<?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-1602825</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:57:44.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4wordmotion.com</title><subtitle type='html'>A detailed log of what's going on in the life of Mr. Jerrymain M. Carlos (soon to be creator of 4wordmotion.com)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-85390450</id><published>2002-12-02T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T11:39:24.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it’s been one really really long break from Blogger. It’s not like I was doing something that was time consuming, preventing me from writing. To be truly honest I didn’t have much to say. I was at a period in my life where a daily, weekly, or even a monthly report would say the exact same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Got up took a shower. Watched TV. Read a little. Ate. Now going to bed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s that for chillin! Up until recently, that was my life. However, now I’ve been rejuvenated. Driven to wake up at 6-6:30, get ready, and go to WORK! Yup, I’sa gots me a J-O-B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why have I decided to write, after telling people that I’d be too busy to even hangout? Well, basically, I have a full day of free-time. Today’s schedule is very light considering that I’m 1) New and don’t know much and 2) My boss is out of the office. I was left with light duties. So I thought I’d preoccupy some time by writing today. Just like I had at my last job, when times were slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW JOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s great! I couldn’t ask for anything more. Definitely worth sacrificing 3-4 months of payable work at home hours. I am currently sitting in a chair located in downtown San Francisco. I have just completed my supply order form. I got me a nice new gel mouse pad. I’ve been given yet another laptop! Sweet! After looking at the benefits package I’m pretty happy. We even have a concierge desk, discounts on all kinds of tix. I like the bus ride to BART. I’m getting a lot of reading done. There are lots of places to eat around here. I love people watching as I stroll along (However, all the eye candy is giving me whiplash!). I have friends close by, a.k.a. lunch buddies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downsides, gotta remember things better. (I forgot my bills on the dinner room table) Parking at BART sucks on Mondays after 7:20am. (I’m not doing that again. I’m buying my BART Plus tix today!). I still have at least 21/2 months left before I really get used to working here. (I’m like a sponge, just trying to soak up as much as I can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAYS&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;It’s that time of year again! So far those who’s birthday’s have passed are the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov.15 Ed Soriano&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 27 Mello Salvador&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 1 Jenn Nolasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week alone, at my company, there are birthdays all this week, my boss, her peer, and another co-worker. Wow! There are a lot of December Bdays. Speaking of which, it’s my youngest sister’s, as well as my, birthday this 24th. Damn I’m getting older. Too bad, this year it falls on a weekday. Otherwise, I’d be taking off to go with the family to LAS VEGAS. I’m gonna have to make that up to myself later on, maybe sometime in January. For her birthday, I’ve decided I’m just gonna give her money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW TOYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got me a new phone/PDA. I’ve succumbed and bought me the Handspring Treo 300. I couldn’t resist. 1) It comes with free shipping on Amazon 2) They’re offering 150 bucks off any PDA devices. 3) Sprint’s offering a 50 buck rebate on new activations! That’s over 200 bucks I’m saving! How could I resist?? Now, I can sync up my work calendar with my home. I can transfer all my contact info from my old laptop to my new one at work. Hopefully, the new sprint service, will allow for better reception in my home. I don’t wanna carry a phone and a PDA to work, especially since my PDA doesn’t work anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking up this hobby again, after much influence from Mr. Soriano. He’s a newbie to the sport. He’s getting better, but that’s at the range. All will tell once he steps on the golf course. The date is this weekend, Sunday. He and his fellow co-workers will be stepping on the golf course for the first time, at a Par 3 9-hole course. This should be interesting. I should go too. I definitely, need the practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY…&lt;br /&gt;XMAS PRESENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to tally up all my friends again this year. Last year I lagged, consequently my gift purchases sucked ASS!!! I’m gonna try and stay away from buying stuff from Bath and Body Works as well as DVDs. (The exception goes to all of my friends who are movie enthusiasts.) This year I hope it will be different. I think I’m gonna do my research first, and then list out what to get for whom. Finally, I’ll probably wait until payday to do a one day shop event. Most likely all major and minor purchases on a Saturday, unless, I find something better in Chinatown. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now that I have a job there’s a lot more to say, huh??!!&lt;br /&gt;**Note: I will no longer host www.4wordmotion.com. I’m a lazy ass that’ll never get up a decent website worth putting up on there. So as of Dec. 14 that site will be gone and all I will have is this free blogger site. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-85390450?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/85390450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/85390450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85390450' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-84944676</id><published>2002-11-22T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T14:34:47.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't done this in a while! hahaha... no I'm not back yet ... but I do wanna make sure they don't close my account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-84944676?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/84944676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/84944676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84944676' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-80752902</id><published>2002-08-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T21:56:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HMMMM.... THAT'S INTERESTING!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I interviewed last week for a position in sales. Not my bread and butter, but after reading "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" I thought, "what the heck?". First things first, I get lost. I'm late. I've already come in w/ my sterotypes, yada yada yada. I drive to the warehouse section of South San Francisco, behind Tanfran. The building itself is nestled within a broken down neighborhood. The building very hmmm.. let's put it into perspective.....GHETTO! My interview was less than 10 minutes long. After that I became skeptical about the position. However, I still wanted to "check" it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day for me to go out in the "field" and see if I'm a good match for it. First thing upon getting to the office (@ 8:30 in the morning!). I sat in the waiting area w/ a magazine. In the background you could hear chanting, yelling, and clapping. Much like a cheer squad at a prep rally! My first thought... Okkkkkaaayyy!!! Hello! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way this sales team works is much like a pyramid scam. Basically you get paid incentives for every voucher sold. The vouchers are for local business within your territory's area. Once you meet your initial 6 week sales quotas you can move up and progress into a manager trainee program. After that you can start your own branch. You make money off of the people under you. After hearing this I probably should have said, "Okay I'm good, No thanks!" Oh well I decided to go out with him anyway. Our mission: Meet at l00 people within a 6 hour time frame. (The law of percentages: At least 10% of the people you meet will purchase your product) The edge of their product versus any other regular old salesman?.....They pitch the business of their client, who so happens to be a neighboring business. In this case, "De La Pau" on Park street right off of MacArthur. They provide their client with the all the advertising material. Business like it because no matter if the rep doesn't sell all the vouchers he/she gets free word of mouth advertising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the rep who was gonna show me the ropes. A middle-aged man (poot) with 4 kids (the eldest was 18). He took me out to his territory for the day, Oakland. The spot was a cool place near my good friends apartment, right next to Lake Merritt. So our day consisted of walking into buildings, stores, &amp; shops asking if they would like to buy $300 worth of day spa stuff (facials &amp; massages) for $50. Let's just say there's a lot of walking in this job! Up, down, straight, and across! The most fortunate thing for me was that this was in an area near my friends place. I found a great spot for the Fredator to watch football games. I found a wireless internet cafe for us to chill at, complete with jazz tunes and an outdoor patio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highlights are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a middle-age man pick up on chicks more than half his age! I would have done some picking up myself, however, I was told that not to say anything. (That didn't stop me on one atttempt, hehehhehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing how some businesses should really reconsider the name they display to the public:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRICKIN BECKER&lt;br /&gt;WONG CHIROPRACTIC&lt;br /&gt;MOIST, THOMPSON, KOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-80752902?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/80752902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/80752902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80752902' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-80558983</id><published>2002-08-22T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T00:12:08.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HIATUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving work July 19, 2002 I have been turned off to blogging. Sorry all. I have nothing to report from my comfy couch! At least I've had a chance to get some stuff done. Read more. Tommorrow I'm going to Milpitas to teach my cousin how to play some golf. He has no clue what to do, so I have to go over the basics with him. I'll probably won't be able to swing the club well though. (I'm a bit sore from my workout today!) I do wanna say that having all this time is quite refreshing so far, but I can see myself getting restless real soon. Tried to teach some kids how to play pool, but I don't like walking in to a place without any structure. Besides the place is closed now. We'll see how everything pans out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOB SEARCH &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've expected everything that's happening so far. I even have my out clause ready. In the mean time I've gone out on a limb and interviewed for some sales job in S. San Francisco. I'm most likely gonna turn it down if I'm offered something there. I'm a die hard for the city. I wanna work down there soooo bad! I'm actually willing to go back into accounting, just to do it. I'm totally in love with the city! Why? The commute is awesome! I don't have to drive at all anymore. I take bus to BART, then BART to downtown. All the time spent not concentrating on the road or watching girls pass by has allowed me the opportunity to actually get some reading done. So far "Lord of the Rings" Book 1 is complete, as well as "Rich Dad Poor Dad". I'm hoping to get through a couple of more books before I find something. Next week should be a good week for job listings. I've noticed that this is what usually happens. Postings for what I wanna do usually come around the end or very beginning of each month. Since I was away in L.A. during those times last month my opportunity passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L.A./ VEGAS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was some quality time spent away. It was good to see some old college buddys, as well as spend time with my cuz'ns. Then Vegas with moms was good too. I haven't been spending time at the rent's house lately, so going to Vegas with her was splendid. I even took home some cash. I'm on a winning streak there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T WORRY ALL I'M GOOD &lt;/b&gt;(So if i don't post that means I want you to call me and talk to me, cuz I'd rather go out and tell you over coffee than have you read about it over the internet. *Hint *Hint!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-80558983?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/80558983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/80558983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80558983' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-78986339</id><published>2002-07-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T13:01:47.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;JUST MESSIN AROUND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I hungout with my boy Nico. We checked out a free concert at Stern Grove. We knew we were late, but still managed to get primo parking. (It's a secret spot that we stumbled on. I'll tell you if you take me to another concert at Stern Grove). We saw some hawaiian bands play. The main artist was Keali'i Reichel. Lotsa heads at this event. I even ran into this dude I used to bartend with. After standing for about an hour (I felt like a tree firmly planted in the ground) We were able to hook up some good seats (on the ground) w/ Claire and Michelle. Thanks again! (&amp; and my tree trunk legs thank you too!) After the bands were finished we hungout for a bit to chat it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boys and their SOs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm being a little too much with saying that I don't see my boys anymore cuz they're all hooked up. I don't mean to be. I'm just like watching you go "naw dude, I don't spend ALL my time with her!". I understand that whole spending time with the gfs thing. I am also very aware of the time y'all get to hangout with me. I'm not trippin.. so don't trip when I say shit like that.. I'm just being an ass. Nor do I intentional not call to tell you what's going on or invite you to stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.....I'mma break it down for you like this..... I call to invite when it's somewhere I plan to go and am willing to drive to. So if I don't invite that just means I didn't plan it, I might not be driving, or I didn't get an okay whether I could invite anyone else. That's why I don't call to invite people to stuff. &lt;b&gt;SOOO DON'T GET MAD!!&lt;/b&gt; Oh and no I'm not callin you because you have a gf. I'm not callin because I'm not doing anything but sitting on the couch watching television and getting fatter! Hahahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-78986339?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78986339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78986339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78986339' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-78857169</id><published>2002-07-12T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T02:41:27.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;NO WORK TODAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yet another excuse to go out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST STOP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Toritos in Burlingame. I was one of the first to arrive. I didn't know the guy next to me was part of Fred's crew. So as people trickle in.... we ordered grub. I already drank a courvosieur and 2 jack and cokes. I tried to get back into drinking cognacs... but I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon. Had some good conversations. Rene dropped mad knowledge on hiking. What to bring? Where to go? Shit like that. Ed mentioned his Annual SLO BBQ. Too bad I'm in LA that weekend. This'll be the first one I miss in 2, 3 years? Love that BBQ. Good Grub, Basketball, and company. Although, I have noticed one thing.. the guys seem to change every year. The girls I know or have seen before. The guys however, are always different. I'm always getting reintroduced to the same girls, but the guys are always different. It's as if they get new boyfriends every year. Kinda like a new summer dress. "oh I'm not gonna take him... I took him last year" Kinda funny I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since &lt;a href="http://www.cloudnhine.com"&gt;Bern&lt;/a&gt; is far away in a land where they have fucked up keyboards, Nico wanted to go out. So, he picked me up, then another friend Sheri. We ended up at Kit Kat (a.k.a End Up). Got there b4 anyone, which means we got in for free. I had one jack and coke. No buzz tonight. After drinking at El Toritos... I didn't feel like having anymore. Danced a little, but I wasn't feelin the music. Actually, come to think of it I never do, but Nico likes that place. I just like hanging out with friends. I have a flavor for pool. So for me that's the highlight of going there. I had a pretty good run, up until the last guy. I wanted to leave on a good note. Win and pass the cue to another person. To bad that wasn't the case. This dude I was playin was HELLA FUCKIN SLOW. He ruined my streak by taking too long. My powers were halted! Especially after he caught a lucky break with me missing the eight ball and setting up his next three shots! My only consolation... looking at him concentrate on making sure he hit those balls in. Yeah cuz if he fucked up he would've been the laughing stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Sheri suggessted El Farilitios (sp?). I agreed. So I ate a Quesidilla and Nico &amp; Sheri shared a Super Nacho. Now I'm home. Gonna put on Enough (w/ J Lo). Tomorrow should be a good day! Er.. Today will be a good day. (To sleep in!! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Next week is my last week of work. No partying until that Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-78857169?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78857169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78857169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78857169' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-78785289</id><published>2002-07-10T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T11:10:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BUSY BUSY BUSY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan to get  a ton of work done! I don't want to have to deal with all of this on my last week here. So if I can, I'm gonna try to get it all done, so that my boss has no excuses if he's not done reviewing them on his end. I don't forsee it taking him that long though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Work till 5&lt;br /&gt;2) Pick up my suit&lt;br /&gt;3) Workout (back and bis)&lt;br /&gt;4) Box out &lt;br /&gt;5) Sleep early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had done this yesterday! Instead I was in a scramble. I had to stop at a suit shop (Brooks Brothers makes great suits). Stop at the office to drop off and pick up some work. Go to SF to get my suit altered. I hate those yellow metered parking spots... hella fuckin confusing! Luckily I was able to finish. I took the rest of the day to do stuff for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Eddie. Cheap eats are the best. It's even more of a plus when you go to the mom and pop cheap eats! Like Eddie said at least you know the money goes back to them and not some corporate giant. I had to add that the best is when you go to mom and pop stores and they remember your order. Currently, I have two restaurants near my work where I don't even have to look at the menu, they just repeat my order (w/o me saying anything) so that I can just chill as I wait for the food to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that headed home to change and workout. Called up the Fredator to workout with me. I was kinda bummed that I couldn't do a 30 min run, but alas it's been 3 days since my last workout. I'm defineately gonna have to get in a 6 mile run this week/ weekend.. to make up for it! After that I did some work, cuz I went out last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit up the Top with Genghis. Met Nico and Eddie there. I wasn't feelin the first dj. Neither was Eddie or Nico. They bounced early. The next dj came on and was on point. I got buzzed off of all the alcohol I drank. However, I was still coherent to drive. I just knew that I'd have to have a bite to eat later. I heated up some spaghetti that I made the night before and grubbed. Then I crashed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-78785289?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78785289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78785289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78785289' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-78722219</id><published>2002-07-09T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T00:23:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SEMI-PRODUCTIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! I did. I went downtown today. I talked to a recruiter about a couple of job prospects. Kinda bummed though. I had to shave. (I like having a mustache and goatie). I found out I lost my biz suit! Good excuse to go out and get another one tomorrow. (The other one is pretty old! Almost 5 years!) Plus, it was getting short around the sleeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally submitted my application to volunteer with the Boys &amp; Girls club of SF. I start teaching kids how to play pool Monday July 22 @ 4pm. How cool is that?! I get to do what I enjoy, playing for free, and get the rewarding feeling of giving back to the community! I just hope that I can continue when I finally get a job. (crossing fingers hoping that I'll have a job sooner than later!) I'm really excited about it all. It's the type of volunteering I've been waiting to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished one of my projects. Gotta drop by the office early tomorrow morning to pick up and drop off some work. Kinda bummed that I didn't bring it with me on Wednesday. Actually, I'm pretty bummed that I still have work to do. I was hoping that I'd have nothing to do till my last day next week. Oh well! What can you do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked dinner for my younger sis. She came by after her class. I forgot so I had to drive to the store and get some ground beef and stuff. All good though, she got her grub on .. and now I have some food for lunch tomorrow. We watched Rush Hour 2 and just hung out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've blogged. Pretty productive. I guess. Oh and now I just finished a new video by.... Jennifer Love Hewitt???!! WTF???!!! Okay she's hot! But a singer??? Who does she think she is? Jennifer Lopez? Switching channels to find nothing else on but.... FLASHDANCE!!! hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Don'tcha love that song....GLORIA! Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to wrap it up....peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-78722219?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78722219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78722219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78722219' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-78667427</id><published>2002-07-07T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T19:06:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to hit the gym today, but I'm suffering from lack of motivation. I still have till about 9 to decide, however it's not looking that good. I'm sorta on a going out hiatus. I guess it's understandable? I partied hard for 3 days straight. Drinking and drinking! Tuesday night I hit the Top. I was soo hammered, I woke up wayy past usual. Wednesday, I saw Minority Report with &lt;a href="http://www.beatsrhymesnlife.com/TheWeekender.htm"&gt;The Weekender&lt;/a&gt;. Good Flick. I met up with &lt;a href="http://www.beatsrhymesnlife.com/voodoochild.htm"&gt;Voodoo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ed-mhay.com"&gt;Ruiz&lt;/a&gt;. We had some drinks and some talks. Pretty funny night too. Poor waitress! Anyways, on Thursday me and the &lt;a href="http://www.byanymeans.blogspot.com"&gt;Fedator&lt;/a&gt; rolled on down to my hometown... MILPITAS. We met up with my Milpitas crew for BBQ and Basketball. My two New Yorker friends were there. Damn I miss those two. It was me and Fred with the girls, cuz all the guys were either with in-laws or with their future spouses! (hahahahaha) I passed out for about an hour. I started the drinking festivities with Brandy &amp; 7. The heat mixed with alcohol, not to mention that I dropped off Claire, Carolyn, and Marge to the airport early that morning (6:30 AM). Before the fireworks could happen me and Fred bounced and headed on the road back to DC. I showered and changed while fireworks went BANG! outside. Then we headed out to the city for some fun. We bar hopped around Union &amp; Lombard area. Our last stop was the Blue Triangle. My pool game was shit, but I was having fun! The next day I woke up in the same clothes I went out with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to Friday and now. The only time I went out was to work-out. That was on Saturday. I did shoulders and legs. Now my ass cheeks hurt! The rest of the time has been spent watching a lot (maybe too much) television. I've seen all these cheesy teen movies about 2 or 3 times already! I almost watched the AFI salute to Tom Hanks, twice. Remember ALMOST! That's pretty sad if you think about it! The only reason I'm hooked on them is because in each one you can see the progress of future actors and actresses, as well as camios by other well known actors/actresses. For instance, did you know Sarah Michelle Gellart had a camio in "She's All That"? She's in the cafeteria while Laney's brother is serving pepper to everyone. Oh and remember that guy in American Pie... the one who pees on himself? Well, he's a clepto in "Can't Hardly Wait" and is one of the punks in "She's All That". Oh and the Angel lady in "Can't Hardly Wait" is Jenna Elfman. There's a bunch of stars in those two movies! hahahhaha. Okay I'm a dork .. but I was stuck on who Jenna was for the longest time!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good work week all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-78667427?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78667427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78667427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78667427' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-78430143</id><published>2002-07-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T12:46:05.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*NOTE: Comments section is back up and running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HALF-DOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be brief about this simply because whenever I have a good weekend as the past 2 months have been.. I never seem to finish my blogg about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people set out on a journey to hike one of Yosemite National Park's historic land mark. 2 major factions were born. Those who walk fast and those who don't walk as fast!  The first led by Aron of Gurelliagenomics. They started after ours and got home before us. The other group learned a valuable lesson. Working out does pay off! Here are some of our stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My new job for the clubs will involve using sexual toys, car batteries, and have a 2 year warranty. (If you don't know me, eddie, ed, and nico's story about this.. ask and we'll tell you! Note: I'm the only one of them who can now use this as a means to engage in interesting conversation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a. Rations have a shelf life of 3 years. (What kind of perservatives are in those things??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joy is talented! She can breath in one nostril and out the other. While Ed has a deviated septum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Aron, Stu, Bla, and Sepp are hiking savages!!! (Half-dome in 9 hours! and they started after us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Working out does pay off. (I'm actually seeing the benefits of workingout!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eddie and Claire are soo cute as they walked the last bit of the hike still holding hands. ( I couldn't help but giggle and point this out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who could ever forget Ed's lop-sided walk! (How come he walked the same way when the backpack was off?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6a. Nico: That joke is still not funny! (A man walks into a bar and says .. ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 2 miles to half-dome is not in my definition of close. There is no 7-Eleven at the top of half-dome. Nor are there any cold beers! (Anyone on the hike who tells you differently is lying!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When singing songs around a lot of people of different ages, sing songs that everyone knows. That way you can finish at least one song in its entirety. John Lennon's "Yesterday" rocks! and with the help of other hikers we were able to finish it from start to finish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Invest in a water pump. It may very well save your life. If you can't afford.. then tell a hiker on the way that you are out of water. They will either a) offer you there's or b) offer you their water pump to use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stretch at every rest break! Or else you'll be really really sore the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Alcohol and beer make a great combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In Yosemite lights out are at 11 pm . Meaning you'd better be fucked up w/ alcohol before then... or else the buzz is killed. But if you want a faster buzz kill tell Sepp to start telling stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. According to Aron. No one at work understands Sepp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hiking during hot weather brings out all the Britney Spears look alikes! No we weren't just looking at that belly ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Wouldn't it be funny if we saw a bear try and hide behind a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Spagheti rations come complete with appetizers, flavoring, and deserts! And if you're really hungry it tastes pretty good. Ask Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If only I could relieve my college years knowing what I know now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When in Mariposa.. be careful of how much you order at the only Mexican restaurant there. They come in big portions. Unless you are Stu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When fustrated at losing a map. Just say fuck it and think that The Matrix "will light our darkest hour!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Chubby fat guys are cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What ever was said in your car STAYS IN THAT CAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The people around you make all the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. It is the journey not the destination (nor the distance). Therefore, I will never go on one of Nico's insane hikes again! (just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-78430143?