess up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, I've been thinking about taking a summer class again.  The problem is, I don't wanna end up with the same problem as last year where I go to school just to drop out at the end.  I only have four more classes I have left for my general ed which are mircobiology, chemistry, political science, and history.  I was planning on probably taking two out of the four and take them this fall and take the other two the following spring.  But seizing the opportunity to get a class done with in eight weeks is also good depending on the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a fun summer and go out to the things I told people that I wanted to go to last summer which I failed at accomplishing but at the same time, I feel like getting done with at least one class out of the way.  If I don't take any summer classes, I'm planning on finding a job hopefully and get back into shape by working out.  I've been lacking at both.  If I do take a class, it will either be political science, history, or both because I know I won't be able to handle a science in a span of eight weeks.  I really wanna use the summer to catch up with alot of people I haven't seen in a long time but I also feel like getting my required classes done with so I could concentrate on the science I would have to take the following semesters.  I'mma have to weight out the pros and cons and hopefully I could decided what I'll want to do for this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-6040268179385322715?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6040268179385322715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/6040268179385322715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-dilemma.html' title='Summer Dilemma'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-4397439414182238562</id><published>2007-04-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:50:55.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Breaker '07</title><content type='html'>Well, Spring Break is done and over with.  It was chill and nice overall the past week.  Can't believe it just flew by like that.  Good thing is, seven more weeks of school is left with 26 days left also.  But back to the subject, Spring Break this year was a bit more productive than last year's spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Wrestlemania on PPV with the homeboys, going around Otay, going to Long Beach and chilling with other family members, and one of the most important things is getting rest and not having to think about anything about school.  Last year, I really wasn't up to much because it was during that time where I had took that break from everyone.  I wish I coulda done more this break and spend more time with other people but the schedule, situations, and time I was having during break was kinda hard to hit people up and see what's up.  I basically was down in San Diego for a few days because I had to take my mom to work and she left me with her car those days were I dropped her off.  The only problem was is that whereever I go, I gotta take my younger brothers along especially my youngest bro.  I can't go to that many places if I have him around so that's why I kinda get restricted with hanging out with alot of people and going out to actual places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the whole break was chill.  Me watching a wrestling PPV has been a long time coming and watching Wrestlemania was actually fun even though the actual event was not really all that.  Being around the TS and hearing them crack jokes, showing emotions on who they want to win and who they want to lose, the push seen around the world lol, and just chilling and seeing the dudes again was all good no homo.  Yes, I still watch wrestling here and there but it's not like I'm really a big fan of it as I once was as a kid.  Wrestling just helps me pass by the time and yea again, it was nice watching Wrestlemania on PPV instead of having to wait to see the results online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week, my brothers and I decided to hit up Hov and see what's good.  Everyone else was basically at work or doing their own thing so Hov was the last resort to get at.  He wanted me to come with him to Ross so he could get a discount from my Auntie who works there and so we planned on what to do before going to Ross.  My bro decided to go to Plaza Bonita so he could pick up his girlfriend.  I decided to just go to Plaza with my youngest bro and Hov and when we got there, we decided to just walk around awhile.  I was looking at the stores to see what I wanted to buy and there were a couple of shoes and a pair of shades that I was kinda feenin' for.  They looked very fresh but I decided just to save my money for something later on.  We saw a couple familiar faces around the mall and it was good to see some people I haven't seen in awhile.  After that, we decided to all go to Otay and see the "brand new" mall they have over there which I was told from Matt and Hov.  When we got there, the place was far from what I expected.  I thought it was an indoor mall or whatever and it ended up being like an outdoor outlet of stores.  The location and the look of the place was hella nice but the stores weren't really all that for my liking.  We decided to go eat out at Wendy's and just talk and reminicse and we ended staying there for awhile.  We went up to Ross after that so Hov could buy his polo and tie.  Called it a day after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically to make a long story short, the last part of the week was spent going back and forth my Temec, San Diego, and Long Beach.  My three bros, mom, and I basically was road tripping on the 15 and 5 and damn it really took a toll on us.  First day in Long Beach, was to go to a dentist appointment we were scheduled for and than after suffering in traffic, we went down to SD to visit my lolo and other family and spend the time there.  We headed back up to Temec and rested there for the night.  On Easter, we woke up at 6 to attend church at 7 and when we got there, it was full of people.  No more seats left and everyone crowding in the back of the church.  After a few hours, we headed up to Long Beach to chill with my other family members.  We were stuck in traffic again and eventually got lost for awhile after my mom bought some Filipino desserts.  When we got to my relatives', we ate, took pics, talked and bunch of other stuff.  We left around 11 pm and while my mom and youngest bro took the 15 to go back to Temec, I rode with my uncles, aunt, lolo, and brother on the 5 to SD.  We arrived around 2 am and we all went to sleep.  