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78430143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78430143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78430143' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-78146457</id><published>2002-06-24T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T13:25:40.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Funtimes Funtimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here is the start of yet another catch-up blog. Obviously, I'm not at work enough to have the time to blog. When I'm at home I'd rather spend my time doing other stuff. Anyways, here are the highlights to a "funtimes funtimes" ROCKSTAR weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and friends came up for the weekend. I've been waiting for this weekend with anticipation and dismay. I really want to show everyone a good time. I know I shouldn't worry about such things, but they ALWAYS take care of me and my friends when I go down there. Anyways.. like jet-setters.. they flew into Oakland at around 11pm and I immediately took them to a bar. It didn't matter, they were all drunk when I picked them up anyway! Well, it didn't help that I was a little drunk myself. (I had dinner at the Holand's right before.. three people killed more than just  a12 pack. That's before even actually having dinner!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled into Cafe Mars with our loud voices and stumbling walk. Fred rolled up to meet us there. We walked into a packed house. People were already drunk. (How come even people who didn't drink seem drunk when you are drunk?) Anyhow, we drank some more and some more. We were pretty fucked up. Roland and I played pool as the other fellas went into "MACK-MODE". I remember chatting it up with tons of folks that night and as always (when messed up) I was dancing around to each and every song in the joint. Singing along as if I was in my car on the way home. My cousin and Lionel were chatting it up with this creole-pinay cutie. She's very cute! Anyway we invited her to the Joo-see (Saturday's party hosted by Nico, Augu, &amp; Fred). Afterwards, we ate at Japantown Denny's. My cousin was feenin for a Loco-moco, although he forgot once we got there and ordered something different. I really wanted to go to the Silver Swan in Chinatown. Oh well, next time. Kat, Maricris, and Tony met us up there and we all met back at my house. Jimmy and Gene rolled up about 20 minutes after us. (They drove up from L.A.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current head count:&lt;br /&gt;11pm&lt;br /&gt;Alekhine (my cousin)&lt;br /&gt;Lionel&lt;br /&gt;Roland&lt;br /&gt;Ziggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Gene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning (approximately 9am)&lt;br /&gt;Colton&lt;br /&gt;Ryan (a.k.a. Waxx)&lt;br /&gt;Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the last set of folks rolled up... Ray (after driving the whole night) went immediately to crash out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-78146457?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78146457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/78146457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78146457' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77948260</id><published>2002-06-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T13:27:36.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BFD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Shoreline on Friday w/ Ed R., J.J, Aileen, Ed Holand, and his daughter. As a venue it sucks, except for the outdoor stage they had adjacent to the snack bars and stuff. We kicked off the concert with N.E.R.D.S. (some members of the Neptunes). We missed Goldfinger, I wasn't mad cuz I don't know them all that well, however, Ruiz was! After them were the Vines. Cool group but they scream a lot. Then we headed to the main stage to watch Hoobastank. After them it was Jimmy Eat World. I was kind upset cuz they didn't play all the songs I like. (Tracks 3-7 on their cd) We missed out on part of the Strokes to go watch New Found Glory at the other stage. I have to admit when Ruiz first raved about this group I wasn't all in to them, but after seeing them in concert... well let's just say they just got a new fan! (I have one of their songs on repeat right now.. the one where they say ... "Tell my friends that I'm dead") After them we caught the last 30 minutes of Rob Zombie on the main stage. As Mr. Holand says.. we worshiped the devil for about 30 minutes. Hahahah. Next we watched Unwritten Law. I really wanted to check them out. However, I was disappointed after watching them. Their song "Seeing Red" is totally different from anything else they played. Hey but I'm still gonna support them.. they have an asian guy in the band! When we got back from the other stage.. we found out we just missed Cypress Hill. Dammit. They switched the line up on us... we were suppose to miss Papa Roach. Oh well, we stayed to watch Papa Roach... I think their lead singer is on coke or something. Maybe even a combination of both? Who knows? We cut out missing P.O.D. cuz I didn't wanna deal with the traffic getting out. I picked up two shirts for my sisters on the way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a phone call from my sister... bellowing how my mom didn't leave her the key. I was suppose to play golf that morning with will then go play ball with the fellas. No one called, so I called up Will told him that I had to cancel. On my drive down to the M my friend Jenn calls and tells me Marz is in town and that they wanna go out. I'm down.. as always. After that I make a phone call to L telling him I'm on my way down.. and we coordinate a pick up from his house. So I get him then go to mom's work to get the keys to her car. Then straight to the M. L helps me load my mom's car with all my sisters junk. She's moving most of her stuff from home to her place on SF State's campus. After helping her move.. me and L played ball and then I worked out. Then after that we waited for Jen, Marz, and Miah to get to my place. We first drove in search of food. We changed our minds once we realized the time...11:00. We proceeded to head to the Elbo Room but changed our direction to Mission Rock after a call from Mr. Nguyen. The girls were a little cranky and didn't want to wait in such a long ass line. Thus, our mission became clear ... get drunk at some bar. The obvious choice. Mars bar. Usually, I get a bad vibe from this place, but that night it was all gravy. I shot some pool with the fellas... lost to this guy I beat earlier. I guess I wasn't on that night. I ended up on the dance floor with some girl. We left the bar and headed straight to Japantown denny's for some hawaiian style breakfasts. We ate and left. They all crashed at my house for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the days have been pretty boring, especially since I've been at home for most of the time. So I need not mention them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77948260?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77948260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77948260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77948260' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77713433</id><published>2002-06-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T14:40:36.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;INSPIRATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's roughly 2pm in the afternoon and I've just had my lunch. On the way I couldn't help be inspired to write in my blog today. Why? Simple.. I have this irritating piece of food currently stuck inbetween my teeth. Now isn't it soooo fuckin ironic that I took my spare dental floss home yesterday. Great... and you know what's worse? I don't give up.. persistence and patience. I'll fuckin do whatever it takes to get this piece out. I try blowing throuh my teeth.. no good. I try sucking the shit.... and all I can get out is this little piece. I can't even wiggle the fucker with my tongue!! Yet, I will still try and try and try.. till the fucker is gone or until I can get home and use some dental floss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which has led me to descibe some other pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate flies. I can never catch any. Shitttt... I once tried to do that Karate Kid move! Don't lie I know all of you have tried it before! &lt;br /&gt;Girls with issues!! What even sucks more.. I can't spot them! My boy Ed.. upon first glance and a few insides of what the girl likes.. blam ... she's been all figured out! Which never really helps me cuz I always... always ignore his intuitions! I think I'd better start listening! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I hate losing pairs of socks!!!! I mean I always put them in the same place. (my hamper) Yet, they always disappear. While I'm talking about socks....I hate losing socks in general! I once bought a 12 bag of low-cut socks. I'm currently down to 4 pairs!!!!! and one that's missing it's other half! Shiiiit! Or even holy socks (the ones right at the toe!). I hate those too... cuz they sneak up on you. You could be down to your last pair, before doing the laundry, and BLAM!! once you put the fucker on... you have to extend it just a bit further so you can tuck a little bit under your toes! I'll throw it away but, you have no other pairs to put on!!! Sucks!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna write these down so that when another one comes to mind I can write it down immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77713433?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77713433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77713433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77713433' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77671420</id><published>2002-06-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T15:14:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SOME EMAILS AREN'T ALL JUNK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this time we've just been putting Bounce in the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;- It will chase ants away when you lay a sheet near them.&lt;br /&gt;                   (Damn only if we knew this before we moved out of the Castle!)&lt;br /&gt;It takes the odor out of books and photo albums that don't get opened too often.&lt;br /&gt;                   (I'm gonna tell mom to put this between the pages of my embarassing moments!)&lt;br /&gt;Repels mosquitoes. Tie a sheet of Bounce through a belt loop when outdoors during mosquito season.&lt;br /&gt;                   (Not if they are mosquitos from the P.I. I swear I've seen those mugs laugh at the net!)&lt;br /&gt;Eliminates static electricity from your television screen. Since Bounce is designed to help eliminate static cling, wipe your television screen with a used sheet of Bounce to keep dust from resettling.&lt;br /&gt;                   (And all this time I used plain old Windex and newspaper!)&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve soap scum from shower doors.&lt;br /&gt;                   (Now I won't have to scrub as hard!)&lt;br /&gt;Clean with a sheet of Bounce Freshen the air in your home.&lt;br /&gt;                   (hmmm.... interesting)&lt;br /&gt;Place an individual sheet of Bounce in a drawer or hang in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;                   (yeah I could pin over the mistakes Will made in painting my closet!)&lt;br /&gt;Prevent thread from tangling. Run a threaded needle through a sheet of Bounce before beginning to sew.&lt;br /&gt;                   (I'll pass this one on to someone who does sewing)&lt;br /&gt;Prevent musty suitcases. Place an individual sheet of Bounce inside empty luggage before storing.&lt;br /&gt;                   (but I just use plastic bags!)&lt;br /&gt;Freshen the air in your car. Place a sheet of Bounce under the front seat.&lt;br /&gt;                   (I'm sure glad my comments section doesn't work now! hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Clean baked-on foods from a cooking pan. Put a sheet in a pan, fill with water, let sit overnight, and sponge clean. The anti static agent apparently weakens the bond between the food and the pan while the fabric softening agents soften the baked-on food.&lt;br /&gt;                   (for all those Iron Chefs in the house... not me of course)&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate odors in wastebaskets. Place a sheet of Bounce at the bottom of the wastebasket.&lt;br /&gt;                   (niceeee... carton boxes beware!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Collect cat hair. Rubbing the area with a sheet of Bounce will magnetically attract all the loose hairs.&lt;br /&gt;                   (I wonder if this would work on Rock?)&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate static electricity from Venetian blinds Wipe the blinds with a sheet of Bounce to prevent dust from resettling.&lt;br /&gt;                   (I think I'm gonna need a box of bounce for those big clean days!)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe up sawdust from drilling or sand papering.  A used sheet of Bounce will collect sawdust like a tack cloth.&lt;br /&gt;                   (Don't have this so I won't need it for this purpose)&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate odors in dirty laundry. Place an individual sheet of Bounce at the bottom of a laundry bag or hamper.&lt;br /&gt;                   (Who's got the funk!)&lt;br /&gt;Place a few sheets of bounce in boat or camper before storing for winter it will repel mice.&lt;br /&gt;                   (Someday... hopefully!)&lt;br /&gt;Deodorize shoes or sneakers. Place a sheet of Bounce in your shoes or sneakers overnight so they will smell better in the A.M.&lt;br /&gt;                   (Hmm.. I wonder who I should tell this one too??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77671420?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77671420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77671420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77671420' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77623681</id><published>2002-06-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T13:42:00.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LOOKING BACK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was at home, hence the blog update today &lt;b&gt;(cuz I'm at work and would rather be at home again!)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll skip the normal stuff about how my past week went and head straight into Friday. Took Mr. Ruiz to the Oakland airport. Then met up with another Ed (Mr. Soriano) to workout. However, before we could start we had to watch part of the NBA Finals. I told him there was still no chance and that we should just go ahead and go to the gym, before I get even more upset at how much the L.A. team sucks! (Yes I'm still upset and Yes I've sought counseling, but it doesn't help that my cuz'ns, cuz'ns friends, Fred, and even my neighbor are constantly shouting, IMing, emailing me about the Lakers) So when we got there we played a little one on one. Then worked out. We played two more one on one games. I've really got to work on my left hand. (dribbling, passing, and lay-ups) We ate and then I went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he congratulated me on getting out of this hell hole I call work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I stayed home all morning and worked. As much as I'd have liked to just do nothing, again!! I knew I needed to finish this shit or else my boss would be hella pissed!!! So I did the work and even cleaned up a little for the fight. Which I may add was a waste of fuckin money!!! Damn Tyson! You could've at least attacked a little bit. Shoot.... instead of getting knocked out in the 8th you could've gone out in the third with honor. Oh well what can I say, homie hasn't had a great fight since Evander and that was like 3 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went to my buddy's Engagement Party. As a member of his entourage I had to help pass out the cake, since I didn't know I was suppose to be there at 11 to help set-up. (I think he was joking when he said that, but all jokes have some truth to them) I think it's funny how old filipino women and even some of those that are in the mid 50's can say... "ooo cake... that's so fattening!" yet when they still insisted that I leave them (the 4 pieces I had in my hands) on the table anyway, Just in case some of the kids would like some. *wink *wink hehehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw John an old frat bro and friend. He's one of the 2 best men and he was already a bit faded when I got there. I'm a sucker for friends and alcohol. They say drink and I'll drink! hahahahaha... even on a hot sunny day in Walnut Creek. So me and John watched as some of the guys played some basketball. It was a picnic type of party, but with hella wine. Me and John took one bottle with us. After we killed that one in about 5 minutes we headed back to the bench to get some more. This time 2 bottles and some cheese, crackers, fruits, and whatever else we could fit on a plate. After that second bottle we were pretty faded so the third one was pretty hard to get down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was time to chill so I sat next to the voodoo. We got into a game called Mafia. A game that would go well drunk or sober. In this particular game there is the mafia and the citizens. The mafia secretly kill the citizens and the citizens guess to find out who the mafia member is. I always chose the same people, hence why I was always either killed first or second. (They wanted me out, cuz I was on to them!!! j/k) After a while it became time to go home. I knew I had a long drive ahead of me.... so I called up the family members so that they could keep me company. (Family replaces the lack of a significant other in these situations). Talked to the youngest sib first. Laughed and capped. Advised and listened. Good talks. Then talked the other sibling. I like talking to family! I didn't talk to moms though. I found out today that she was gambling at Cash Creek! (haven't been there since college!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed out at home for about an hour. Then headed over to Second Sundays for the monthyl reading. This night was the finals however, soooo mad people there. The place was humid as F*cccck! So many bodies in there, kinda like we were in this big vat of sardines! Anywho.. the poets were dope even though I've seen some most of their slams before. Boce was off the hook!! and MJ was fresh. I like them the best probably because I've never seen them perform or heard the slams they spoke. That was a cool night. John and another old friend Benji came out to join us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got a call from another old college friend of mine Rayne. He asked if he could crash at my place for a couple of days while his brother goes to his admission classes at USF (our alum). Of course I said yes. I think it's cool to have made a good enough friendship that no matter how long it's been since you've last spoken to one another it's dope how you can pick up as if no time has passed. Hardly any "real" catching up to do. Rayne is just one of those friends. Actually come to think of it I have a lot of friends like that. With those that have been close or are close they will always be close no matter time or distance. Kinda cool if you ask me. I think I'll bite the voodoo one and write up a thank you for all those friends of mine that have always been there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77623681?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77623681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77623681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77623681' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77295176</id><published>2002-06-03T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T11:07:45.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;9:50 - 10:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I loathe the current Southern California franchise, I have been subjected to tons of IMs. All of which contain the same six letter word. I shall not mention it for the sake of my sanity. All of my friends that were present at Mr. Soriano's house yesterday know how I reacted as well as how hurt I was to see yet another loss for the KINGS organization. I went home last night sad! More sad because Mr. Jaravata is one of their fans. Sad also because my cuz'ns and their friends from down south called for the third straight year in a row to gloat! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW FUCKKKKKKKKIN SHIIIIIIIT!!!!.. I can't express my grief in any other words. That being said I should probably write about my weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is a jerk. Two hours before 5 I get a project from him. Greeeat! Fucker! I only was suppose to work for a bit so I could leave early and go watch the games! So I ended up staying till about 5:15 so that I could get at least half of the stuff done. That way when I take it home it would be so much (yeah right!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Moe's in Palo Alto around 5:30ish. I was already late for the first quarter! Plus, I was too late to get choice seating. I got a booth and just sat there waiting for the rest of the fellas to arrive. Well I really didn't just sit there I started the drinking festivities by my lonesome thinking about how great it would be to have a Hooters!  Then, I struck up a conversation with some other haters! That was cool. L showed up about an hour later. We had some fries and a pitcher. Then the other fellas started tricklling in as the game started. I was throwing back hella beer! During the game there were cheers from the back of the room, obviously some fans of the other team. Then right in front of us to pute girls that were fans as well!!! Ohhh man was I ever talkin shit! Jumping up and down at every play. In the end I shook the hands of the fans and said "There's still Game 7". Outside I talked more shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I got home there were people in my house. My roomie's birthday celebration was being held there. Kareoke night !!! Woohoo! All while I'm scarfing down Jack 'N the Crack. Well around 12ish they decide to play some cards. Actually it was Mr. Jaravata saying, "Come on Jer! Let's play" I really wasn't in the mood, but have I ever turned down the opportunity to gamble?? So we played until the wee hours of the morning. In the end I lost 20 bucks. Mr. Jaravata on the other hand lost a lot. In fact, he owes me 20 from that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend had a sushi party mixer. That was pretty cool. I brought beer cuz everybody else brought soda. (Like a good guest I called earlier to find out what they needed) The suare was a hit. The sushi was great. The people were funny. We even played a drinking game called "Never". I'll introduce that game the next time I'm in a room with a lot of people or down in LA cuz Colton's beer bongs are just too much for me to handle!. I got home around 12 ish and then I crashed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. another day of doing nothing. Then I got ready and headed over to Mr. Soriano's for the game. Surprisingly, I only had 2 beers. The bbq was great, but the KINGS lost. I pretty much covered Sunday with my opening statement about the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to get home and finish the project my boss gave me. It took me all night until about 2:30 in the fukin morning! Ah well, I'm almost outta there anyway. Damn, I gotta find me a new job!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend in review!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77295176?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77295176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77295176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77295176' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77194457</id><published>2002-05-31T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T12:55:39.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LIVING IN CALIFORNIA SUX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to apply for the &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/Sponsored/Kahlua/Hotspot/?kahluafd"&gt;E! Hit the Summer Hot Spot with Kahlua&lt;/a&gt; but according to the &lt;a href="http://www.kahlua.com/hotspot/rules.htm"&gt;sweepstakes rules&lt;/a&gt;, being a California resident restricts me to a maximum $5.00 prize. So the best I could get is a damn T-shirt!!! This is the second time!!!! The last time I wanted to enter in an online Corona contest and when I but CA as my residence, I get "California residents are prohibited from entering the drawing"! That sux... just cuz we have better weather than anyother damn state! That and the most stars, although they are all down south... but this sux regardless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just venting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77194457?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77194457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77194457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77194457' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77191124</id><published>2002-05-31T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T11:14:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THAT'S GONNA LEAVE A MARK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I opened the cupboard to get me a box of cereal. I left it open, then I walked over to the refrigerator to get some Lactaid. (Real milk makes me shit funny). I poured a bowl and remembered I needed something from the garage. I cupped my bowl in one hand with my spoon in the next. I was walking with my head down while scooping some cereal when...WHAM! I hit the cupboard door! (I even said outloud: "Shit, that's gonna leave a mark") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have this tiny gash in my forehead and it's throbbing at the momment! Greaaaaat! If I ever redo the kitchen I'm having them install retractable doors. So that next time I don't have to worry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know it would be much simplier to just close the door right after you open it. But HELLLLOOOOO!!! I didn't put the cereal back in the cupboard.. and that's how I remind myself. Geeeez!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77191124?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77191124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77191124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77191124' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77148806</id><published>2002-05-30T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T10:57:26.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Continuing yesterday's blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist yesterday for a cleaning. Usually my hygenist does my cleaning, however, I recently had my gums done and so my periodentist wanted to clean my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note* I hate going to the dentist, but when I do go I expect to just be able to sit there with a bite block in my mouth while they do whatever it is they do to make my teeth clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hygenist is pretty damn good too. I'm like a baby sleeping, snoring, dreaming. Not so with my periodentist! I cried. Really! It was like she was like an old filipina scraping old pots so that they'd look new again! FA it hurt. I could feel my gums bleeding everytime she scraped! I walked out with sore gums. Shhoooot... I even spat blood!! Now she wants me to go back next week so she can do somemore work on my teeth! I think this dental office is robbing me blind!!!! Daaaaaaaaymmmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77148806?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77148806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77148806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77148806' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77119183</id><published>2002-05-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T15:59:48.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna finish up the last post later....cuz today I have a couple of thoughts pondering in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh but first.........&lt;b&gt;GO SACRAMENTO KINGS!!!!!!! BEAT L.A.!!! BEAT L.A.!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NUMBER ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While deciding on a place to watch the Kings vs. Lakers game yesterday, it dawned on me that in SF there are a bunch of local sports bars and such, but no real well known hangout. There are a bunch of places in and around Lombard, there's Gordon Biersh, and that place of on the corner of Broadway. Yet, if you are in L.A. theres Hooters. If you are in San Diego, there's hooters. If you are in New Orleans, again, Hooters. What am I getting at? I want a Hooters up here!! I have vowed that if I ever win the lottery or marry a rich woman.... I'm gonna start a Hooters in Northern California.  Shoot I know the perfect place already! The empty building right next to the Rainforest Cafe. That'd be perfect!!!! Attraction for all the visiting tourists, as well as easy access to locals! I even have the layout in my head. Not to mention the fact that I already have a dedicated customer waiting for it. (Fred... hahahahaha!)  I've looked into it and here are the requirements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ability to develop 3-5 restaurants in the territory. &lt;br /&gt;* $3 million in liquid assets. &lt;br /&gt;* A restaurant location with at least 100,000 - 150,000 people within a five-mile radius. &lt;br /&gt;* At least 5 years as a multi-unit restaurant owner / operator &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial Investment: &lt;br /&gt;* Franchise fee of $75,000 per location. &lt;br /&gt;* Up front option deposit of $10,000 for each additional location. &lt;br /&gt;* The initial investment is estimated to be $600,000 to $1,000,000 for each restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. now all I need is someone to invest in $3 million. I know where the other 2 locations would be too, S.J. and Freakmont or in the O. You know them Raiders fans would hella be up in that mug! Then in S.J. I could deck it out with all Sharks paraphernalia. Oh and if they were all poppin. There's always one in Sacramento! GO KINGS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this maybe viewed as demeaning to women. Some may feel that that's all we men think about. Some may even feel their egos being shattered because they think that looks are more important than personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: Yes it is demeaning to women. No it's not all we think about. (They have FUCKIN GREAT SERVICE!! and at least 2 BIG SCREEN T.V.s!!!) No you shouldn't feel as though you are incompetition with boucing big boobies, blonde hair, and trim fitted pute girls. Why? Simple, you are the women of the world.. you bear our children, you care and nurture us, and YOU HAVE ALL THE POWER!!! (if you wanna know what I mean by that &lt;a href="jerrymainc@yahoo.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt;, call, or IM (AIM SN: Parorunder) me. We don't think less of you personally, it's like being on the "MAN SHOW". I like the fact that my I don't ever have to refill my glass with beer. I like the fact that I can look anywhere in the room and ACTUALLY see the DAMN SCORE of the game at hand! I like the fact that although they're vying for a big tip... I'm getting flirted with. (adds to my confidence which I can give back to you in the form of flirting and what nots!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to get to Number 2 tomorrow or the day after. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77119183?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77119183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77119183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77119183' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-77046988</id><published>2002-05-27T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T19:46:58.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WHERE TO START?!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a couple of days since I've blogged, kinda similar to how I am in &lt;a href="http://www.beatsrhymesnlife.com"&gt;Char's&lt;/a&gt; 3pm Chatrooms with my dice rolls, RANDOM! Anyways, I guess I'll just have to list off the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in to work to place some work on my boss' desk. (I'm still not finished, I hope he doesn't trip) Then went home worked some more. Then hit the punching bag for about 30 minutes. Headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.byanymeans.blogspot.com"&gt;Fred's&lt;/a&gt;house so we could go to Augu's Free Food banquet at some bar near 330 Ritch. Ate a little and watched as the Lakers lost horribly to the Kings. Go Kings.. beat those fuckers!!!!! Afterwards headed over to 330, where I proceeded to get the usual. (Jack-n-coke) Pounded that one pretty quickly, which would put me at 3 drinks thus far. We were really early so we ate a McD's for a quick bite to eat. After that .. I was my usual Druken Masta self.. I had took in three double jack-n-cokes. Woah.. that's a record for me.. good thing I didn't throw up! L and Mayumi took me home they left me on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the couch in the fetal position. I guess I was too wasted to know that where I was the night before. Otherwise, I would have at least gone to the longer couch! Woke up and immediately called Fred up. Our flight to LA was in about 2 hours. (I planned it that way!) He came over and we went back to his house so I could get my car and drop his off. (Fred drove the night before) Then we went back to my house so I could pack and get ready. We drove to my buddy Ed's house so he could drop us off at Oakland Airport. (He lives less than 5 minutes away). I kinda felt like an International Jet Setter... flying out from partying. hahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-77046988?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77046988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/77046988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77046988' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76761175</id><published>2002-05-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T09:27:18.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I gonna be without a job in about a 2 months, but I was just notified that my roomate of almost 2 years will be leaving!! Damn!!! Unless I get a really good paying job set for August, I won't be able to make that trip out to NYC with Fredator. Man this sucks. I hate losing good roomates!!! Those of you who knew the roomates prior to this mix knew of Michele. The psychopath roomate who tried to boss everyone around. Along with her was Anan, he was the one that no one ever saw because he barely stayed here. The only way you knew he was here was the curry smell eminating from his room and the kitchen. Then there was Jason. He was just as messy as Michele, but didn't do anything about it. He was the one who talked a lot of game and had it, but was this know-it-all. After all these different types of roomies, I had finally had a good mix of people. Until now, Jeff is leaving to move in with his girlfriend. This is totally understandable because she's from Taiwan, so the long distance relationship will be shortened to live-in relationship. Good for him. Bad for me. Oh well, hopefully things will work out, as they always do. I'm just hoping to get a better paying job, so that I can afford to 1) keep that other room open 2) get another car 3) keep subsidizing my sisters' expenses and school stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76761175?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76761175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76761175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76761175' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76717182</id><published>2002-05-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T00:36:54.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WHITE WEDDING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fredator, Nomad, and I cruised on down to Polk street to partake in one of the Fredator's friend's party. First notice of the event came early Saturday morning. Later on in the evening I found out that the event had a theme..."2002 Prom night". Walking in .... we were underdressed!!! All the other guests.... tuxedos and prom dresses.... complete with corsage, even! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon walking in you couldn't help but notice that the entire place was......EMPTY!!! That was okay... there was this cute bartender that kept my eye the whole night... oh and Mister J's co-worker is cute too. My first conversation ... business as usual... (work related questions) ... I should have used the "I work for Petco as a dog groomer" move, but this was not my usual environment! It's always nice to step away from the norm... (Asian scene begets asian attitudes).. and so the voice and mannerisms change, that and my view (gotta look up more often..even for the girls!). But in the words of Mister J.... Daaaaaayaaam. The band was kickin! A pop cover band named Pop Rocks! Come on .. dressed in tuxes and ruffled shirts.. listening to Aerosmiths' "Walk this way". Break and a change into karate gui. Then it's Kung Fu Fighting!!! ... and for some reason I can't get this song out of my head...."I'm turning Japanese. I'm turning Japanese... I really think so" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Jack and cokes.. and time to make moves on the bartender....whooo hooo cute girl. Unfornuately, she could not accept any drinks! She did look at the flyer and say how it sucks that she can't go... (bartenders obviously work Thurs, Fri, and Sat nights) Oh well! Too bad! The rest of the night was spent rockin out to 80's music. They even rapped! Rough Riders...... mount up!!! Tighttttt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended back at my house where these fools are playing NFL2K. We enjoyed laughs and flyer passing all around the city. Me drunk, of course. The confidence to say anything .... absolutely anything....  comes with the amount of alchol I consume! Denny's in Japantown was the choice of eats. Loco Moco and a sampler! I saved part of the Loco for breakfast, since I'll be cooking early in the morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Friday night... I'll leave that for Bern and Nico to explain!... Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76717182?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76717182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76717182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76717182' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76591715</id><published>2002-05-15T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T14:53:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;PISSED OFF!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am synonymous with the word "TIMING". In fact it's written on my damn phone! Today, last minute I decide to have some Japanese food, instead of some health Subway sandwich. As I walk-in this cute pute girl follows suite. We enter looking for the menu. At this point I'm stallin just so I can check her out. I order. Then I proceed to engage in conversation. We are talking all about Japanese restaurants. I even crack a laugh from her. Right now I'm soooo diggin her style. Nice khaki pants, rounded black shoes, jean jacket, and this black top was just kickin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnywayS, I'm thinkIing...... shitttt... I'm not doing anything right now I should ask to have lunch with her. And this is were "TIMING" comes in and of course my brain does the stutter step past whatever clue/hint she drops which would allow me to ask the question without it seeming like that's all I can think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: I think I might just have a Sapporo.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Beer?&lt;br /&gt;Her: It's too early, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well that's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;(insert ... but if you really want to I'll have a beer with you.)&lt;br /&gt;Me.. standing there still admiring her beauty!&lt;br /&gt;Her: So what do you think of their.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAYYYYYYYYAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!!!!!! No more openings were left to me.. cuz.. other customers came in the door! OHHH MANNN... she was fuckin CUTE! Had this look about her that was just very endearing and wholesome. An ora around her... like a glow and her name was Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God.... why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have to start going to this restaurant more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76591715?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76591715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76591715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76591715' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76487636</id><published>2002-05-13T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T00:08:21.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EMAILS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one bored at work sometimes.... this is when Kareoke goes bad....&lt;a href="http://www.rpi.edu/~changb/money_funny.asf"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Note: You will have to download, but it's &lt;b&gt;FUCKIN WORTH IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Marz! I had to watch three times cuz it was that funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76487636?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76487636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76487636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76487636' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76452460</id><published>2002-05-11T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T23:58:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I'm just gonna skip forward because I'd just really like to write about the show and go to bed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEXAHOLIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw John Leguizamo perform his show "Freak" on HBO back at the 1766 castle with my roomies/homies Will and Fred. (BTW I'm still looking for a video/dvd of that if anyone knows where to get it) From that point on I wanted to see his performance live. I never knew he did another show afterward so it never occurred to me to get tix. However, after seeing another special come up on HBO I did a search to see if it was ever gonna come to the Bay Area. Low and behold.. it did and I bought tix. Sorry for those of you that got mad that I did not tell about it, I really just wanted to see the show and was willing to shell out the bucks to get really good seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my homie Jenn went tonight. The seats were &lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/b&gt;! Let me just say if you are gonna see a performance where you know that seeing the facial expressions as well as any other tricks/gadgets or special effects are gonna happen.. bite the bullet and pay the extra duckets. They are &lt;b&gt;FUCKIN WORTH IT&lt;/b&gt;!!! (Mind you these are only for shows that you &lt;b&gt;KNOW &lt;/b&gt;are good or those that you &lt;b&gt;REALLY REALLY WANT &lt;/b&gt;to see) &lt;b&gt;I AM STILL SMILING!!&lt;/b&gt;From beginning to end I could not stop smiling and if I wasn't smiling I was laughing... which was probably around 85-90% of the time. Yes I'm serious. No it's not just because I am usually smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna get into specifics, simply because I would hope that you go and check out the show. That and I'd hate to ruin it for any of you. I will tell you this... I sorta felt guilty for laughing because there was this girl who was sitting next to me that appearred to be pissed off or something. My guess was that she was probably pissed off with that guy who she came with. They probably got into a fight right before the show and she was playing the "I am not gonna laugh so he doesn't think that I'm enjoying this" trick. When in fact she was probably dying inside with laughter! I know this.... cuz every now and then when I bobbed my head back up from laughing so hard .... I could see her smiling and her hand slightly cover her mouth. Yeah that's gonna work girl! Why fight it.... enjoy and revel in the fact that your boy spent money on you so that you could have some fun... just stay mad afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also interesting thing to see how girls react to a man's perception of women and the things we say before/during/after sex. Some jokes that I thought were just funny seemed, for some reason, to be more funny to the women of the audience. This was marked by the apparent change in the laughter tone. When John would say something that a man would say before/during/after sex, the laughter definately changed from more masculine to femine. Obviously hitting close to home for some of the females. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more that I could say without giving away some of the jokes so I'll just say this......Awww man... &lt;b&gt;FUCKIN GREAT SHOW&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Life spelled backwards w/ a latin accent is EFIL!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76452460?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76452460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76452460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76452460' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76411314</id><published>2002-05-10T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T14:46:29.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WHY TODAY??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the get a haircut today, right after working out in the garage. As soon as I walk-in to the hairstylists... blam... there she was! This girl looked doooope!!!! Although, I didn't see her body, I was totally enamoured with her look. If you know me or know what I'm attracted to you know what I mean. For those of you that don't let me just say this woman (except for the mole) looked like Vanessa Williams in "Soul Food". She had that bonified "I'm a bitch" look! &lt;i&gt;*Shivering&lt;/i&gt; Ohhh man... if I only I was sitting next to her!! DAYAM!! I think I would've been bold enough to say, "You have a great facial structure." I know cheesy, but shit... she did.. and I'm being honest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the bitch quality? Hmmm... I can trust a woman who's a bitch. Mind you there are those who have the look, but the personality doesn't match. Those you have to be careful of. Especially, if they pretend to be one in public but cower at the sign of any real confrontation. A friend of mine was with this girl who had the look and the quality. Talking to her you could just tell she was always real and straight up about everything. A story I was once told went like this... They both were at a club. I forget if he had gone to the bathroom or was standing right next to her. Anyway, she gets approached by a dude (who she admitted was alright) but cuz she was totally in love with this guy, she told the guy to step. I forgot what the actual conversation was cuz this happened like 6 years ago, but the point is that she did so without letting the guy even know she had a boyfriend. In fact I think we all joked about how, worse case scenario, she would've fought the dude herself. Oh and let me point this out as well.... she's educated and not ghetto. Just in case you were thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note:&lt;br /&gt;She was seated next to another girl with very long hair.... cute as hell too. Why did I have to go in today with my sleveless batman shirt all sweaty lookin?? Dayam... oh and as soon as I walk out the door.... another cutie!!! DAYAM!!!! It was cute girl day at the hairstylist... I think I may make this my regular day to go in .. if it happens again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76411314?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76411314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76411314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76411314' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76351622</id><published>2002-05-09T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T11:24:36.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and if you happen to notice that I'm idle on IM.. that means I'm in bed sleeping! So just type something and I'll get back to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76351622?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76351622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76351622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76351622' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76351550</id><published>2002-05-09T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T11:22:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THIS SUCKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently at home...... SICK! On any other day... this would deserve a call into work with the key phrase, &lt;i&gt;Cough Cough&lt;/i&gt; "I"m not coming in today, I'm sick". However, I'm already at home and I don't need to call anyone because my boss is out for practically the whold month! I'm confused about how this could happen? I'm not stressed out and even if I was I have the punching bag in the garage to work out any aggressions that I have/had. Okay, the only conclusion I can come up with is karma! I've been "dissing" my boy lately, but busting an ankle or two...doesn't that count?? Or maybe it's cuz I told everybody that I had this time off? But I was trying to brag.... I was just very happy about it. As one of my friend's said, it sucks to have time off because although you are happy about it none of your friends are around to be happy with you because they are all at work. Damn. The last possibilty .. I've wronged someone. If so my apologies! *I knew I should of gave that homeless guy a quarter!* Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so if you wanna find me.. I'll be at home making Top Ramen soup (chicken) with eggs and hotdogs in it.... yes it tastes good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76351550?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76351550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76351550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76351550' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76309918</id><published>2002-05-08T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T10:14:15.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"BOREDOM IS THE ENEMY OF INTELLIGENCE"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from my boss as he hands me a chore list of things needed to be accomplished before he gets back from his long trip. Now if I really wanted to stick it to him I could say, "Then I should of quit a year and a half ago!". Hello, this is why I'm leaving in July. The chore list won't be too bad, I'm sure I'll be able to get it done in half the time, while I'm out in Saulsalito catching some fun in the sun. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76309918?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76309918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76309918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76309918' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76297744</id><published>2002-05-08T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T01:37:35.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TUESDAY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicked with some friends at the TOP tonight.... Drum and Bass. How come that shit hella hits you when you are faded? Don't know? I'm expecting tomorrow to be the same ole humdrum. Same shit different day..... basically consume my day with reading blog after blog. Oh well. Sometimes I think that I'm anti-social... then after a few drinks you can't shut me up! Got some interesting facts. Had some cool ass grub! Funny shit all around! Why does Jack-n-the-Crack taste a whole lot better when you are literally piss drunk?? I don't know? I'm just a little buzzed and tired and I need to get some sleep! Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76297744?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76297744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76297744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76297744' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76278609</id><published>2002-05-07T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T15:12:42.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;STILL BORED AT WORK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third post for today, I figure I'm making up for lost time. That and I am extremely bored!!! So here are my tenative plans for the end of the month. Specifically Memorial Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday the 24th is Fred &amp; Nico's party. This will be the first time I make it to one of Nico's Memorial Day parties. Instead of leaving for LA that Friday, like I normally do during M D weekend, I will be leaving at noon that Saturday with Fred. Supposedly there will be this "dope ass" party (RUBBER or the SUMMER OF LOVE) happening in Palm Springs, which we will be attending.I'm hoping that the whole LA connection will go cuz it's fun when we are able to kick it! That next day will be BBQ time at the cuz'ns place. What's cool about this is the food, the b-ball games, and of course the cute LA girls that are in plentiful supply. Wooo Hooo! I'm excited! I can't wait!!! I have no clue what's up with Sunday.... most likely rest and relaxation from all the partying I'm gonna do that weekend! I'm totally stoked... I've even invited friends that I haven't seen since college. Oh and if any of you are in the LA area that weekend... call cuz it'll be frickin dope ass sh*t!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76278609?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76278609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76278609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76278609' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76274054</id><published>2002-05-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T13:11:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BORED AT WORK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm not being stimulated at the moment. So I've had to resort to surfing the net. Often this is pointless and useless, but this time was a little different. I was parusing around the net.. looking for Will's site &lt;a href="www.nekkidbarrelman.com"&gt;NEKKIDBARRELMAN&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately, it's gone! I did, however, manage to surf around and come across my buddy Gerry's site found through this &lt;a href="http://www.filipinolinks.com/internet/weblogs.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. I always forget his addy, so I'm glad I found it here. I got to the Road Trip part and I clicked on &lt;a href="http://hawhaw.dekarabaw.com/roadtrip.html"&gt;Sequoia National Park&lt;/a&gt;. Damn that was hella fun!!!! Camping with my friends. Rowing the boat... getting drunk.... and chasing bears away! Can't wait till our next trip all!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a short rap by Andrew E!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA... Gerry you'd better come down for the next trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76274054?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76274054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76274054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76274054' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76269528</id><published>2002-05-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T11:00:19.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;AT HOME WITH A BUM ANKLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've worked out yesterday, but the ankle isn't healing right. So I bummed out yesterday. I  vegged out in front of the TV all night. "Boomerang" came on around 9ish? Now isn't this the perfect boy/girl movie?? Some great lines came from here..not to mention it's probably one of Eddie Murphy's best movies (this and Coming to America). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what you didn't see the accident.. it's on channel 4 right now.. oh there it went...(blah blah blah)..." I'll call you!&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't expect a girl that fine to have Hammer toes!" &lt;br /&gt;"I'm looking for perfection"&lt;br /&gt;"You got to cooordinate... got the mushroom belt, the mushroom tie...."&lt;br /&gt;"we boys, man, we boys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines quoted for the female perspective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love what you know about love"&lt;br /&gt;"Love should've brought your ass home last night"&lt;br /&gt;"Give me one good reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come everytime this part comes on every woman and their momma has to not only quote it along w/ Halle Berry, but they have to look at you while their doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76269528?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76269528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76269528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76269528' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76235290</id><published>2002-05-06T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T15:11:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;PEOPLE WHO ASSUME TOO MUCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don'tcha just hate it when people assume that "you" made a mistake and that "you" have no clue what you are doing, just because "they" are in a higher position then you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back from lunch, there was a note left on my desk that one of our people from Chicago needed me to call her back. This is the second message. I didn't call her back the first time because my co-worker said everything was fine. So I call thinking that it's gonna be a chat about something important. WRONG! She indirectly accuses me of not updating the system correctly! (Indirect method: "When you put the new database in the system do you upload the excel file that I include with the program?" = "Do you how to f*ckin click copy &amp; paste?") Just be Blunt!! That way we don't go around the issue and we resolve the difference as well as not waste time. She had me go through the whole program to see if I would pull up the correct report. I had already told her that I checked the reports to make sure they were accurate and that when the previous person went into the program he was in the wrong place! Obviously she wanted to be proven wrong. Oh well serves you right for assuming that Access is a really complicated program. Little does she know that I was trained by my previous employer on how to use the program! Dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76235290?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76235290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76235290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76235290' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76179379</id><published>2002-05-05T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T01:47:40.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P.S. &lt;br /&gt;My sister did find her missing shoe on the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76179379?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76179379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76179379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76179379' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-76178446</id><published>2002-05-05T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T01:43:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been about a week or more since my last blog. Hmm.... I guess you can say I was busy...but then again I wasn't. Here's a reveiw of what's been going on for the past week or so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;This was the beginning of my weekend.... and eventual "work from home" week. Nico and I went to Mar's Bar. I used to hangout here with my old 1766 roomies. The 2 prior times here..... didn't leave me with a good impression, however, on this night it was pretty damn funny. I saw red... and a lot of smiles! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;I actually stayed home all day. Cleaned the garage. Mom stopped by to visit and that's when I went to pick up the punching bag set. Stayed home the rest of the night hitting the bag. Sweeet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm I can't remember! ( But I do know I boxed in the garage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;Worked out. (boxing) Went to Milpitas to go to church with my little sister. That was pretty funny! The priest busted out the whole congregation! Right before communion, he said, "I know that a lot of you like to leave after communion, but I challenge you to stay." They even closed the side doors! Then right before mass ended the priest's final words were,"Everyone knows that I'm the LAST to leave". hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;Called in to the office to see if the boss left me work. Shoot his trip got cancelled! I had to go in! I was caught off guard! So I went in .. did the work and awaited the concert to follow. Got there in time to see Green Day perform... can we say FUCKIN AWESOME???!!!!  They rocked the house. In the intermission my little sis found us. She was hopping on one shoe! Apparently she lost it in the Mosh Pit. We were able to meet up with everyone during the intermission so we all congregated and made our move to the mosh pit once again. This time it was Blink. I took the lead and managed to move us pretty close to the stage. We eventually moved back so that we could mosh with the rest of the people there. I moshed at first but this time I felt more compelled to be one of "Four Corners". I was one of the four guys there, so we protected the girls from the barrage of elbows and people falling. That was a great concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have lunch with a friend. I was supposed to go to Fred's class. (I dissed... no excuses ... my bad!) I just didn't feel like leaving the house, well except for working out. I boxed for an hour. I went to the gym for another hour. I boxed for another hour after that. Then I got into a "relationship" conversation with my roomie's friend. Interesting talk, but for some reason I always feel like the asshole! Although, I'd rather think of myself as your conscience speaking. Oh ... and this is where I concluded that women are "EVIL"!!!! (why? cuz us menfolk can't get away with anything....women congregate to talk and analyse every aspect of what you did, where you take them, and how you were!! Daaaaym!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;Worked out (boxing) Met up with some old friends from college in the O (Oakland). Nice to meet up with these fellas once again. We used to meet up at least every quarter (We were all finance majors). So we talked about the things going on and what we've been up to. After we dropped off one back to his office, me and the other went to have a couple of beers. I took BART home. After BART I crashed out!!! Woke up and headed back to the O to Nico's and Eddie's. Nico wasn't there so I hungout with eddie. We went to Rasputin's in Berkely to pick up some music for a care package that we wanted to give to our friend. I ended up going on a little music spree. I needed some music for my garage so I picked up Scratch, DJ Mindmotion, Jack Johnson (I dig some of his songs), and Sheryll Crow (for the care package). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;Worked out (boxing) Met up the Voodoo one for lunch. She took me to this dope ass restaurant on Geary. It's called Strait's Cafe. I had the salmon, some fresh greens, and this bread thing served with curry. I then called up Mr. Ruiz to see if he was going to workout that day. He was, but in Mt. View. I was sleeping when he called and I wasn't feeling like working out anymore, but I guess I'm to easy to coax. He called and said, "Come on. If you don't go now you won't go. Okay I'll wait here for you. (click)" Shit bastard hung up! Now I felt I had to go. That was good, I got to hangout with him and John for a good workout. Then we went to Genghis' house to play some Xbox. I got buzzed off 2 beers again. Hahahaha.. Got some good as sleep though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;Worked out again. Yes boxing. (in my regimen I run a very steep hill.... I lost gas half-way up!! Damn!) Met up with Joy for lunch. I drove all the way to Milpitas for that. Well it was a 2 part event. One it was good to catch-up with an old friend. Two I wanted to give her the care package eddie, nico, and I had made for her. (She's been working some MADDDD hours so we chipped in and got her a few goodies. 1) A foot massager which I took as something else. which is a story in itself 2) medicine balls .. like those Lawrence Fishbourne has in "Boyz in the Hood" 3) Some poppers.... for those times when you just want something to go POP! 4) Sheryll Crow cd.... mood music I guess 5) Red Bull ... for those harsh hours. and finally 6) Lots and lots of candy!) We had a good time catching up! Then I called Mr. Ruiz to see if he wanted to watch Spider-man. I met at his place and we tried to get tix. Sold out. Called Fred and we met up at 24 hour. Me and Ed did a workout and then we balled up with Fred. I twisted my ankles!! Both!!! Dammit! Later that night Fred and I rolled out to Ibiza with 3 of his girlfriends. Again the theme "Women are Evil" played it's course. They were talking about how this one guy took her to a Hotel with "a View". In their eyes homie apparently played himself out by making it "seem" as though they were lost and somehow magically got to a place in the hotel with "a View". I give props to the guy for the effort, but watchout homie.... if you only knew what they were really saying!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA.... Well Ibiza was cool. I think?? I got drunk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;I got up early. I don't know why?? Laid around all day. Then I called my friend Jenn to remind her about next Saturday. She's gonna accompany me to John Leguizamo's "Sexaholic". I'm dying to see this guy live. I've seen some of his stuff on HBO and ever since .. I've been a fan of his comedy act. I got pretty damn good seats too! Orchaestra.... just so we can watch his facial expressions! She picked me up and we grabbed a bite to eat and watched Spider-man. (I didn't call Fred so now I've dissed him twice.... I know.... I owe..... big time!) Fred picked me up later for his brother's house warming/birthday. That was cool, caught up with some old frat bros. Hung out. Ate. We left a 11. After getting dropped off I went to the grocery store... I just ran out of toothpast this morning!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's been a pretty eventful week. I've enjoyed hanging out with folks I don't see on a regular basis as well as enjoying the company of those I do. Soooo .. if anyone's interested in having lunch with me...call .... I have most of May free! We can catch-up or just simply hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-76178446?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76178446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/76178446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76178446' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75819950</id><published>2002-04-25T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T13:06:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MY QUESTION FOR THE DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to lose a sense, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: &lt;br /&gt;5 senses: sight, sound, smell, touch, &amp; taste.&lt;br /&gt;Take into consideration that your other senses would improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd choose taste. I don't need my taste buds, do I? Besides doesn't the smelling sense contribute to one's taste buds? I mean if anything that's the least damaging. I would want to lose my sense of touch. Think about it.. then I would never be able to bring back that experience I had in Mardi Grais. Where some girl yelled back, "Dirty Mexican". hahhahah that was funny!!!! If you don't know .. ask me I'll tell you! hahahaha. just don't let &lt;a href="www.neekoh.com"&gt;Neekoh&lt;/a&gt; tell you the story (or the pictures)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to lose my sense of sight! OH HELL NO!!! Then, I wouldn't be able to spot the candy on the highway. What am I talking about.. if I lost sight.. then I wouldn't be on the highway!!! Oh wait...I stated that the other senses would improve... that must include touch. So supposing I did lose my sight and the only way I could see anybody would be to touch them. Do you think I could get away with saying, "hey I'd like to check out your body, but the only way I can see is by touching you"? Hmmm...it might work! That is if I was on Spring Break in Cancun or something! hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now here is the loss of Smell. If I couldn't smell then I wouldn't be able to catch a whiff of the perfume the girls at clubs are wearing. DAMN I LOVE THAT SMELL!! &lt;a href="www.byanymeans.blogspot.com"&gt;FREDATOR&lt;/a&gt; knows that smell very well. hahahahahaha.. but there is an advantage.. If your woman had to Queef and it was a smelly one.. you could still be all lovey dovey because you couldn't smell it. Imagine that! Prrrrt.... That's okay babe... you can still lay next to me, remember I can't smell shit! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. Dude you could be her hero!! cuz you could go down under.. and never return, well at least until you got tired of doing the alphabet! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the loss of Sound. Y'all know where I'm going with this! The loss of sound means that the only thing you can do at a concert is sit there and bob you're head when eveybody else does. You can pretend that you can hear when you can't. Just don't close your eyes. If you do and the band stops... then you look like a FUCKIN IDIOT!! Then of course, there is the advantage..... when your woman yells at you... you could give her that sincere look of apology, all the while thinking damn those fuckin Niners!! Shoot you can even add the slight bob of the head, as if you understand. Note. This applies to all those times she complains about work, money, or how she's getting fat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we don't come equipped with on and off buttons for our senses! Imagine the possibilities! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I have considered lying about not having certain senses, but knowing my ass... I'd get caught, which leads to getting slapped, yelled at, and food thrown at me. Which means I'd get the worse of all 5 senses at once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75819950?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75819950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75819950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75819950' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75776633</id><published>2002-04-24T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T11:49:53.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OFFICE EXCITEMENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a typical day at the office. Quiet as usual. The co-workers around me working rigorously on the projects at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SCREEEECH....HALT .... BOOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump up immediately. The main partner and his son run out the door. One of the assitants is on the phone calling 911. I look through one window... can't see anything. I go into one of the Associate's office...... even worse. Then I join the rest of my colleagues in the room at the corner end of the office. Outside there are at least 7 people on cell phones. No cops, yet. This is kinda funny, since they're usually around when I'm speeding. We see the big boss and his son running down to help. There is at least one person who is definately hurt. The boss is comforting him while his son has run off. He's running as if on a mission. Finally, some police officers arrive. One quickly to the aid of the injured, while the other has gone to direct traffic. Two more squad cars roll in. Then a motorcycle cop. The flares are being placed on the ground and traffic is being directed away. On the scene now is a fire truck. Still no ambulance. The boss' son is running back with a bucket in hand. I assume it's ice. The guy who is injured is hunched over the curb. The boss' hand is on his shoulder. Another police car has arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wonders, how much free time do these guys have? Then I realize I'm in Menlo Park! Duh!! Another fire truck and a fire marshall arrive. Hmmm.. that's a lot of fire people and there is no damn fire! But I suppose they are equally trained in emergency medical techniques. I used to be have a First Aid license as well as qualified to administer CPR. It don't mean sh*t now... but it's comforting to know that I could draw on those skills, if I need to! Anyways, the ambulance has finally arrived. There are four of us in this office. We must be bored, because this isn't the first time this has ever happened. We work on a dangerous street corner in Menlo Park. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75776633?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75776633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75776633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75776633' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75734519</id><published>2002-04-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T10:50:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I HAVE CONFORMED!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original intention for having a blog was so that I could write about the stuff in my life that I felt like sharing with the world. Mostly non-personal material that was not relevant to anyone's life. In that way I couldn't offend or hurt anyone. I'm going to keep that tone going forward. However, as you may have noticed, I have conformed and added a comment section to this piece. Obviously, I'm interested in finding out who actually reads the shit I write. Although hesitant at first, I have them up. So for all those "friends" of mine who wish to make my comment section a continual cap session.... Bring it on!! I'm ready fo you sh*t!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75734519?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75734519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75734519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75734519' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75734278</id><published>2002-04-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T10:42:53.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75734278?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75734278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75734278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75734278' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75698980</id><published>2002-04-22T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-22T13:34:59.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;AMAZING PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I was thinking this morning about how I haven't had anything interesting to blog about. Then what happens today? Something interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually take lunch in or around University avenue. I go to this one place called "PASTA?", located right in the middle. I order the same thing everytime I go there, Fucilli con Siccia with a sprite. I sit in the sun and read the Mercury News. If I'm not reading I'm watching candy glide right past my my outside table and chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular day I was feeling good. I had some interesting reads. I got my fill and left. I walked right up to my car. On the driver's side window was this little white piece of paper. My first thought, "Oh shit! A ticket? They don't give tickets here!" Nope, it was a note. It read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if I hurt your car or not. I can't really tell. please call me at (XXX) XXX-XXXX. Thanks (signature)" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!! Someone actually left a f*ckin note! So I search the car for damages. There's a scratch and a few tire marks. Nothing big. Nevertheless, I still need it fixed. I'm not really trippin about the mark. I'm more amazed/shocked that a complete stranger left a note! I've had bigger door dings and accidents than this without so much as an apology.. Yet, this person, who I later learned was in a rush to get her daughter to the hospital, made the effort to write a note on the back of a coupon! Whereas, if the situation were reversed my ass would've played it off as a "love tap" and bucked the hell outta there! I guess that goes to show what kind of person I am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those people who's car I've banged before, that is if I ever did jhit another car, "I'm sorry!". I can't pay for the damages... but I am truely sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75698980?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75698980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75698980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75698980' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75381877</id><published>2002-04-13T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T00:17:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ASSESSING THE VALUE OF LUXURY ITEMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you shop at the grocery store do you look at price or do you just get whatever's available? When I shop, I determine what I need, price compare between all like items. If I find a comparable that is cheaper.. of course I'm gonna get it! However, I've learned that sometimes... YOU NEED TO BLING BLING THAT SHIT! Especially when it deals with that subject matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week to two weeks ago I went grocery shopping with moms and one of my sisters at Costco. This was my attempt at trying to save money, cuz they have a costco card and I don't. (I don't shop there enough to warrent a membership) My thought was to stock up my household with items that were non-perishable and frequently used. As we walked through the isles I had gathered most of the things on my list. I left my family in search of the item you should never go camping without! TOILET PAPER!... Perusing through the limited selection of this particular luxury item I couldn't help but notice one of my favorite brands. Charmin Triple-ply!!!!! Now, it's not the most expensive brand there but certainly not the cheapest either. I brought it back to the cart. Of course my sister, the college student (I still remember being that! Cornbeef and Top Ramen BABY!!!), states that the KIRLAND brand is cheaper and "JUST AS GOOD" as the Charmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed her, (she's my sister, why would she steer me wrong!) and thus purchased the KIRKLAND BRAND! (NOTE: When you go to Costco... you'll never just get 4 rolls to try them out! I have the 24 roll package sitting in the garage.) It has been approximately 2 days since first using the meager 2-ply tissue they provide. MY ASS has never hated me more than right now!!!! These rolls are by far the worst on the market! In simple terms... let's just say.. these are worse than those you find in the dormitory bathrooms! Thus, I have decided that tomorrow.... I'M GOING BACK TO MY CHARMIN TRIPLE-PLY. There is no substitute for the 3-ply, the quilts, or the fresh powdery feel that only CHARMIN can bring. If I ever get another brand.. I'm gonna treat it like searching for bed sheets... "the higher the thread count the better!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note 2: I would have been more graphic...  but I'm sure you've had a similar situation. Besides... do you really want to know? Okay okay .. I'll let you know this...I'm sitting here typing this blog entry with my buttchecks firmly clenched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75381877?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75381877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75381877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75381877' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75333200</id><published>2002-04-12T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T11:23:36.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HUNGOVER AT WORK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you alright.. you're not your usual bouncy self"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE NOT!!! Besides this minor migraine in the back of my head, I have this queezy rumbling feeling going on in my tummy and my chest feels caved in! FRESH!! Oh how I miss my office! At a time like this it would be great just to sit there motionless. I've done this many times before, not just when I have a hangover, but even at times I just needed a little nap. I'd sit there with a sheets of paper in my hand. My head slightly tilt, in a manner reflective of reading. However, both eyes are shut. My only worry is that I may snore. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75333200?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75333200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75333200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75333200' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75319152</id><published>2002-04-12T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T01:56:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Druken Stupor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wrote is lost forever.... FUCK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75319152?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75319152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75319152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75319152' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-75222749</id><published>2002-04-09T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T16:21:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;APPROPRIATE TIMES TO SHARE LINKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 4pm here at the office. I wasn't suppose to even go in today, but I wanted to have lunch with my boss' assitant because we haven't chatted in a while. Plus I wanted to see what work he left for me this week. As usual, I really didn't need to be here. I have a bit of the 3pm sleepyness going on. Needless to say, I needed to find some way to keep awake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed in the office. There are a lot more new hires, consequently I have been kicked out of my office. I am now seated at a TINY computer desk next to the printer, which is directly behind the 3 assitants in the office. I'm not in plain view, but however, I am in a position where passerbys can see what it is I'm doing. So, when I fall asleep everyone can see me, not like before where in my office they couldn't even tell if I was alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....so I IM my cuz'n Alekhine from LA. He's usually up for some good chat. Besides his Birthday just passed, so I needed to find out what he did. Well conversation on AIM is the usual with him as most others. You chat when you can, basically in between phone calls and reports. He has the chance to warn me.. which goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: ARE YOU ALONE?&lt;br /&gt;ME: what do you mean "alone"?&lt;br /&gt;ME: I'm about to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: IS ANYONE AROUND?&lt;br /&gt;ME: right here in front of everyone&lt;br /&gt;ME: nope&lt;br /&gt;ME: why?&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: &lt;a href="www.blacklungs.com/fun.html"&gt;www.blacklungs.com/fun.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pause&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: OPEN IT LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pause before I read the last line. Sooo of course my curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SH^T!!!! &lt;br /&gt;ALT+TAB! &lt;br /&gt;OH SH^T it doesn't work! &lt;br /&gt;F*CK! F*CK! F*CK!!! &lt;br /&gt;ALT+TAB; &lt;br /&gt;(right click)+CLOSE SH*T DIDN'T WORK!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say my heart is beating a thousand beats per minute! I'm scared my co-worker is about to turn around and say something to me. Or that the PARTNERS of the firm in the rooms behind me are about to walk out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T CLOSE THIS DAMN THING!&lt;br /&gt;CTRL+ALT+DELETE &lt;br /&gt;TASK MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;END TASK! END TASK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up the spreadsheet I was working on..... and what do I find??? The same damn picture on my spreadsheet. (right click)+ cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the rest of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;ME: too late&lt;br /&gt;ME: bastard&lt;br /&gt;ME: fuckin.. &lt;br /&gt;ME: AAA&lt;br /&gt;ME: okay now I'm AWAKE&lt;br /&gt;ME: FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: you know what i fuckin had to close my lap top!&lt;br /&gt;ME: bastard!&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;ME: it left it as a picture on my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;ME: bastard!&lt;br /&gt;ME: had to delete that shit quick&lt;br /&gt;ME: I'm fuckin sweatin bullets!&lt;br /&gt;ME: bitchass!&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: SORRY&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;CUZ'N: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-75222749?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75222749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/75222749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75222749' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-11356373</id><published>2002-04-01T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T15:53:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;APRIL FOOL'S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's april fool's day today. I got a call from my youngest sister. She wants to pull an April's Fool Joke on my mom. So, It got me thinking. (Yes I have that evil look on now!) I'm still thinking of a plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, her question is taking me back to the days when I used to live at my parents house. As much as I hated living at home, under parent's rules as well as having no privacy, I can't help but feel sad about not being able to pull tricks and pranks on them. I think almost all of my friends have heard me talk about how me and my sisters have this annual birthday whip cream in the face prank. When each one of our birthdays comes around we plot out how to douse them with whip cream. That tradition has slowly died as we've gotten older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share my favorite story from those times:&lt;br /&gt;It's early Christmas eve morning. (Me and my youngest sister were both born on the same day: December 24 Seven years apart. Yes we are both christmas eve babies, Yes the same day, No we are not twins, Yes it does suck to have only one present, No my parents did not plan it that way!) Of course I know what's about to go down and since I was out the prior night I knew I'd better stay up. Well as I'm hiding behind a door, (Yes it has a lock and the room is equipped with a t.v. so I can stay in there the whole day) I hear my middle sister's alarm go off. Woah! Can we say someone wants pay back! Anyhow, she manages to sneak into my youngest sister's room without a peep. She apparently, was carrying all her equipment with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This how it went down (I'm guessing, remember I'm behind a door watching to make sure I'm not next!) She takes her one arm and handcuffs her to her bed. My little sister, by the way, is still groggy from being abruptly woken up. She has no clue! Well, my middle sister grabs a paper plate full of whip cream and presses it gently on her face. Yeah right gently my ASS!! Hahahhaha. Next, as my youngest sister kicks furiously, she proceeds to empty three cans of whip cream on her. My middle sister leaves to clean herself off, leaving my other sister to wallow in the whip cream. With all the shouting and laughing going on my mom has to see what's going on! My sister begs to be released, and I thought mom was about to get hella mad because her bedsheets were covered with whip cream! I was totally wrong. Mom ended up turning her over so that her butt was exposed! I forgot how many times my mom smacked her in the ass, I could only remember me laughing behind a door! Oh yeah she ended with a pinch to my sister's arm. Well by now, she's pretty pissed off. She demanded to be released because she wanted to get cleaned off. My mid sis came up with the best resolution for that. A bucket full of water! Doused in whip cream and water! HAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were some great times.. when I have kids.. that's what we're gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-11356373?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11356373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11356373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11356373' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-11334719</id><published>2002-03-31T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T22:34:38.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went home for dinner tonight. Then went to my buddy's parents house where we played pool. I told him about my blog.. and so he added this... one. What if you were going up for bread and as you are about to recieve the bread you sneeze? Does the priest say "God bless you"? Does he go back and wash his hands? or does he just wipe them on his robe? and if you are the one that follows do you get bread? or do you walk away. Oh or do you go and just get wine instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-11334719?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11334719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11334719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11334719' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-11321996</id><published>2002-03-31T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T16:51:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY EASTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHURCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was compelled to go today. No I didn't fall asleep, like I used to when I was in high school. Well I was in the back where they keep all the wine and stuff. The preist gets to the part of the service where they take up a collection. I rummage through my pocket for some money. The usher approaches, just as I'm about to pull out my dollar, he askes me if I wanna help out with collection. Should I refuse? Of course not, I've been called to service. So I'm I guessed that I'm suppose to walk up bow my head and start the collection. Howvever, I didn't know whether to put my dollar in before I collect or after I collect. So I literally am there placing a dollar in the basket then placing it back in my pocket. Repeat that two more times. I decide to wait. I have to coordinate with the other volunteers to figure out where I'm suppose to go. Then I go up, bow, and go to my designated pew. I start passing the basket around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile the money in the basket gets bigger. Why do parents let their little children pass the collection basket around? I swear, those baskets are too big for their tiny hands. Which go t me to thinking, What if the basket falls? Do I go inbetween the pews to get the money? Or what if on the off chance, some little kid runs off with the basket? Do I run after them? okay so after the first set of pews are done I go ahead and make my deposit into the collection basket. Next, is when you pray. How come I can't forget that time when I was holding hands with someone guy during prayer, and his palms were sweaty? Every time I go to church and pray, I feel like I should bring gloves. I wonder if it would work if I just placed my fingers in their palm? Hmmm..maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my last question about church. So when you get communion, say you have an itch. Let's say in your thigh. You go to scratch it just as the priest is about to place the bread in your cupped hands. The bread falls to the ground. What do you do? Do you ask for another one? Or how about this? Do you pick it up and just say, "God made dirt, dirt don't hurt" Hmmm.. okay one more question. When priests drink wine with dinner, do they drink sacramental wine? If so, do they say amen after each time they sip their glass? hmmmm....I'm curious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES... I may go to hell.. but I know of at least two others who'll be seated next to me in line. At least I won't be alone, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-11321996?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11321996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11321996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11321996' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-11108063</id><published>2002-03-25T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T11:56:34.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TEMPUR-PEDIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have vowed to get one of these! I swear! If I'm not plotted in some East Coast metropolitan next year, then I will have one. Shoot call that number and you get 120 days to try the sucka FREE! It comes with a 20 year guarantee. So far I've gotten the one for sitting down. Compare that to sitting on pillows... I'll take the tempur-pedic anyday. Oh and next time someone invites me to a baby shower.... guess what I'm giving to the mother to be.. the TEMPUR-PEDIC slippers. I bet you she'll remember who gave those to her. Anyways, this mattress is bad ass. Bad thing about it is that it comes with a high sticker price. 2 g's!! I know by summer I can front that cash, but do I really want to spend that much?? Only time shall tell. This is especially true because this summer, I want to actually start my second interest... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAILING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first thought about this when I was driving down Woodside, on the other side leading to the Redwood city pier. I came across this place called Spinnaker's. There I found that I could learn how to sail, as well as rent sail boats. The lessons eventually entitle you to a license to sail in other states, on the chance that I may go somewhere else. I know I've said this many many times before, but I think I'll be able to do it this summer. It looks like so much fun. They even have a sailing club where some folks get together and sail across the seas to other countries. How dope is that?! I know I should be getting a bike or something, but in this situation there's a less likely chance of me getting hurt.(Me and speed = don't mix) Unless some pole hits me from behind. Hopefully, I'll get that chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-11108063?