I left SD around 11 am and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics from spring break (and yea FINALLY posting pics lol):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MbMERgQGf7c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MbMERgQGf7c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Push" Seen Around The World (Moy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsS6K0KJbI/AAAAAAAAABE/NySXRN1oEpU/s1600-h/IMG_6060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsS6K0KJbI/AAAAAAAAABE/NySXRN1oEpU/s400/IMG_6060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051652197570979250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Sky In Otay (Moy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsTYq0KJdI/AAAAAAAAABU/mLbu7rWKtQw/s1600-h/IMG_6067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsTYq0KJdI/AAAAAAAAABU/mLbu7rWKtQw/s400/IMG_6067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051652721556989394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strollin' (Moy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsT0q0KJeI/AAAAAAAAABc/652w42g8nUM/s1600-h/IMG_6082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsT0q0KJeI/AAAAAAAAABc/652w42g8nUM/s400/IMG_6082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051653202593326562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bang 12:20 (Moy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsUj60KJfI/AAAAAAAAABk/IwzMIDXeZn0/s1600-h/IMG_6095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsUj60KJfI/AAAAAAAAABk/IwzMIDXeZn0/s400/IMG_6095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051654014342145522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm...Wendy's (Moy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsU0a0KJgI/AAAAAAAAABs/jp_paxhwowc/s1600-h/IMG_6111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsU0a0KJgI/AAAAAAAAABs/jp_paxhwowc/s400/IMG_6111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051654297809987074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B,E,J (Moy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsVKa0KJhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/orsERUH-8zo/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsVKa0KJhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/orsERUH-8zo/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051654675767109138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsVYa0KJiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OKqyocB_Yls/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsVYa0KJiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OKqyocB_Yls/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051654916285277730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In-N-Out at Norwalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsVra0KJjI/AAAAAAAAACE/Eqy7WeG9X04/s1600-h/212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsVra0KJjI/AAAAAAAAACE/Eqy7WeG9X04/s400/212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051655242702792242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Really Long Pole lol  (Moy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsWYK0KJlI/AAAAAAAAACU/oouy2dAnmhk/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsWYK0KJlI/AAAAAAAAACU/oouy2dAnmhk/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051656011501938258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moy and Eeej (Moy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsWqa0KJmI/AAAAAAAAACc/mbq2VGLw9RI/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsWqa0KJmI/AAAAAAAAACc/mbq2VGLw9RI/s400/132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051656325034550882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eeej and Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsW3q0KJnI/AAAAAAAAACk/NrFxkOHmrWk/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsW3q0KJnI/AAAAAAAAACk/NrFxkOHmrWk/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051656552667817586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You, Come Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844018337106712035-4397439414182238562?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4397439414182238562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/4397439414182238562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-breaker-07.html' title='Spring Breaker &apos;07'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVIU2j5PWXw/RhsS6K0KJbI/AAAAAAAAABE/NySXRN1oEpU/s72-c/IMG_6060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844018337106712035.post-8674302385300749153</id><published>2007-04-03T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:51:18.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me Snitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I'm back with the blogging.  It's been too long of a minute since I last made any kind of entry.  Most of you know that I've switch blogging homes just to get more of a comfortable feel with blogging because the other site I was at, wasn't really me.  With this new blog, I'm really hoping in staying here for a long time and no doubt I will try my best to give you guys the updates as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been saying since I got my laptop, it's a new era for me and anything goes now since I got my new laptop.  It's a real good feeling knowing that I could do whatever I want now on my own computer and that I gotta use it to its full potential.  On my blog, I'mma still post up video peeks of old or no videos and just talk about them. I'mma post up pics FINALLY to those that I kept saying that I would post up pics and I let down.  Whatever's in my mind or going on in my life, I'mma try to put it down as in entry on here.  I'm sorry for my old blogs where if you guys think they were repeat of topics or boring as hell, I'mma just do me and see what it do from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better believe, I will try my best to make my blog interesting in some sort of way because I want you guys to at least read what I write.  Doesn't matter if you hate it or love it, as long as I get your attention, it's all good in my book.  I feel hella refreshed starting a new blog and I will supply whatever I have in store on here.  There's one thing that I will ask of you readers to do with my blog.  Just don't give it to anyone PERIOD.  I'mma make this one private and to those that receive my link from me, will prolly be the only readers I get on here.  Tryna keep my business out from everyone and yea you guys know how much of a private person I can be nowadays.  Just keep this blog on the low, and we all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm happy to be back blogging and writing down life stories or random ish and hopefully I can last long with this blog.  It's my new era, my new shine, my new freedom and no doubt I gotta live up to it.  Ya better recognize whose back cause it's me snitches!&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/6844018337106712035-8674302385300749153?l=realtalkej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8674302385300749153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844018337106712035/posts/default/8674302385300749153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkej.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-me-snitches.html' title='It&apos;s Me Snitches!'/><author><name>EJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/ejaysworld/jk-1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