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11108063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11108063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11108063' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-11016612</id><published>2002-03-22T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T12:28:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CATS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry cat lovers, but I'm about to shoot three of them! Gosh dammit! I barely got any sleep last night, due to those felines crying all night long! At first I thought it was a baby in the backyard. So I tried to go back to sleep (I'm not too coherant when I'm abruptly woken up). I tossed and turned. Then I sprang to my feet, opened the blinds, and yelled at them to go away! I laid back in bed to try to sleep again. I don't know how much time had passed, then again with the baby cries. Those damn cats!! So I wasn't really in the mood to wake up anymore, but alas the grinding commute was calling my name. So as I get out of the shower.. what do I hear again?... Just one cat! I do as I did before. This time the cat is on the fence across from me. I, in my bathrobe, am staring at this creature. In my mind I'm cussing it out. He/she is staring directly at me as if reading my thoughts. For that one instance me and the cat connected. In that moment I think it knew I was gonna win this little staring contest, and I did. It left my property, off to cry and bicker to the rest of the neighborhood. I hope that's the end of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE GO GAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to call the company. I got a lot of information about it from one of the creators. I then emailed my friends and family to see if anyone was interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first read about this I was like dayam.. they made a game out of it? As I read along, I took notice as too how complicated and elaborate this game really is. Then it got me to thinking. If I could get enough people we could make it a social thing. Everyone always complains about how they haven't met anyone new. Well this could solve that problem, especially if we use the friends of co-workers network. I was just imagining how it could work. Everybody working in different groups. How fricking creative these folks could be. If anybody hooked up, well then I'd be to blame, again. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have three confirmed yesses. I like the fact that there wasn't any kind of hesitation too. Dayaam. People out to have fun. I love that! Hopefully I can get more people to join and we can actually do this. Soooo if you are reading this and you want to know what I'm talking about .. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="www.thegogame.com"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-11016612?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11016612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11016612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11016612' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-11000285</id><published>2002-03-21T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T23:11:43.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a conversation with someone Monday. Sooo, I went rollerblading. I was curious to see if I still had the ability to balance on those wheels again. Late last night I wiped off the dust and I packed some clothes. I changed after work and headed to this spot I know of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicked off the shoes and put on the blades. Okay I was parked on a hill and as I began to roll..... FLAAAABAM!! THUD!. I laugjed hard, even though my ass hurt! Next time I'm ready. One thing to note.... I like speed. wind in my face speeding along. Second note.... me and speed don't mix! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when I was a youngin... maybe even younger than a teenager. wooooah! that's a long time ago. Ed and I walked our bikes up the back hills of Milpitas. We rode half the day up there... it was great. But on our way down we decided to ride it through... well long story short... I lost control.. aimed for the dirtpath and rolled halfway down. I still have a scar on my elbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the rollerblading... I was rolling along being very careful not to fall. I practiced my hockey stop and the T stop. I almost forgot how to do that. Then as I was going along I practiced slowing down. About 3 miles through I see that the road is bending downward. Guess what I do?... Turn the F*ck around! I don't need two accidents this year. I think I'm gonna need more practice. If it's sunny next week I'll try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-11000285?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11000285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/11000285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11000285' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-10976976</id><published>2002-03-21T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T10:41:36.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not quite the Jazz buff as &lt;a href="http://www.beatsrhymesnlife.com"&gt;Ms. Voodochild&lt;/a&gt; (if you ask politely she may show you her album of artists from A-Z), so I don't really know all that much about it or the different types. However, I do know that ever summer there is a Jazz festival that goes on around the bay area. And that right now.... Louis Amstrong (not the astronaut... inside joke!) is jammin on my speakers. What's pretty cool too is that I got three of his cds for $10.99 at Costco. Sweeet deal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-10976976?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10976976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10976976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10976976' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-10959562</id><published>2002-03-20T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T21:42:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 cigs and a phone call later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The approval to post this link:  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://neekoh.openthelight.com"&gt;COME AGAIN PICTURES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click the on the link marked enter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-10959562?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10959562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10959562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10959562' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-10883033</id><published>2002-03-18T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T19:30:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going into the next topic .. yet... but for all those interested in what was going on at the party Saturday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this little picture movie @ &lt;a href="http://www.f-o-b.org/Movie1.html"&gt;COME AGAIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes a while to load.... but definately worth the wait! Oh and put up your speakers cuz the fun has only just begun. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-10883033?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10883033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10883033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10883033' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-10870078</id><published>2002-03-18T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T15:55:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna write about Saturday's party nor my grandma's 1 year wake anniversary... rather 2 topics come to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SURPRISING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm reminded of the movie American Beauty. In particular, I'm thinking of the beginning. The very first things ever said in the movie are about how Kevin Spacey's character is amazed at his ability to surprise himself. Last night I felt that.. well actually more on being able to surprise my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set-up this moment. I've known Ed for more than most of my life. He is one of three very close friends of mine (the girls are another set all together still very close none the less) and we've known each other the longest. We were childhood buddies and neighbors. We've gone on Goonie adventures through the backyards of Milpitas. We've trekked the surrounding hills and tumbled all the way down. In essence we've grown up together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were out with another best friend, one who has also shared in many adventures with us as well. The conspirator of the "music videos". Well after the movie and dinner, me and Ed went back to his new house. There he introduced me to his sister's new boyfriend (??). Upon meeting him Ed mentions the fact that he is a member of the San Francisco Youth Symphony. Once I heard this I immediately asked a variety of symphony related questions. Even adding my own information about the services the symphony offers. Shoot I even named San Francisco's highest profile composer Michael Tilson Thomas. (I could have even given them background information on him). He was shocked. He didn't know I knew that kind of information and although it was a small moment. One that maybe not worth writing about I had to draw a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked in myself. More because I was able to show something that I've done and had an interest in to someone who knows a great deal of history about me than just the fact that I knew something about the orchaestra. I think it stems from what he said about me too. He said that I don't leave that impression on people, that I'd be into that sort of thing. Which is for the most part true. I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the second topic.. I'll revisit that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-10870078?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10870078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10870078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10870078' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-10728430</id><published>2002-03-14T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-14T03:12:25.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay let’s put things into perspective…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 27. I work. This week is hectic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I go out tonight? Hmmm… I just wanted to go out. Too much stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’M GLAD I DID. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a night. Middle of the week and I’m feeling good. This was the perfect stress reliever. Although, the night didn’t start off that way I thought it would. I got home from work at around 8pm. No one was home and I started watching Star Trek: Enterprise. After it finished I went on the net to surf around and read some blogs. I got to &lt;a href="www.onelove.net"&gt;Eddie’s &lt;/a&gt;site and skimmed through his pics. Then, Nico Ims me asks me if I wanna go out. Sure, I’m in that mind frame where I need to get out of the house, even though yesterday I hungout with him at Brainwash. (It’s a café/laundromat…. where Nico &amp; Eddie like to do their laundry.)  Anyways, we decide to hit up this bar in Portero Hill. Nice place and if you bring cds/lps you may get a chance to deejay. I had a drink and a few cigs before we left. On the way back me and Nico decide to pass out flyers at 330 Ritch. Dead. So we then on the way back Nico says.. how about Glass Kat. There is supposed to be some strippers there. Sure why not. Well once we get in… we notice that there are a lot of dudes in thongs.( Fucked up mental picture!) Apparently the girl strippers were there also but they’re show (I guess) ended already. So, naturally the ratio of women to men is like 3 to 1. We get in and order drinks. We need to pass out these flyers. Then low and behold what do our eyes see…. A dude and this chick freaking each other. No not just your normal club freaking, but the type where you just have to say “Get a fucking room already!”. So we take posture on some stool chairs so that we can check out the eye candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then “BLAM!” these to freakazoids are right in front of me and Nico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Dude… fucking get a room already&lt;br /&gt;Nico: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: dayam.. that girl must be a stripper.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: huh. Get a room&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: This is better than a fucking strip show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know.. these to are make shift fucking against the bar. WTF??!! Nico points at the candle that’s about to burn the girl’s hair. So I move it. The rest of the male bodies standing around are gawking and taking pictures. You can’t help but root this guy on. She leaves after a while. So we eye the rest of the females. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man … Poppa Joe … is getting his freak on with this cute little Betty asian girl. Okay now I’m jealous so I marinate on my stool chair with drink in hand. To the left you can spot the “oh sooo tiny” asian chick humpin away at one of the male strippers. (they’ve already gone to the back to change into some real clothes) Next thing you know…. Humpfest all over again. Shorty is propped on dudes thighs “humpin the nite away”. I also have been eyeing this bald roughneck trying to get in tune to this other Betty. She ain’t havin it. She pushes, kicks and even threatens to get this guy away from her. Persistence in this case will not pay off. Homie kept trying the whole night. I got three words for ya bro….”NO MEANS NO”.  He was bordering on a legal restraining order. I couldn’t stop laughing the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try and finish this tomorrow…. Gnight… hopefully tomorrow’s work day won’t be too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-10728430?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10728430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10728430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10728430' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-10685427</id><published>2002-03-12T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T22:55:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big day today at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was I working hard today. I didn't leave until almost 8pm. Dang! Then the commute, but it was all good. Had a great drive home. I think if someone ever invents the self-driving car I'm gonna be one of the first person's to buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... just got back from Brainwash with Nico.... he did his laundry and I did somemore work. Well half work.... half brainstorming. You ever get those days where you're inspiration is just flowing??? I'm having one of those right now. Amazing what that can do for your self-esteem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after a couple of more days like today... I'm just gonna have to lay it our for the boss-man. Gonna have to take a day off mid-week next week. Snow time??? Hell yeah baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dayam... Star Trek Voyager!!! Woo hoo baby! The last episode.. the one I missed! I'm one happy muther!!!! Gotta blaze ... blog ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. I hate to be continueds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-10685427?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10685427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10685427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10685427' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-10604592</id><published>2002-03-10T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-11T00:06:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="www.urbaniditarod.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="www.neekoh.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It' Sunday.. and now I've finally had time to blog about stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna let all the events from the past 2 weeks pass and I'll write about the stuff that happened this Saturday...... but to keep you informed this is what I did last week and weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sno Cone Concert: feat. Saul Williams (I think that's who it was???), Ozo Matli, &amp; Kenny Denison (I didn't care too much for him). Blackalious was supposed to show but they didn't. I went there with Jenn and met up Nico, his friend Mel, Eddie, and Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the snow. Gambled. Almost lost a bunch of money, but didn't. Came back went to a club. (Asia Fest.. hate those).Then went to Lucky Chances, lost some cash there, not a lot. (No I don't normally gamble at Lucky, but I was kinda forced into the situation). Oh and back to the Asia Fest thing..... Dontcha hate those wanna be gangsta thugs... Asians in wife beater T-shirts and tatoos all over, running around the club like they're hard as hell!.. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday went to the Gorillaz concert. I went with &lt;a href="http://piaadoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;Piaadoll&lt;/a&gt;. Met up with &lt;a href="www.neekoh.com"&gt;Nico&lt;/a&gt;, Glen, &lt;a href="www.onelove.net"&gt;Eddie&lt;/a&gt; and Claire. Although I watched only a bit of the show (The Gorillaz play behind a big screen, which doesn't show they're faces. Basically, you're at a techno concert.) I got faded... too many Jack &amp; cokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, it was Jenn Gonzaga's birthday. So me and Nico headed up to the Trap Door in the Marina District. Okay so I got drunk again. Kinda faster than usual. 3-4 Jack &amp; cokes within less than an hour. Woooooah .. I needed to get some food after all the drinks I had. Crashed out at Nico and Eddie's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning for the &lt;a href="www.urbaniditarod.com"&gt;Urban Iditarod&lt;/a&gt;. I was joined by Chris, Hue and my Homie Ed. I thought it was going to be a hot day, boy was I wrong. So I started the race downing 2 beers and claiming that I would be drunk as hell by the end. Dang I think I talked too much shit. After making it to the first marker I knew that any more beers and I would be seeing breakfast. So I stalled on the beer. Made it to stop 3 (mandatory drink stops) and just hungout feeling sick.I don't think the beer mixed well with the jack &amp; cokes from the night prior. They had all kinds of games and stuff for all of the other dogs (we were dressed like dogs, well we just had doggie ears everyone else was all decked out. Two groups went as Scooby-Doo and the gang) After that we went to stop 4. At that stop I decided no more beers. So that time I started off with a jack &amp; coke. Chris sat outside with the cart. Nico and Hue joined me with jack &amp; coke also. Ed, however, had a Strawberry Daquiri. Well as we were sitting enjoying our drinks a couple of betty's from the Mystery Machine (Scrappy-Doo and Daphne) joined us. They were pretty tossed. That was all good. Then Daphne boasted about how she could drink my drink and that it was that hard. So I let her kill it. Scrappy on the other hand couldn't stop cappin on Ed about how he should let the "girl" drink the "girly" drink. That was funny! Then we made it to the 5th stop on the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FISHERMAN'S WHARF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there ahead of a lot of people. Well actually.... they got there ahead of a lot of people. I, on the other hand, was 3-4 carts back. That was a hard run! I ended up running along side this tall white dude. We paced each other cuz we both couldn't keep up. That was pretty cool cuz he looked like one of those fit white guys and I'm a husky asian guy running next to him. So I looked cool. I guessed it helped that I was barking and woofing the whole way down. Boy those tourists ate it up. Cameras left and right filming. Cheers and looks followed us all the way to Steelhead Brewery (??). The most asked question was posed my way "What is this".... my answer.. "oh it's just an excuse to get drunk and run rampant in the streets... www.Urban Iditirod" The most simple answer. I like what the guy dressed as a bishop said as we watched the rest of the "dogs" mount the passing firetruck. "What are you guys doing this for?" ... his answer..."God". Hahahahaha.... Yeah they mounted a firetruck.. as well as a passing truck that had three huge dog heads on it. Crazy! One dalmation dressed with a hula skirt offered his beads to the two girls me, Nico, and Ed were eyeing. Had to give that guy props especially after he went back to freak them! hahahahahaha. Anyways, after a lot of cheers, laughs, and barking we raced to the final destination. That was it ... me trailing behind my team right in front of me Hue. Next to me.... "The dogg pound". If any group was to win the best costume.. I'd say them. All dressed in flannel, kakis, and rags on their forehead. Their cart.... pimped out with a beat box and it even had flames coming out of the end like a drop down caddie at a car show. Those who didn't push.. had a scooter or a bicyle.. much like the ones you would see in a Snoop Dogg video. Tightttt! I heard they took a pic in front of cop car!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We concluded the race with me sprinting in front of the CBS camera toward my guys. My fifteen minutes of fame.. and you see me trying to finish the damn race. So to get the extra attention.. I ran barking! Hahahahaha! But that didn't end it the camera crew came by to us afterward... Nico got his by saying "Didn't you guys see me run up that hill!" Nice one Nico! Anyways ... that was the end of the race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend.... maybe I'll just write about it tomorrow. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-10604592?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10604592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10604592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10604592' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-10013179</id><published>2002-02-22T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T12:09:25.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... and to think I started this on Tuesday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY MORNING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy wakes me up: "Kuya Jerry, we're leaving now"&lt;br /&gt;Oh sh*t what time is it? OH damn... gotta pack. So it's a mad rush to get out of the house.I asked Ed if he and the rest of the guys can wait up for me.. I'm too tired to drive. Well we eat, pack, and try to get out of there. At least most of us tried. Some of the LA guys got into a hugh snowball fight. Ed and Fred joined in and of course I was a favorite target. I ran back into the house.. tired from the hike up both stairs.. and from just pure exhaustion. As I got up.. Roland was laughing above me.. Blam.. snowball on my back. That's messed up .. in the house??? Are there no places off limits? Anyways, I got Ro back .. not as good as he got me... but it did the trick. I was done packing up my mom's Rodeo .. so I hung out outside with the warring parties.. poor Jimmy. He's always getting picked on. Ed, Fred, and I kept moving because we didn't want to be accidentally hit by a stray snowball. Dang those things were hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Nico and Ed a Walkie Talkie so we can communicate on the way home. Alekhine locked the door to the cabin and we put the remaining food and alcohol in Ed's Rover. I gathered the last members for a group photo.. the one I should've taken at the beginning of the trip. Oh well. Next time. Anyways.. we said our good byes and wished each other a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkie Talkie Talk:&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Nico switch to channel 8 10.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: 8 10 .. Roger.&lt;br /&gt;Fred to Jerry: Ask him who's Roger&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Who's Roger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving along down the road:&lt;br /&gt;Kine: Hey guys were gonna head to Tahoe Management to drop off the keys.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Alright cuz'n have a safe trip&lt;br /&gt;Nico: What was that?&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: LA is going home now.. just keep on driving.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Roger that!&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Fred: Who's Roger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in Traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Jerry do you think it'll still be like this till Sac?&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: It usually clears up once we get there, but after Sac it may be hectic..&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Okay I think we'll have to turn off at Kirkwood and go through the backside&lt;br /&gt;Fred: Okay you lead I'll follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backside:&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Hey Jerry, when you get better at snowboarding you wanna jump from a helicopter?&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Sure dude.. whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Hey we're at half tank..how are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Half tank. &lt;br /&gt;Jerry: So do you think we should get gas?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: We'll stop at the next gas station. Roger&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Who's Roger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Stockton:&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Hey do you guys want to stop at my sisters house? It's in Stockton.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Sure &lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Okay I'll call her up.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry on phone with Jenn: Hey we're coming by cook rice. Cook a lot you know how Ed eats. &lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Hey what do you guys want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Fred: I want hambuger.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: How about we get you sister.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Hey dick she's on the phone ass! &lt;br /&gt;Nico: HAHAHA.. sorry bro how about some KFC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang up the phone with Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: That sounds good .. lemme ask Jenn .... should we tell her to get it?&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Naw just have her make rice.. we'll go and get it&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: okay .. (calling Jenn)&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: So we'll get the food and bring it to my sisters?&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Roger that.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Who's Roger?&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Roger as in the CB term. When you .......&lt;br /&gt;his response is drowned out by Me and Fred laughing .. coincidentally my sister has just picked up to me and Fred laughing. We laughed soo hard... we pulled off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived we had a chance to eat. We watched Rat Race.. then we left. We went to Ed's house.. distributed the rest of the stuff.. and went our merry ways... and So ends our trip. Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-10013179?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10013179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/10013179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#10013179' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9975406</id><published>2002-02-21T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T15:36:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY APOLOGIES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't finish the update yesterday.. I was passed out. The dentist fucked me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY MORNING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early we all woke to the smell of hot food cooking. Mellow and Joy were there.. cooking away. I was recovering from my night of drunken stupor. That and the fact that as I slept on the air mattress i brought I kept slipping into the crack between the mattres and the the futon next to me. Everytime I did that .. I would accidently touch D (because Denise slept on the edge closet to me, while Marissa slept middle, and Jocelyn slept on the other side) and i would wake up to see .. D's Ass right in front of me! Great!! Anyway .. I woke up .. with a very mild headache. Everyone else was getting ready for another day of boarding. I counted the amount of people going this time.. but no luck on getting the over 20 discount. So I just told them they were all on their own. Well actually they did have 20, but Ed's cousins were ghost already so there went the 20. Joy, Jenny, Car, Dennis, and Gerard left early for church.. and told everyone that they'd meet there. Nico helped Mello cook the rest of the food. Eveyone else ate and got ready. Snow fell the night before so chains were needed on the van. As they were putting them on D and her friends didn't know whether or not they needed chains.. so for a long time they were discussing on whether or not they needed chains. Just as Jocelyn was about to get into Ed's car to go get some chains... Jenn G hops in her car and sees that she has all wheel traction .. thus no need for chains. Khine on the other hand did need some.. because the guys lost the other ones, the night before when they went to the casinos... Ziggy got the blame on that one cuz it takes more than 5 minutes to put on chains.. especially if you have to lock them up, which he apparently did not! I went back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it took them a lot longer to get out than usual. I began cooking the rest of the food because Jimmy and some of the other laggers were still just waking up. Roland was soo groggy that he dropped the coffee strainer. Neil and him had to clean it up. Mello laughed profusly! Cecillia and Ann Marie stayed upstairs in the warmth of the cabin as the guys put the chains on. Ed called from down below asking for some help from me. I ran down with great urgency. I wondered why they wanted me when Jeremiah had just came back from downstairs. Oh well.. and as I turned the corner..... Blam blam blam.... Those F*ckin A**holes ... AMBUSHED me!! I halled ass and turned corner.. ran upstairs to the deck... and BLAM BLAM BLAM!!! hit a couple of them.. Ziggy, Jimmy, Roland, and Colton.. helped. We had them from an elevated position.. too bad I didn't see that shovel in the corner... or else they're ass would've been mine!!! sokay.. cuz I got a lot of them. Poor Khine.. he didn't want any part of it. But I got him anyway cuz i didn't know that him and Gene were neutral parties to the AMBUSH. I was still firing aways as the guys who helped me all turned back and ran into the house. They locked the door on poor Jimmy... who ran out bare foot. He was gripping.. the whole time I was firing on the other guys. I went back in the house. I chilled out, laughed and relaxed a bit. Mello came up from downstairs and pelted me with snow ball. You know I had to get her back... so I picked up the reminants from the ground. I chased her into the kitchen where she was preparing to turn on the faucet. She did.. and I got her too. Then I picked her ass off the ground and started carrying her outside.... as I did.. she grabbed the closest thing she could.... A cup of cold coffee. She dumped the whole thing on me! So I took her out to the deck. pelted her with snow.. then turned around and locked her out. The guys below saw a straggler .. and well let's just say they took aim and fired. I let her in after a few minutes in the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowboarders all bailed... thus leaving the rest of us to hazards of cabin boredom. Yeah right... no sooner did they leave did we find something to do. A conundrum of noise was coming from down stairs. Laughter that filled the cabin. A few of us came from upstairs to check out what the comotion was all about. It was somewhere between the hour of 9:30 and 10:00 am and Fred, Maricris, Tony, Kat, Merlina, Roland, and Jimmy (who never drinks hard liquor) were all taking shots. I believe it started out as a friendly game of pool and turned into one big drinking binge. By the time we got there the 1/2 bottle of Jack was gone they were begining on the other 1/2 of the Bacardi Rum left from last night. They laughed and drank at every scratch. They laughed and drank at every shot made into a pocket. Lionel, Ziggy, Neil, Colton, Nico, and I .... couldn't help but feel a little left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lionel and I decided to join in... at first we didn't want to play for drinks. Then I asked Lionel.. and well there we were taking a shot to start the game. That was our buy in drink... then Fred's DRUNK ASS pours a quadruple shot. I'll get to why this is important later. So we begin to play. The team pairs are like this.. Lionel and I against Jimmy and Roland. I can't help but feel a little confident.. I'm still sober. Anyways. we are playing.. I make in two or three.. then Roland makes in four. Lionel makes none.. and Jimmy none. Then I'm going in for the shot.. and as I stroke the cue... Jimmy's hand is on my ass!!!! I can't help but miss. I cry foul, but no one cares.. they just wanna see me drink. The meanest agressor of all Fred.. coarsing .. actually more like cussing me out.. and telling me I have to take the quadruple shot! He's in my face! Dang if he weren't my boy. I'd clock him! Anyways, I take a regular shot.. under protest mind you! We play the rest of the game out....but unfortunately ... we lose! Thus the quadruple shot is split in two.. and Lionel and I are the sour losers.... So after that.. you can't help but try and coerce the rest of the sober people to drink, but it didn't work. Somewhere in the conversation and all of the rambling.. you can hear.. "I like to swallow" .. .woahhhhh... okay hello... what are you guys talking about! Then next you hear Lionel state.. Jimmy's a 9.9??????!!!!  We laugh!. Go outside.. and well smoke. Lionel is still b*tchin about how Jimmy's a 9.9.  We split up and I go upstairs. I start to crash out on the sofa when "dum didi dum" Lionel appears! wakes me up.. yells at me. "Jer, you can't sleep. I won't let you. Com' mon .. take another shot with me! Okay if you take one shot.. I'll take one!" and this goes on and on until I finally succumb to the peer presure.... it even continues afterward.. My only escape... "hey why isn't Neil drinking?" .. Lionel quick to the wit.... "Neil com'mon.. we're boys"... Neil ... "i'm coo.. I have my beer.. this is my 5th one" .. Lionel " Bullsh*t.. that's the same beer I saw you with yesterday!" "Neil and Pacifico... fuckin that's stale beer!" "That's probably the same beer I saw you with last month".. actually I don't really know what the jokes were but they were along these lines. Oh and they were a lot funnier, because after hearing this for about 30 minutes.. Mello had to leave else she'd bust a gut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all decided to stay upstairs and watch Ocean's 11. Cuz'n Alvin hooked it up with all the latest realeases. We had Amelie, Oceans 11, Ali, Training Day, and some others. Great quality on most of them too. So we all were upstairs watching because we wanted to leave some of the others downstairs.... to their own private parties. We laughed about it at first.. but secretly most of us were jealous! Okay I'll admit it.. I was! hahahahaha. So with that.. we watched and waited for the Laker game. I again pronounced my hatred for the team ( this year's team anyway, cuz you can't hate on the previous lakers... they were dope!) I was still buzzing from the shots we took .. Oh I forgot to mention that after Lionel's hour long comedy fest...we all took a shot together .. kinda like a band of brothers! That was great.. cuz right after.. we ate the ravioli that Jenn G and Mello cooked! Back to waiting for the game.. I decided that I wanted to get those who ambushed me...  so I went downstairs and shoveled more snow. I took it upstairs while Jeremiah shaped them into snowballs! we had a nice little pile up there. Then the game came on. As soon as it did... I was knocked out! and I wasn't alone. Jeremiah, Jenn G, and Mello left by the third quarter. The rest of us passed out!. When I woke up .. the guys were just arriving. I was too tired to get them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY NIGHT 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they all arrived .. the first question to come out of Ed's mouth... "Where's the food?".. my response.. "Helloooooo, you wanted to have a buffet on Sunday!" So the next plan on the agenda... was to get everyone ready to go. I stated that we'd go once everyone was ready. So all the boarders took showers.. while the rest of us kicked back. Once everyone was done.. we headed to Harrah's for the Buffet dinner. We arrived somewhere around 8 - 8:30pm. Kat put her name on the list....as I explained to everyone that they would not take reservations. We had an hour. So I went with Lionel, Roland, and Colton down to the gaming area. I was with the top brass of the DBS crew's gambling authorities. I need to let go of some smelly friends in my favorite part of the casino (the bathroom) before joining the guys. We selected a table .. and i gambled.. I lost another hundred.  Folks from upstairs kept coming down telling us that the wait would be another 10 - 20 minutes. Then Dennis and Car came down.. and said that we were ready to eat. I was walking with Colton.. when he decides to get Roland.. and told me to go ahead. I knew that the real reason was that he wasn't that hungry and wanted to gamble somemore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got upstairs and Dennis and Car treated me to my portion of the buffet. Thanks guys. They said it was for organizing the whole trip. No sweat I told them..so long as everyone had fun. We sat .. we ate.. we talked. That was great. I guess everyone was happy. No one complained about the wait... not even Ed. That made my day. We all left for the casinos. Some left to go back home. I  was at a table and  after about an hour I was still even with my two hundred. (I was still two hundred in the whole) I then decided to take back my cuz'ns. So in my car sat my cuz'n Alvin, his girl Ann, my other cuz'n Alain, Ziggy, and Neil. When we got back.. Darius, Maricris, Tony, Kat, and Merlina were getting ready to leave, while Joy, Ed, Nico, Car, Dennis, and Jenny were cleaning up. Me and Alain took in a couple of pool games, before I headed back to the casinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY/MONDAY &lt;/b&gt;(midnight passed we're into the wee hours of the morning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived Fred, my cuz'n Alekhine, and his girl Cecillia were asking for my keys so that they could drive back home. They left me with Lionel, Jimmy, Colton, and Roland. I was giving up hope because I was down to my last 150 ... before finding a good table. It was with this group I gambled with earlier. Then they left .. and the dealer goes .. " You wanna make your money back?" I'm like "HELL YEAH" &lt;br /&gt;dealer: How much did you lose?&lt;br /&gt;me: I'm down 4!&lt;br /&gt;dealer: okay listen to me and you'll make it back up&lt;br /&gt;me: okay&lt;br /&gt;so in a series of hands.. I make back most of my money.&lt;br /&gt;dealer: okay if you win this your even and you should go home. worse case.. your down a hundred&lt;br /&gt;me: okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm even! but I decide to play further....&lt;br /&gt;dealer: hey well I got you back to even the rest is up to you&lt;br /&gt;me: Sorry Jimmy.. I just gotta try and get me some new boots and bindings!&lt;br /&gt;the dealer goes on break... &lt;br /&gt;I'm still there... 150 down from when he left me.&lt;br /&gt;I leave and join up with Lionel and Colton.. who are just marinating at their posts. I find the table next to them. I'm playing two hands... I'm really coming up. I think I've won somewhere between 3 - 4 hundred. Then Lionel spots Jimmy some money.. and he joins my table. No sooner than he joins.. then I'm going down faster than the titanic! F*ck... the only thing in my head is something bad to say.... So I say it anyway, "Jimmy you're bad Luck" I'm worse than I started. I'm down to 1 bill. Crap! So I immediately leave Jimmy and find another table. I'm not really feeling it over there... so I join up with this other group. Full table and I play two hands.. a quarter each hand.. i come up. I'm back to even. The guys are tired and want to leave.. I'm even .. I can go. Too bad Roland doesn't want to leave. So Lionel and Jimmy head to the car to sleep. Roland, Colton, and I play somemore. I find another Black Jack table. I come up a little more. Then split off to cash in..on that bet I came up about 50 bucks. I'm about to cash in when I see that same table I came up at.. I couldn't resist. I go back. When Colton arrives with Roland.. I go a little nuts like always... Last hand.. big bet. or as some one once said.. "Go BIG or Go HOME!" Well 75 each hand sounds about right. Sweet. I come up! Both hands.. I'm up the the whole weekend. i won two bills over all my losses. Not my usual grand, but who's complaining??! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to the cabin and it's around 4am.. Joy and them are gonna leave in a couple of hours. ....&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop here.. and continue the rest tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9975406?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9975406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9975406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9975406' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9902069</id><published>2002-02-19T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T23:44:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow looking at my past blog.. guess I'm gonna have to finish it another time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNUAL SKI WEEKEND: &lt;br /&gt;(in review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardcore boarder duo of Mello &amp; Jenn left early that morning to get in a nice fresh day of powder runs. That very same morning in LA the DBS crew gathered and left the LA County area headed North for Lake Tahoe. I, on the hand, was at work steadily trying to manage those arriving with those departing. Multi-tasking between last minute changes and my huge pile of work that need to be completed before I left. By noon the next to leave her office was Joyus. She left to pick up the LMU crew from the airport. Ed's cousin's were on they're way already. The rest after that. I work at 8pm. However, all except Mel, Jen, &amp; DBS, ran into traffic. Delays of up to 3 to 4 hours on our estimated time of arrival. I picked up Jeremiah from Milpitas and we were on our way. To pass the time we discussed a variety of topics. The most favorite of mine were the many discussions on cartoon characters, example.. do you remember the Monchichi's?? His favorite, had to be the showtunes.. I still don't know how he could remember the theme song to Punky Brewster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well upon arrival, my job and chore list never seemed to end. So I ended up staying up that first night. Yup till the crack of dawn! Anywho.. once everyone was awake I called a group meeting. Pow-wow session for all! Thus, the ground rules were set. Hey at least there was a plan. We ate breakfast, passed out T-shirts, and got ready to board! I collected the money for the lift tix from each person going. And so we were off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIRKWOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived and got the tix. Organized everyone at the big map. Distributed passes. Gave detailed instructions on meeting places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST RUN.... was the easiest.. but we all needed to freshen up our snow board legs. We waited for stragglers and laggers. The powder was groomed to perfection. After congregating at the bottom, Ed and I decided to leave everyone, because it took so long to get together. We left for chair 10 and booked down the face of the mountain. Now this is first time Ed has seen me board in quite a while. Much to his amazement I hung with him the whole way down. Momentum gives me an edge when closer to the bottom of any hill, thus a slight speed advantage. We tried desparately to meet up with the others so that we could go to the backside. (Damn I love those runs!) Didn't find them till the end of the day. That was cool though because we ended up taking one of our last runs down the ravine. F*ckin Freshhhhh!! and it exhausted all of us too. So we all agreed to take the easy runs for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CABIN NIGHT I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooo tired. Ed and I decided to take a few detours before getting back to the cabin. First stop .... lucky numbers..... got some lotto tix at a liquor store on the way. Then it occurred to us that with 34 peeps in the cabin and half of us coming back from boarding... well let's just say that when we got the casinos the first thing on our mind wasn't gambling. I like the casino bathrooms (they let you smoke in there). I ended up at the tables afterward and I lost about a hundred bucks. So we got back to the cabin and well what started out as hanging out at the table ended up in an all night drink fest! After about a couple of foo-foo drinks and shots.. I was pretty blitzed. So I took a shower. Then I got changed and I was still drunk. When I got out I found out that many of the people there left to go to the casinos. I ended up drinking a lot more. Now here's my personal recount of the next event of the night.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hmmmm..... where do I start. Okay well I was buzzin and I walked into a friendly game of cards between a few people. Nico, Khine, Merlina, Gene, &amp; Ann. Next thing you know I'm taking pics of Nico outside in the cold with his shirt off! Khine's yelling out at him 30 seconds! 30 seconds! hahahah that was pretty funny! But what was funnier was when Ed joined this group of MIscreants!.I don't know how much time had passed, too much liquor, when Ijoined this group. I only wanted to watch .. but somehow... I got into the bet. The bet.... whoever has no money left has to kiss my ass! hahahah... and I thought that it was supposed to be a long game but someone decides... I'm going all in. To be such a bad ass khine goes in next. Then Ed. Nico and Ann are the last .... but Nico holds back and says.. I fold... thus eliminating him and his teammate Ann from the bet. Guess who lost? One of my best buds... NO NAMES... he knows who he is.. and all those at the cabin know. Anyways... through simple persuation.. I'm laying on the table with my pants half down. Those left in the cabin... are ALL gathered around to watch. A whole lotta goating was what was necessary for him to work up the courage to do the deed. All the while.. I'm flexing my buttchecks. It's a bit uncomfortable having your ass on the table for everyone to see. Well once the nerves of steel kicked in (he wasn't drunk, but I was) he rubbed vodka on my two cheeks, bent over and kissed each one! hahahahaha.. he thought I would chicken .. ahh the power of alcohol ... it does wonders! Not like I've never mooned anyone before anyway, it was pretty funny though! After that episode.... and after we all stopped laughing! More friends arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise and three others! Woahhhh... hey I haven't seen you since high school. How did D know her? I knew one of the friends she brought. Marissa ..... dang I haven't seen her in hella days. There I was first time to see her in soo long.. and I'm drunk as hell. Courvosieur bottle in one hand and a cup in the other. Well we just told them about the sh*t they missed.  Boy were they laughing. Anywho... well Marissa's asked who else was there... I said Joy, Mello, and Jenn G.. They went to the Sugar Ray concert that night. Thanks impart to Kat and Merl not going...as well as Darius hooking up the extra tix. When she saw us all together . it was like a high school reunion. Marissa kept laughing at us saying, "You guys were never like this in high school. What happened" .. I thought that was a pretty funny comment. Especially because from high school to the working world ..... I had to have changed! Well as the night progressed so did my stupor. I stumbled and I crawled. I was being taken care of by Marissa... Thanks girl I owe ya one. D too, she put my glasses away. I kept going up and down the stairs.. I needed more water. Just so I wouldn't wake up with a headache! Dang what a night... continuation tomorrow for the next two more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9902069?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9902069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9902069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9902069' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9766497</id><published>2002-02-15T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T11:55:39.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PISSED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? Because the person I share my office with had the audacity to ask me why there wasn't a white month? He was obviously referring to Black History month. His argument, that Black is a racist term and that it pulls the black community down. He justifies this comment with that they (the african-amercian community) should get past it and that it is their crutch for why they can not move forward. We've had discussions on this same topic before, but for some reason today it really really pissed me off. I know for sure that one reason is that I'm a person of color and we have a month named after our culture that is present in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty obvious. I think it's actually more than that. For almost 8 months I've had to listen to his jabberings about how people could be more productive if they did away with the stuff such as gambling, alcohol, television. His theory is that if we did that then we would all produce more. Yet, I can not find a direct fault, except lack of compassion. In the argument above the easiest rebute is to say well have you ever been exposed to prejudism? Yes he has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NOTE: He's Isralie, born &amp; raised. Looks white, but isn't. He's one passion is flying. He is married and wants kids, but wants them to be geniuses. i.e. he wants them to be book worms for the rest of their life. He is a disciple of the Ann Rand culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has because of the whole Israel and Palestine feud going on in the Middle East.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9766497?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9766497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9766497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9766497' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9653610</id><published>2002-02-12T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T12:37:48.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a little upset....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mardi Grais last year with my boy Nico.. and his co-workers. I had a great time there... but I'm a little peeved at the fact that before going to bed last night.. I find out that MTV will be there this year!!! WTF??!!!! Dammit, I think we had the chance to go again this year too. I'm just a little upset because it looks like they are gonna have the time of their lives up in that place. Especially since MTV is gonna be there... so I'm kinda mad that they weren't there last year! Dude, you know how many girls would be there this year.. just because MTV is there???? DAMMIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share a little fustration with y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9653610?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9653610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9653610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9653610' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9529691</id><published>2002-02-08T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T14:37:42.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO OFFENSE TO THOSE OF YOU IN THE GOVERNMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.... Dayam what do they do just hire anybody????!!!! In no way am I baggin on those of you who are qualifed to work in your government job, but SH*T!!! Those on the bottom rung of the ladder need to get a clue!!! Geeez, all I want to know is "do you have a projected income benefit for those who've contributed the maximum amount of social security"???? Hello... this is your job!!! I'm not asking for you do anything complicated. There's something about "I can't give you that information, sir" that makes me just wanna go across the telephone line and rip your throat out! It didn't help that her voice sounded like I was asking her to subscribe to the Wall Street Journal. Damn, sometimes..... the asshole in me wants to just let it all out! Not that I'm a mean guy.... just hey... when you want to be an ASS you can just say what you mean. Like if I really wanted to I could have said, "Well fucking geez lady, I'm only asking for some general information. You do know how to walk right? Well, then go walk over to the information counter grab me a pamphlet on what I can expect to recieve. Write down my address. Put a damn stamp on it and mail the MUTHAF*CKER, OKAY??!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.. that was great! I'm relieved. I can now go back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9529691?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9529691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9529691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9529691' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9508897</id><published>2002-02-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T00:06:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooahh long time no blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was gonna blog about this email I got today, but someone beat me to it. Which is totally cool cuz she sent it to me anyway. Check it out: &lt;a href="http://rebel4ce.openthelight.com/fingertip.php"&gt;PIAA=)&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway soooo.. I got an email about the Anti-Valentine Party my friend is throwing. Isn't funny how when you out of love you hate Valentine's Day, but when you're in it.. you can't wait to do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... since everyone else is bagging on this Hallmark made annual event.... I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I really like watching movies I thought it'd be cool to describe my top 5 movies that I feel epitomize LOVE. In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hav Plenty - Romantic movie about a struggling writer who searches to find a topic to write about which turns into his one weekend at his friends house.&lt;br /&gt;          WHY? - I guess it reemphasizes how we look at our friendships..... sometimes we won't know until we try. Hence where I got the idea where when we build friendships we tend not to want to cross the friendship line because we think it'll cost us too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Love Jones - Movie about two people who constantly try to find a common ground upon which to love each other.&lt;br /&gt;          WHY? - Simple really. Once you find LOVE you have to be willing to make sacrifices in order for it to work. The first sacrifice being open communication. i.e. NO SECRETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Taming of the Shrew (Modern adaption: Ten things I hate about you) - If you don't know this movie go rent it.&lt;br /&gt;          WHY? - That sometimes you can find love if you let your guard down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What dreams may come - Robin Williams dies and journeys to the center of hell to find his wife, who committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;          WHY? - Why else? How much do you love someone?? Are you willing to live through hell just to be with them. Would you lose your mind for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Chasing Amy - Movie about a man who falls in love for a lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;          WHY? - Because once you lose it. Sometimes you can't get it back. Simple facts. Plus dayam.. how badass are you that you can make a lesbian chick go straight again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice.... the main female characters in all but one of these movies have pretty agressive attributes, to put it simply..they are mean Biatches! I really like women who have the ability to speak their mind without hessitation. There is also something very incouraging about a woman who can make another man feel 2 inches tall (meaning when they get picked on I know I would never have to worry about the other guy being too aggressive or her being to passive, because if she was in love with me... then whatever pick up line that guy uses would immediately turn into mush!) If you need clarification on this watch the movies... you'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny I know.... but if you knew me.... you'd know that this was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9508897?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9508897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9508897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9508897' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9286415</id><published>2002-02-01T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-01T16:17:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooooh Boy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People better love me today! Dang I'm giving hella shit away! j/k so don't ask me for shit! Well, I just bought my little sister a Palm. She better appreciate! I got her a brand new m105. I was about to get her a Handspring Visor Platinum, but it was $50 bucks more. The only diff. is that it has expandable memory ability and she doesn't need it. 8mbs is enough for a student. If she wants a different face plate she can get that on her own. As for the other thing I gave today.. a friend needed a monitor. It just so happens that our company had a couple extra. Lucky him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got one more hour to kill before I head for my parents house. Yeah, I'm gonna spend some QT with the family (all except Pops!) I think we're gonna watch some chick flick. I think it's that Mandy Moore movie??? Oh well, sucks to be the only son! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9286415?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9286415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9286415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9286415' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9274824</id><published>2002-02-01T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-01T09:32:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     I had dinner with some of the old Provident people. That would be my old co-workers from my previous job. The ones who I'd goof around with at work, because they were all in management and could get away with it. Yeah it was fun reminising about the good old days.... The days where if we felt like it we'd take like 5-8 smoke breaks in a day, or even better go into my boss' office and smoke. That was fun! hahahahaha. Now that was a cool first job. I mean do you know of any company where you can go out of the CFO's balcony to smoke, talk shit, and fling your cig butts at a ash tray can two flights down? BTW my friend Jade was the only one to succesfully make it in the can without it bouncing out (Twice). &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Over there it was a motley crew of all types of people. From the AA member to the suit guy. We had them all! Even the Director of Finance would come out and hangout with us. He who use to walk on a high horse because he was some big shot at PWC, HA! we broke him down... and made him into a peon like the rest of us! &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     But alas we all out grew it and needed to move on. So besides talking that walk through memory lane we talked about the future. I was asked the question about my relationship status. I gave the usual answer - Me in a relationship? Ha .. But they all understood. Actually, if you want to feel good about being single, hangout with married women who have kids. Hehehehe... I only say that because as I was explaining my future goals they kept saying, "Good for you, yeah it's good that you are single", or "If I were only single again, now I have to live vicariously through my children". That's a morale booster for ya! Anyways, got to finish the rest of this stuff... blog ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9274824?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9274824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9274824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9274824' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9243710</id><published>2002-01-31T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-31T12:52:51.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Thursday and I'm exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;I sure could use some sleep. Tried to take a nap here at work ... but it got to risky. Oh well. I've been up the past couple of days doing a bunch of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for one. &lt;br /&gt;Monday I was dumped with a shit load of things to do. So, I kept taking stuff home with me to finish. I figured that it'd be better to be ahead of the work rather than behind it. That came at a huge sacrifice though, cuz now I'm beat and it seems the work flow has stopped. Hence, why I have the time to blog right now. Hopefully the boss gets the rest of it done today so I can have a clear day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essays&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I was able to meet with a buddy of mine to go over my essays. He really cleared up the garbage on my paper. I've been renewed with new insights as to what I should do for each one. Hopefully I can get them finished by the end of next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gtg back to work.. so I'll right something tomorrow .. (hopefully)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9243710?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9243710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9243710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9243710' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-9136414</id><published>2002-01-28T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T14:44:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! My DSL at home is up again.. now I can get back to blogging...&lt;br /&gt;... but that's just gonna have to wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say congrats to a buddy of mine.....CONGRATS!!!! He's getting the shackles put on him. (and he can't wait until their on either!).... so I would just like to say....BEST WISHES!!!!! Prosperous Life.. and all that mucky muck stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-9136414?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9136414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/9136414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9136414' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8925653</id><published>2002-01-21T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T22:55:34.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what I wrote on Friday at the airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 9:09… I should have been on my flight already. Delays Delays Delays..&lt;br /&gt;It’d be okay …… if only I had the usability of my other arm. Imagine getting out all of your metal objects and your ticket with id….with only one hand!!!! Ain’t that a b@tch. Other than that…. It’s not too bad. I’m actually contemplating whether or not to fly out tomorrow (in other words.. I’d be giving up my seat so that I can get a free $200 voucher plus free fare) Hmmm.. I wonder???!! Naw.. I don’t feel like calling Ed to pick me up again, besides… my cousins are waiting. Well I guess it’s fortunate that I brought my laptop on this trip. Now I have something to do besides just sitting on the ground and twittling my thumbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya waiting in croweded airports can be a pretty funny experience if you are someone with a great deal of patience. That’s because you don’t mind the long waits and all the fussy people. For example… the middle-aged housewife talking on the cell phone all the way from the back of the 50+ line right on up to the damn ticket counter. Yabbering on and on about how she could have driven down to LA faster than getting on a plane. To this I say… well next time you know better, B@TCH!! Hahahaha Serves you right for not expecting delays on the Friday before a long weekend! I also like watching the people who missed their flights try desperately to get the next one out. They stand in the absurd lines just to get to the ticket counter… only to find out that the next flight has been delayed an hour. Not only that but the flight is overbooked and the last one out tonight! Now aren’t you SoL!!!! Hahahahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s pretty easy to be cynical when you really don’t give a F#ck! Ahh what luxuries. However, I do have one regret … I didn’t bring my digital camera. Snap! Now I can’t bring back memories for the folks who didn’t make it out. I guess I’m just gonna have to huddle everyone around the fire so I can tell them the stories. Actually, that’s the only thing I forgot. I did remember to tape my Dark Angel and 24. So you know I’m stoked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all not a bad evening.. busy workday though. That’s another story. Anyways, I hope I get to a phone jack soon so I can post this thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8925653?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8925653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8925653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8925653' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8757407</id><published>2002-01-16T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T13:05:35.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOPIC: Predispostion to bigger people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning commute to work today, I was listening to SARAH &amp; VINNY. Sarah had mentioned that a poll of elementary school students was taken to see their affinity for friendships with different types of children. What they found out was that bigger children were rated the least in ability to form a friendship with. Now ain't that F*cked up!!! I'm big.. I'm funny.... and I have a lot of friends! Oh and in the PI I'm considered healthy! wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8757407?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8757407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8757407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8757407' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8686578</id><published>2002-01-14T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T22:50:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Monday morning commute was kinda funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo glad that my friend let me use his car! Otherwise I'd be in for some real trouble. It was hard just trying to drive with one arm. I mean I've done it before but driving with one hand and having a really itchy nose can be a little cumbersome. Now imagine if I had my car... with the stick shift needing to be moved from gear to gear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home......took some vicaden. Ready for bed... Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8686578?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8686578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8686578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8686578' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8672370</id><published>2002-01-13T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T23:23:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna have to recap about the other parts of this weekend later ......&lt;br /&gt;as for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE THE POSTER AD FOR: SLOW FOR THE CONE ZONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit! What a day! First... I had 2 hours of sleep, cuz we got to Southpark sooo late! Second... I find out that my gloves are still wet from last weeks boarding event. Third ... I didn't tie my shoe laces tight enough causing me to not be in too control of my board and really putting stress on my ankle.... Fourth .... My Dolphins lost horribly! and Finally.... I bit it hard on the backside of Westbowl!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm in a sling. Typing on my laptop which is on top of my rollout bed table. I've taken a viacaden pill. In about fifteen minutes or so... It's gonna be lights out for me. But B4 then let me tell you the near season ending injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my buddy were on the backside of Westbowl on the Bashful run. (I think?) Earlier I was pretty scared of taking the hill fast considering it was an all icy day. So I started my day off taking it pretty damn slow. After tying my shoelaces, which was making it difficult to control my board, I started taking the mountain a little faster. I wasn't doing too bad either. I had good control and I was keeping up, even sometimes passing my friend. Well on this particular face I was being a little bit cockier than usual. I thought I could carve into this side without any problems. Boy was I wrong. Somewhere I caught a bad edge and .... THUMP ... tumble .. tumble.... tumble. I saw myself sliding past my googles. I was pissed! I couldn't believe I bit it that hard.. it's been a while since I've done that. However, unlike most cases where I could get up dust myself off and continue on down the hill, I suddenly found myself in intense pain. I could barely move my arm up. &lt;br /&gt;Oh shit.............. drugs are starting to take effect.... time to sleep... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued........&lt;br /&gt;zzzz...zzzzz..zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8672370?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8672370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8672370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8672370' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8582518</id><published>2002-01-10T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T16:51:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day!!&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooo productive!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 11:00am&lt;br /&gt;1) Got an email about an interactive flash program. It was Winnie the Pooh with drums in front of him. If you hit the drums they would make a sound. I played that for about 20 minutes &lt;br /&gt;2) I scanned some of my DVDs. The ones that don't have a leaflet within them. (I bought a DVD binder)&lt;br /&gt;3) Chatted about why I'm single with a friend, because she referred me to a weblink she heard about.(&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/sections/GMA/GoodMorningAmerica/GMA020109Never_marrieds.html"&gt;SINGLE NATION&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4) Constructed an email to be sent to all the Tahoe people. i wish some of them would respond! That'd be really cool and it would help me, Ed, &amp; Khine out a lot. Secondly, I wish that they could be accurate, because this is the list we have to make the food off of.&lt;br /&gt;5) Paid the rest of my bills (mortgage included..whew... needed to get that out before next week)&lt;br /&gt;5) Went to the bank. (Found out I over paid on house insurance). Swweeet!&lt;br /&gt;6) Bought another DVD @ Frys. I needed one that has leaflets inside, so I can cut the other ones.&lt;br /&gt;7) Adjusted the scanned pics.&lt;br /&gt;8) Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow that's a lot for one day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... got some work done too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I made a call to the Ibbotson rep. because I need more info on this program they sell. I'm still waiting for a call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT 5:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8582518?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8582518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8582518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8582518' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8550673</id><published>2002-01-09T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T16:13:35.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay check .. so .. we have 2 bathrooms at my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is upstairs and sort of out the way as opposed to the one downstairs where everyone usually goes. Normally I would make deposits in the upstairs room, simply because I hate being bothered by people who haphazardly come in to do their own deeds. It sorta reminds me of the basement bathroom located in Harney 1st floor @ USF. Now that bathroom was used for the same reason.. basically out of the way of everybody. Back then no body wanted anyone else to know that they took a dump on campus. The commuter and dorm student body all relished the basement because it was in a remote location and you could have your peace and quiet there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. back to the topic, I decided to go to the downstairs bathroom. Why? because yesterday I noticed a huge crack in the back of the toilet. It looked pretty big so I looked below it to inspect the dammage.. well amazingly the toilet is held up by two big bolts mounted to the wall.. Well knowing that today's deeds included a lot more peace and quiet time... I went to the downstairs bathroom. I didn't want to be the one to fall on my ass as the toilet came undone. How embarassing would've that been. That's like something out of a America's Funniest Videos. I can see me falling now. On my hands and knees as shit water lay on the floor. Then the camera moves to me and my family laughing with my hand placed slightly over my eyes. Then the annoucement that I've just one today's grand prize of $25,000. Now that'd be hella funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I checked for hidden cameras.. there were none. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8550673?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8550673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8550673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8550673' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8520021</id><published>2002-01-08T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T14:07:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TIME TO BLOG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been have inundated with questions concerning relationships? Maybe it's me? I must be asking for it otherwise there wouldn't be any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not currently in one, but would like one. Actually, at this moment I would really like a Valentine's date. No, not just any V-date. You know the one where you go out with a friend, who is strictly only a friend. But a female that you are interested in and hopefully she's interested in you kind of date. I think it'd be really cool to plan one. (esp. since I have a plan already... but shhh just in case I get a date, don't say I do) Why the interest in a V-date? More than not, it's because I haven't had one in such a long time. When I did have one, I was broke. However, now that I've got the house, not the car, and a job, I think that I could splurge a little bit! Hehehehehe....So if you know anybody interested in me.. let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, that's enough about the Valentines date thing. What I really want to discuss are relationships, specifically the nice guys, the hooking up, and the friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1:&lt;br /&gt;Nice guys. I'm a nice guy, but then again I am not! Why do women always ask for a nice guy? I've heard it time and time again. Sometimes, I hear it used as the opposite.. "oh she's nice, why not her?" Hmmmm.. first off... THERE IS NO SUCH THING. A nice person is only nice because they or you don't have to deal with them in the capacity of a loving relationship. Hence, why nice guys turn into bad apples. Yes, when you first met him/her through your mutual friend he opened doors and she smiled and laughed at your jokes. Now, he sits on the couch and never takes you anywhere, while she bitches at you at least once a month. Why? because ... THERE IS NO SUCH THING. Now don't get me wrong... there are exceptions to the this..... you know the "cute" couples. The ones who are soooo sweet to each other. Sorry, but sometimes that can be a little sicking! But then again.. we don't know what's behind CLOSED DOORS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sometimes nice people get fitted with labels. Labels like, "nice guys finish last". Oh geez... as i explained it once in a blog by a friend of mine.... Nice guys finishing last is a crock of sh*t. Why? Because nice guys use the buddy approach. Sometimes, wayyy too much. This often leads to their downfall. Being friends first is fine and dandy, but when it embarks on the philpino term of endearment... you know "KUYA, ATE" that sh*t can really f*ck your game plan! So why do it??  For lack of better words... I think we're "chicken sh*t" What I've learned is that you have to be upfront about your feelings. Slick &amp; sly or upfront &amp; personal it doesn't matter as long as you make sure your intentions are clear! The moment she/he brings up the guy/girl she thinks is cute..... consider it..... GAME OVER! Sorry to be mean but f*ck it ... thems the facts of life! The real world is nothing like the stuff they pull out in movies (i.e. Someone like you, When Harry met Sally, &amp; Hav Plenty) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm being to cynical, but hey maybe that's what I need to get over having to deal with all this relationship questions! However, I also&lt;br /&gt; have a question about it. Actually, it pertains more to the women of my own culture. Specifically, philipino women. Now before I start ... my apoligies if I offend you but my questions are legit. First off, why... is it that if you find a pinay interesting enough to ask out ... you first have to call her on the phone? Secondly, why does it have to be for sumtin like 3 hours? Thirdly, Why does it take so long before you can go out? Now the second 2 usually apply to pinays you meet through unconventional means, by that I mean where your crediability cannot be substantiated by mutual friends, co-workers, and/or family. I am curious.. so if yu can direct me to other blogs that explain this or would like to email me please do so at....&lt;a href="jerrymainc@yahoo.com"&gt;ME&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason why I'm asking is not to be an ASS, rather I'm jealous. I'm jealous of all those other guys who are able to chat it up on the phone. Personally, I can't even have a 10 minute conversation with a friend, close friends at that! Shoot, I get bored and run out of stuff to say. Not only that but I feel as though awkward moments, such as first contact, should be experienced together. You know what I mean... the oo oo I'm here but I have no clue how to start this conversation moment. Besides, isn't that cool how you can look back at it and say how you were and what you felt like. With a phone conversation... you practically get out all of the stuff about yourself and what you do pretty much in the first hour. For us guys, we're on your (female) turf. In other settings you can fall back on the surrondings or even the environment....i.e. nice weather today... unlike blah blah blah!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-break-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's enough rambling .. I'll have to continue it another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8520021?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8520021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8520021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8520021' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8504869</id><published>2002-01-07T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-07T23:39:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;What a day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Phew.. I'm glad it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even get to blog this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's 11:00PM... and now I have the time. Where do I start? I guess I could always go with the RECAP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time in reverse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked in this morning and was bombarded with work. Had hella IMs too. There something about emails and IMs.. I can't say no to anybody. It's too damn addicting. &lt;br /&gt;Dropped off my car at the shop. It's about time, she needs to be fixed. Mom picked me up so I could leave the car at the shop.. how nice of her. In return I bought her one of those handsfree sets. Taught her how to use it too. I just couldn't stand the sight of moms driving while talking on the cell phone. At least she'll be a little bit safer. &lt;br /&gt;Then I rolled on through to San Leandro. That was coo. Hung out and watched Boston Public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late from the day before. My cousin and his bandmates were up late as well. I bought Krispy Kremes for them. That was my first time to the Daly City store.. That was pretty cool. Then I dropped 'em off at the BART so they could hangout with their friend. He took them around the city while I cleaned up the house. Owning a house really makes you put things in perspective. Back in the good ole' 1766 days.. that would've never happened. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the good ole' days. I'd go home and turn on the TV. Rolling in after me would be Fred and then Will. Then it would be on! As usual Will would start it off.. and the cap session would begin. "Dude, what the f*ck is your mom doing on TV?" and Fred with his Hot Pink shirt.. Will with his square toes! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, L rolled on by. Then we picked up Jenn and Ger. We cruised on to Blake's in Berkeley, that's where my cousin's band played. I'm happy all those heads rolled on through. Damn what a show! Too bad it was only a quick set. Well on second thought maybe that was a good thing cuz everyone was tired. Shoot they came, they saw, and they left.Nonetheless, they all said that my cousin's band was dope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't sleep the night b4 (I was too damn excited). This was my first time back since last season. Ahhh what a feeling! Well I left from my parents house in Milpitas around 6ish ...(My sister was still trying to dry her thermals and gloves). Then we arrived at my other sister's house in Stockton around 7:30. I made her drive my mom, me, and Jackie the rest of the way to tahoe. Me and Jackie boarded all day! The only real break we took was at the bottom of West Bowl @ Sierra. She was hungry so I bought her a hot dog and Gatorade. Then we went back up the lift. &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit my sister is pretty damn brave. Actually, she's always been like that. When I first took her boarding she was all gung-ho. I'm glad she's still like that and doing it while she's still in school. She's been going up, practically every weekend since she started. Still not as fast as me, however, she can hang. I guess she needs more weight (she weighs less than a buck) so she can get down faster. Well anyways, on this particular run she wants to go through the trees where the "hidden" trails are. Of course I'm hella paranoid (it was my first time through the trees and she doesn't snowboard at sierra often), but I wasn't about to be shown up by my little sister. Now, the first time we went through I had a tough time. I kept fallin on my ass and on my head. Teaches me to try and do the advance level jumps! Anyways, we ended the day with snow pelting on my numb face, all the while other snowboarders were fleeing back to the santuary of the day lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, after dropping off one sister, the other sister and moms dropped me off in D.C., but not before having dinner together. I offered to pay, but I guess moms was really happy about her play time at the casinos because she refused my offer. Who am I to argue with moms? Anyways, after they left I waited for my cousin and his band to arrive. I offered my house for them to crash at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day?! I'll have to discuss this work day another time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Eddie found my boots and said he'd give them to me at Basketball. We played. He won. I was sore. Then we went back to Southpark to have the wonderful dinner prepared by Gerry. Hungout with them. We watched the xmas party. Mad Laughs. Then Nico came home with his friend Dawn. I stayed longer than I should have, but that's cuz the company was fun. Then I drove all the way back to Milpitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS MY WEEKEND...more delightful tales... tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8504869?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8504869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8504869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8504869' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8380308</id><published>2002-01-03T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T11:37:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was rummaging through the old things on my computer... and well.. take a peep at what some folk do on IM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: ::Jerry knocks Eddie on the back of his head::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: eddien does a back flip in the air while grabbing a pencil off the desk and stabs jerrymain in the ear to clean out his wax!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: yeah i think so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: ::Jerry uses Mr. Miage's wax on technique to block Eddie's lame pencil move and uses other hand to reach inside of jacket to pull out nose hair trimmer... where he immediately sticks it in Eddie's nose and clips out the one inch nose hair that is waving hello to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: How ya like me NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, how many brain cells did you spend on that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: L:-)L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: or did you consult your whole firm on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: no I stepped out and didn't see it until just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: I was getting some oreo cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: in fact hold up I'm gonna get me somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: in the meantime think of some other kind of retore that I can demolish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: eddien uses his "Iceman" shooting gun and freezes the nose hair trimmer in mid air and proceeds to freeze jerrymain.  eddien take his long nose hair and braids it.  eddien then does a whipping motion with his head and slams his braided nose hair against the frozen jerrymain like a whip.  jerrymain shatters to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: ::Jerry who emerges from around the corner reveals that the person that Eddie had been toying with was really a robot engineered by Jerry to confuse and destroy anyone who thought they could get in his way. As this is reveal to eddie it becomes too late... Jerry has disarmed the miscreant and has successfully pulled a pair of scissors from his back pocket. Whereby he trims the braided nose hair. As Eddie struggles to save his lengthy hair extension..... Jerry again slaps Eddie in the back of the head. Thus knocking him unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: WAZZZUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;onelovenet&lt;/b&gt;: so,the whole time jerrymain is really hypnotized on the doctor's couch.  eddien, the psychologist, is listening to jerrymain tell his childish stories.  so, eddien helps out the 25 year old and slaps him in the back of his head to help him realize that he should grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Par or Under&lt;/b&gt;: ::Jerry amused that the doctor could actually believe such a tale.. slaps the good doctor back. this time across the face.  and as the doctor is about to say something.... Jerry puts his palm in front of his face and says, "Talk to the hand" right before he walks out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering why I saved this... I really don't know, but I think it's hilarious. If you don't think so, oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8380308?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8380308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8380308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8380308' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8351500</id><published>2002-01-02T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T12:33:15.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Year's in review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well up until about 5pm I had absolutely NO PLANS! Like I said before .. I wasn't in the mood. Oh, how that changes once someone has a plan. My friend called me around 5 and asked to hangout and watch a movie and possibly dinner. We expected to go home right after, but since it was already 11pm we decided to find a spot to marinate until the New Year. We ended up loungin at the Embarcadero. We swam through the masses to find a spot. Boy was it crowded, reminded me of Vegas New Year's the year prior. It was kinda funny that they had to repeat the countdown.... someone f*cked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the firecrackers went boom we tried to walk back to the car. Can I just say "Moooooo...." I felt like a herd of cattle, all I needed was a bell around my neck!. We both called and recieved calls from family &amp; friends wishing the New Year's. Then we met up with her sister somewhere around the pier. She was a little tipsy. We weren't so we left pretty quickly. We should have waited, cuz the traffic HELL that we got ourselves into had us go around in a big fat circle. Literally! Oh well, good thing I drove because if she did we'd probably still be there. (just kidding Jenn) Anywho, I dropped her off and went home. and I crashed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my New Year's. Although not the typical New Year's that I'm accustomed to... nevertheless I had a fun and was happy. Which is all that matters right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8351500?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8351500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8351500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8351500' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8292007</id><published>2001-12-30T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-30T23:08:14.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO PLANS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope NO plans for New year's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not in the mood this year. It's all good. It may very well be a "Dick Clark" New Year's and I'm not too concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I helped celebrate my friend's birthday. That was cool. Even had a discussion about meeting women. Too bad I'm a stubborn ASS!. I'm not interested in doing normal things with a girl. As I told them..... I just wanna hangout with someone. Enjoy a cup of coffee or something with little time commitment. Don't take this the wrong way, it's not that I'm being dick or anything. I'm just not in the right mind frame to hold extended conversations with someone new. Actually, that's not entirely true. I'm not interested in hanging out and trying to make conversation with someone, and that's what I found out lately. I've looked at how I talk to women that are new versus those that are friends. It's not the same and that's what I hate. I'm tired of trying to talk, I want it to be natural. Meaning I upset that I have to search for something to talk about, i.e. work (that always seems to be one of the first questions) Hence, why I say I want someone different, someone who can surprise me. As I explained it to them, I don't want to have to call someone before we go out. I'm looking for someone who really doesn't care for that. NO I'm not psycho or anything.. more like I'm curious. I honestly don't believe that I can find someone who'd be down to just have coffee without having any prior phone conversations, emails, or IMs. Someone who's independence radiates from the sheer fact that she's present in the room. She doesn't need the hour to three hour phone talk. She's cool enough to just meeting you at a local coffee shop, pool hall, bookstore and if you show.. you show... if you don't ... then you don't. Now that's cool!&lt;br /&gt;     Which is why I'm sooo curious. Someone told me last night was that at our age the rules have changed. At our age (late 20's) you have to call and you have to have dinner. Isn't that soooo.. typical. Why do we have to follow this type of courtship?? It'd be really awesome if people were transparent. Then you would know already know whether or not they are the type that is down for your idea of a comfortable evening. Which is something I find as a difficult thing among men and women. Courting rituals.... and they are rituals because someway somehow we (single people) made a general set of rules that everyone has to obey in order for everyone to be comfortable. Pssshhhhah! Stupid. I'd relish the opportunity to meet someone and after a 30 minute introduction, and afterwards they agree to having coffee. Why am I so fascinated with this? Simple. It's that ackward feeling. You know, whether or not you find her/him a possiblity. Talking on the phone only gives you a clue to this, which is why I suppose most women like it. However, for me I'm all about sharing experiences. Isn't that what's so fun and nice about new relationships? Then if it works out you have that moment that started it all off. Something to the effect, "I couldn't believe I met you there, I was sooo scared.. (blah, blah, blah". &lt;br /&gt;     Then again I could be wrong. I heard this once on tv.. "Starting a relationship always gets messed up because Men complicate it to much". Yeah I suppose that could be true.Shoot I may end up giving up on the whole coffee idea anyway. Cuz as we all know... when that special someone comes around "All rules don't apply", but I still think that finding someone who would, would be a great person to be around. But if she turns out be a bore, then at least it was only coffee and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8292007?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8292007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8292007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8292007' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8242198</id><published>2001-12-28T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T16:33:02.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holiday season in Review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Shopped all day for gifts. Thanks to somebody lagging.... had to do an all out shop-a-thon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Shopped a little, only because I had to drive from Daly City all the way back to Milpitas and back again. That was funny, cuz everwhere I went the thing I went there for wasn' t there. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;         Prelude to the annual Xmas party with my high school chums... I was sporatically wrapping gifts and getting ready. Then Big dog shows up.. guess what he's wearing the same thing as I am. I was about to change but he insisted that we show up matching, so that we could pretend that we weren't. WHAT A MORON!!!.. and I'm such a Dumbass for allowing it to happen.... oh well he's the guest from SD. So I'd better do something to apease his ass. &lt;br /&gt;         We arrive...... really late. It's all good though, cuz there's hella food. As we walk in I can't help but critique on the PEANUTS xmas we're all about to have. That's cuz Ed had such a small tree with one string of lights around it. He could have wrapped the string around one more time ... at least to make it look brighter! Then again, it might look like a twig of lights. &lt;br /&gt;         Well nothing too different from last year's xmas. Except this year we have a MIA, that's cool we have the funny stuff on video. By the way I should remember to get that from Gerry, I don't want some of that stuff airing on the internet. There was one more thing definately different this year... that was the gift exchange. Nice twist Joy &amp; Ed. &lt;br /&gt;         Instead of the usual pick a number and steal a gift from one person to the next. This year's xchange required some clever thinking. We had to perform in order to get the opportunity to have first pick. Sooo up first was:&lt;br /&gt;        1) Fred &amp; Jenn G: Fred the teacher and Jenn the ever enlightened student. Kudos on going first, voluntarily. They did this thing about a person picking up a bar of soap. If you want to know .. ask Fred. &lt;br /&gt;        2) Joy &amp; Nico: Hmmmm.... Now that's interesting! Watching each one in their respective bathing unit dance to "So fresh, so clean clean...". Kudos for getting us upstairs to watch y'all. That was cute!&lt;br /&gt;        3) Ed &amp; Jenn N: Woah.. flashback to my childhood!!!! Can I say tatay and nanay????!!!! Geez.. you can really tell that they were yelled at a lot as a kid. Kudos on doing the whole Pinoy accent while yelling at us! I wanted to go back home and clean my room!&lt;br /&gt;        4) Will &amp; Mello: Okay okay... dang let's get deep while we're at it okay!!! "An interpretation of Men &amp; Women engaged in social interactions" Hello.. how'd you think of that so quickly??? Damn that was funny! Kudos on being totally original!&lt;br /&gt;        5) Me &amp; Marz: Can I just say... 10 minutes before anyone started performing .. we were about to go up there and just say we didn't have anything in mind!! Maricris thanks for the stellar idea. To clue you in ... let's just say.."Bring it On" (with the exception of heterosexual males). I will give Marz kudos for standing there singing while I was on display!!!!!! Gerry, I want that tape and all of its copies!&lt;br /&gt;        6) Gerry &amp; Christine: The newbies!!... Christine...good idea to use Gerry's skills on the guitar. It's like watching Bob Marley and Lauren Hill. Kudos on joining our festivities this year. Hope you guys come out again next year!&lt;br /&gt;        and finally.....&lt;br /&gt;        7) Lapu &amp; Myumi (sp?): The only couple to perform. HOW.. Cuuuuute! Just like Gerry &amp; Christine... we have the guitar in action. This time, however, it's Yoko and John (with dreads). Kudos for just being you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        More shopping. Hungout with Eddie. Damn I hate losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;b&gt;Happy Bday Jackie!&lt;/b&gt; (my baby sister)&lt;br /&gt;        shittt.....&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BDAY TO MYSELF!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes same birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as every year it's xmas. We used to celebrate it every year at my parents house. That ended 2 years ago when my cuz'n bought her house  It became official that night!. Why? because as with all xmases past &amp; present for as long as I can remember..... a member of our extended family has adorned in the traditional Santa garb. Well as has been for the past 3 to 4 years ( my older cuz'ns have abstained from attending due to the addition of their spouses' families) I was asked to be the Jolly one. The one thing I hate about the suit.... it was made for one of my skinny uncles.. nothing worse then cloth riding up your ass and a coat that can't fit around your belly! Oh well the kids enjoyed it. Although they already knew it was me! Next year... it's Richard's turn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The rest of the week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just say... it was restful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8242198?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8242198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8242198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8242198' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8068566</id><published>2001-12-20T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T01:43:50.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My attempts at poetics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The progression of time is .....&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       - an endless battle we face each day&lt;br /&gt;       - something we look forward to at it's end&lt;br /&gt;       - missed opportunity to do something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a minute to reflect on that.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Now isn't it funny how time is broken out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of my life and it's relation to time, I think of Years. Then Months. Then Weeks. and blah blah blah.. Minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Funny how it can go the reverse, huh? Minutes turns back into years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a matter of just a few minutes... I just fucked up your life by having you read this, huh?! Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8068566?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8068566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8068566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8068566' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-8012122</id><published>2001-12-18T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T01:11:30.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay ..so I LAG!!! Fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now.. I'm reminded and inspired &lt;br /&gt;Come on ya'll sing with me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got to say...TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 Wake up...decided I'll start up the whole exercising thing again. Too bad I stopped... I was on a roll. Oh well. " We live and learn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 Back from the gym and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;       So I make me some scrambled eggs... had to take out the yolk on two of three of the eggs. Just to be healthy. I got to make lunch too. That was great. Bad thing was I was already lagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 LATE.. Oh well my boss didn't seem to trip. But he did ask me some technical questions about his computer. I swear. I'm the f*ck'in resident IT guy there. They need to pay me more. &lt;br /&gt;       Boss comes in about an hour later and hands me a project to do. At least it's not the usual last minute crap he normally pulls on my ass. I'm glad that was the only thing he wanted today. (er yesterday Monday). Anyways, as soon as that's finished, I'm left to twiddle my thumbs. Oh yeah and look up the word fortuitous. (I've been hearing that a lot lately on &lt;a href="www.cbsmarketwatch.com"&gt;CBS marketwatch&lt;/a&gt;. So I figured I should find out what it's real definition is, which is the occurance by chance). I also got a call from my sister. I knew what that meant.. she needs MONEY. Damn.. I was hoping she didn't need anything this month. Oh well it's my fault. I told her that while she's in school and I'm working she should take advantage of it. It's all good though, cuz at least I feel that I'm sorta able to help out. Besides the phone call, I was able to start on one of my essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 Just finished cranking it out. It's about a page and a half without changing the spacing on the page. Well definately time to go home. Oh wait...I have one missed call. Oh shit..it's JL. &lt;br /&gt;       Damn haven't talked to her in awhile. She needed a number, I came through. Anyways, it was great talking to her, she really got me going with the praises she was giving me. Saying how I make her smile. So she has to drop off a "Thank you" gift for some advice I gave her.. Like needed it and like I don't know that it's really an Xmas gift! That butthead! I think the best part of talking to her wasn't the gift part, but rather that she said that I'm able to make her smile. I gotta admit that's damn comforting to know. At least I'm not boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 WANNA go to a Maxim party?&lt;br /&gt;       HELL YEAH!!! Jessica Alba might be there....OH F*CK YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 WANNA SHOT?! OK&lt;br /&gt;       Free Wild Turkey shots...I'd better not load up. Hey but she's cute! Gosh Daaaayam...look at those.... Free Maxim magazines all over the place. Wow I got a free T-shirt, a cup, and a key chain. Oh did I forget that I got to talk to some really hot models??!!!! Well after we were done taking pics with MC's disposable camera, one of the fellas I rolled there with was talking to one of the models. I was left there standing next to the taller one... she looked bored. I guess I should talk to her. Yeah right.... Hell F*ck yeah I'm gonna talk to her. It was kinda funny too.. cuz after he was done.. my model introduced me to his model .Can we just say "Hot diggity Dayam!!!" Woo Hoo! Anyways, we get some more pics with these bodageous babes. Ahhh I'm in heaven (Well worth the $10 cover). Anyways.. the band starts to play... I was totally expecting alternative, NOT COUNTRY! Oh well. I can groove for a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is getting old really fast. Now I know why Wild Turkey sponsered this shindg! Well I maneuver towards the back of the bar/club. The girls are directly 20 feet behind me. Obviously, I'm not gonna be able to talk to them any longer since they are being swarmed by sausages! I'm just gonna marinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And I thought I wasn't going to talk to them any longer. My little puddle spot next to the exit is cuts right into the direction that them fine young ladies were heading towards. But like they'll stop to chat. Of course they do... who can resist a charmer like myself.. esp. after telling them that the guys really came her for them and not the band! Sadly, though as our little clabo was about to hit full on coversation.. I hear a faint... "JERRY!!". My old friend CL is right behind me, and as I turn to look and say hello. My female companions have been hustled away by another... so to that I say.. "F*ckin Chuck.. Dammit I was just about to get my mack on!!!!" Oh well at least we got to recap about things.. and offer to hangout with his now single ass. Anyways.I'm home. I'm tired. but I still have to say.. (and ya'll can sing it with me).... "TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may the feathered sack bring you nightly memories-&lt;br /&gt;jer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-8012122?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8012122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/8012122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8012122' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-7417757</id><published>2001-11-26T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T11:50:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the end of November.. same old story... I'm looking at my earlier blog and thinking to myself.. dayam.. I've been in a rut!!!!! I can't seem to find the motivation to do anything. I was supposed to redo my essays this past weekend. HAHAHA yeah right!! &lt;br /&gt;I probably would have started but my sister never got her internet up.. cuz she think's spending 50 bucks on cable modem is expensive!! She is TRIPPPIN!! Like she has to pay for it anyway! Dammit I told her a long time ago to get some kind of internet up in that place of hers, I don't understand what's her problem either. If I say it's cool, it should be cool right? I mean jeez.. I'm paying for the damn thing. So you would think that if I could I would've done it in college too. I don't think she gets it... I'm trying to spoil her here so that she gets all the advantages I never had. I guess in some ways she's imitating my attitude when I went away for college.. trying to be self sufficient, independant. But darnit!!! She should take advantage while I'm still able to help, cuz once I go to grad school the buck ends there.Oh well end of story.. I'm done venting about that.&lt;br /&gt;Now time to vent about my unmotivated ass! I don't know why I'm feeling like this. I was soooo able to do more when I got away (too bad I can't afford another one of those trips) especially if I go to Lake Tahoe again. I've got to find the motivation again someway somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... it comes to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dedicate one day to focus on my essays. At least one.. then maybe just maybe it will trickle down to other days. I think I'm gonna pick Wednesday.. it's the last day of a hard work week and the beginning of an easy one. Besides, there's nothing else on Wednesdays for me to watch. Star Trek isn't fulfilling my dosage of sci-fi and bascially that's all there is to watch on a Wednesday. So... wish me luck as I try to find the strength and motivation to capture my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-7417757?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/7417757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/7417757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7417757' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-6528361</id><published>2001-10-22T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-22T10:14:32.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been here .... I've been busy, lazy, and unmotivated. I went to church for the first time in a lonnnnng time yesterday. I'm pretty proud of myself for that. I used to go a lot, practically every Sunday. Up until I started seeing my ex. Not that I'm saying she was the devil or anything.... but.. hmmmmmm I'm starting to think so. Is that mean??? Am I over it?? Not really.. I guess I still think about things and I'm sure that'll be the way until I find me another girl. At the rate I'm going... that'll be a while. Oh well we live.. and we move on. As for today, I'm stuck. Lost in thought and with Writer's Block. I can't seem to think of what to write for my Resume. The deadline is creeping up very frickin fast too. I need this done by tomorrow, at the latest. Why? I have an interview with the Admissons comittee from Boston University. I'm not nervous, yet, simply because I haven't finished my resume. Once that's finished then I can concentrate on the things I need to talk to them about. Like for instance, why I want my MBA, and what makes me a good candidate.So i guess that's why I'm writing now... I'm trying to jump start my brain. Hopefully this works. Wish me luck.. I'm out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote without any breaks... ON PURPOSE. .. So Fred (or anyone else for that matter) Don't fuckin say a word you nagging little bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-6528361?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/6528361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/6528361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6528361' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-4235734</id><published>2001-06-25T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-25T11:47:20.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please fill in the following.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back to high school I would do this ______________.&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back to college or go to college I would do this _____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't funny how those two statements just give you a realm of possibilities? Or how about just the first word? Two letters and the world you know would've been changed forever. Think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all of your experiences now, relationships, habits, or even thoughts, and think about what you could have changed had you known them in advance. The way you were versus the way you are. If you are like me and like to procrastinate..... how would it feel to never do that again. Or an even better example... the confidence you feel now placed in you when you were in high school. Wow... definately some drastic changes, at least on me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if you think about it..... we did know some of these thing in advance. Like to study hard, although we didn't know why at the time. Or that we should do things for ourselves. How about being more productive or to read more. Yeah we did know this things. We knew them but didn't understand them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did we know them? From our parents. They made mistakes and had regrets. They passed those down to us in hopes of changing the mistakes they made. However, there's one fatal flaw with that.  At least on my part, I never understood why................UNTIL now. Now I think about what I could have done differently. What I could have changed. The question though is not whether I could've or what I would've done but rather what will I pass on. (not that I'm planning on having children right away but eventually "god willing" I will) What will I have him/her do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least right now... I know that I've corrected some of the mistakes my parents made in their past. I went to school. I graduated from college. I work hard. And I'm living my life. For that I know they are a bit relieved. I just hope someday.... instead of just doing it for me.. my child/ren will understand what I mean when I say.... "GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND GET ME A BEER!" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-4235734?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/4235734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/4235734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4235734' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-4177504</id><published>2001-06-21T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T12:01:37.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH HELLL YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FREEEEEDOM.. LET FREEDOM RING ..... BIATCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cuz I'm free. Free from the constraints of working, at least for four days. Nope no vacation. I'm just on a temporary leave because of insanity. Insane because my boss left me work last week. Work that confounds and stupifies me. The stuff that HE should be doing. I know. I know. If I'm suppose to move up ahead in life I should confront these challenges with open arms.&lt;br /&gt; EAT A PHAT PICKLE.... cuz I don't want to move up in this company anyway. Not that I possibly could either, they require AT LEAST an MBA, of which I do not possess at the moment. Not a real biggie. I'm here just to learn what to do with all the phat scril I'm gonna make one day. It's a great learning experience. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll make it. Maybe I should start making little signs to put all around my room, like one good friend of mine. His ass has it everywhere you could possibly imagine. I wouldn't even be surprised if he had one on the back door of his bathroom, just for those instances when he's taking a dump and he needs some motivation. Can you imagine it? "You can do it" being read as you tighten your abs for the BIG PUSH!.... HAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! Not for me though... If I had one of those it would say... "If you have time to read this ...... then you have time to reach for the DAMN air freshner!" HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day all! I'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-4177504?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/4177504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/4177504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4177504' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-4039880</id><published>2001-06-12T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-12T15:50:23.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE A FIGHT EVERY MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S REALLY STARTING TO PISS ME OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you live with someone who is hella lazy?&lt;br /&gt;How can you possible function with someone who can't get off their butt out of bed?&lt;br /&gt;How can you relate to someone who can't do what's best for themself?&lt;br /&gt;How is it that someone you are with is soooooo different from the way you imagine him/her to be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A FIGHT EVERY MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF!.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to muster up the strength to get up. I've promised myself time and time again, that'll I'll go back to my diet, my regime, my livelihood. Yet every single time I hear that damn alarm of mine... my hand mysteriously flops right on top of it. Right on top of the snooze button. To top it off.... I'm not totally asleep. Somehow.. I'm still able to look at the clock to see what time it is. Don't get me wrong.. I may know what time it is... but I still don't care. Rather than springing into action like a super hero .. I become some kind of comic strip character. I'd say I was more like Snoopy.. but my actions thus far... more resemble GARFIELD. I don't know what's the matter with me. I mean 6 to 8 months ago, my ass would've been like the rooster at the crack of dawn. Now, however, I can't wait to go to sleep. I lack motivation. Nothing seems to make me move anymore. I don't know.. I'm disheartened and I have no one to blame but myself.... Yet.. I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's WORK... Lately I've felt the daily grind of it all. Driving down 40 + miles to do nothing but chat or surf the net. The projects are gone. The work load the same. Day in and day out.. the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's HOME.... I'm the only one that takes the time to straighten up around there. One roomie confines himself to his room. The other enjoys making a mess and thinks it to be OKAY. Why shouldn't he? He has no one to impress. Actually I think he likes it, that way he has something to talk. Like he ever brings a girl over! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's ME.. I've been so busy lately.. I need the downtime of the morning just to rest up for the rest of the week and weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE it's everything!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I guess I just wanted to vent at myself. Just so I might stir something up?... I hope it worked. For now... later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-4039880?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/4039880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/4039880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4039880' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-4025709</id><published>2001-06-11T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-11T17:26:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend has passed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Sixers lost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that kind of makes me feel good today????&lt;br /&gt;I whooped on my boys this past Sunday. I scored something like 11 or 12 points. Damn that feels good and to top it off, I got to talk shit... and actually back it up this time!!!!!! Ahhhh that felt hella good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there was one more thing that I have to add... &lt;br /&gt;I conducted a little research yesterday afternoon. It was a little thing on human reactions. Now let me introduce you to the study environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself at a crosswalk. The light is red as the cars are there waiting patiently for the tri-colored signaling system to announce the ability to go. You are a pedestrian. You are someone who's walked across the street many times. In each encounter you wait for the little walking person to turn green so that you may pass without interruption. This signaling system has been placed there specifically for your benefit. It is there to grant you access to a road dominated by muscular metal machines. You yourself have been behind one such vehicle. You know what kind of POWER it yields. You have a firm understanding of your relationship with that machine. That is to be behind it rather than in front of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again you are at the crosswalk...&lt;br /&gt;a pedestrian....&lt;br /&gt;someone who knows not to be in front of such a force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are granted your wish. The little walking man has told you ....."You may pass now". &lt;br /&gt;You are allowed to cross the path of these monsters. You who have done this on more than one occasion. Thus, you are comfortable in the knowledge that that little walking man has allowed you to cross without harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is me. The person you thought you would never cross. The ASSHOLE, who will make you reconsider your choice in a sheer instant. But alas, you don't know I'm coming. You walk without regard because you see me parked. Still and motionless behind your white line. So you pass without fear and as you do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VRRRROOOOMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not moved... BUT you have. and now you are 5 steps ahead of wherever you were when I hit the gas pedal. How are you feeling now???? Still secure about that little walking man???? Do you still feel safe??? or in that moment did you not feel your heart jump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I saw as I did it to this woman who crossed the street. As she looked up I could see how mad she was. Although I could not see her eyes... I still felt the horror she had just been filled with. I felt her rants and raves. I could hear her thoughts as they spit out things like "Asshole!" "Fucking jerk" "Mother fucker"!. I could do nothing more than smile. Because.. the next time I cross a street.... I'm never ever gonna put my head down as if nothing is gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night y'all... I'm out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-4025709?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/4025709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/4025709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4025709' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-3923072</id><published>2001-06-04T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-04T12:18:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I stare emotionless at my computer, I can't help but wonder how I managed to get through this weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed nothing. No event was ever canceled. No time was ever wasted. Every instance something productive, fun, or just plain old entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me taking Wednesday to work from home, as well as not doing anything at work on Tuesday I had a pile of work for me to do throughout the rest of the week. Normally I would've stayed late on one of those days just so I wouldn't have to race to finish. Not in this case. Thursday rolls around... time to start. I do and I'm pretty productive, still it is at a slow pace. I don't complete any of my tasks. Regardless of my work load I endevour to watch the latest movie flick, PEARL HARBOR. My opinion after all is said and done.... Top Gun meets Titanic (I forget where I got that, it's appropriate so I'll use it). &lt;br /&gt;Now it's Friday, cuz watching that movie took up the whole evening. So on this day I work as usual, however, my the time frame from which I'm supposed to be finished is creeping up. With full knowledge that out of four tasks I have just barely finished one. Ah well, I can't miss Friday basket ball. I go, thinking I can come back and finish the job at home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday rolls along. I have to take a test for my prep course. Which lasts till about 1 in the afternoon. leaving me about 5 hours to complete everything else on my plate at work. Luckily for me.... I'm quick. With the time spared I go to my parents house and fix the television set there and even have time to do my homework for class the next day. It's 10 pm... where am I know.... a Hip Hop party in some remote location near pier 50. What a party! I was supposed to leave at 1, I didn't get home until 4:30 - 5. I make the long drive to class the next day at 10am. Afterwards, I go to a wine tasting event at a co-workers house. After that... I muster up the last amount of energy I have to go hangout with a good friend of mine. We sit, chill, and talk for hours. Finally I go home. It was 12am when I went to bed. I woke up @ 6:30 am to go to the gym before work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(big sigh.. followed by big yawn) &lt;br /&gt;(looking up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God" "THANK-YOU"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-3923072?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3923072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3923072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3923072' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-3874561</id><published>2001-05-31T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-31T11:27:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay Puerto was fun. Now back to business or lack thereof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is actually my frist day back. On Tuesday I came into the office, but I couldn't do anything. Wednesday I decided to stay home and work from there. That was a whole lot better than going in for work. I got more stuff done when I did that. Now that I'm in the office... I don't feel like doing anything again. So I just parouse around the internet thinking of more things I want to do or see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just came across this little article on &lt;a href="http://content.careers.msn.com/WorkingLife/Workplace/9906_mistakes.asp"&gt;MSN&lt;/a&gt;. Well after much review .. I think I'm a great candidate for getting laid off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fitting the company's culture:&lt;br /&gt;                    Apparently not if I'm able to update my blogger site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hard work:&lt;br /&gt;                   Well actually I do do hard work. I also tell everyone that I am doing it and when. Okay so I passed this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Relying on consensus or permission:&lt;br /&gt;                    I always ask for some work or something more important to do. I can't function without being told something to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Projecting a positive attitude:&lt;br /&gt;                    Hmmm does smiling at my comp because I read a funny joke off the Maxim website count??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Being above menial tasks&lt;br /&gt;                    Well I do change the water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's add it all up..... 2 out of 5. Is that bad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-3874561?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3874561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3874561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3874561' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-3846018</id><published>2001-05-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-29T11:50:25.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay .. the weekend has passed and I had no time to post anything else. I was just too damn busy or tired. Anyways let me tell you the rest of the things that happend on my wonderful trip to P.V.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay .. so we travel downtown to get cash for the rest of the trip. My mom and my sisters go inside the bank to exchange their money (8.90 pesos per dollar, not a bad exchange). The whole time I'm getting to know my surroundings. I go to the quick mart and get me a cervesa (corona) and as soon as I walk out.. there' s this guy just standing there trying to sell me on exchanging my stay at La Jolla de Mismaloya.. for a stay at his hotel I'm trying to tell the guy I just wanna relax.. but he won't give up. Fuck that.. I end up just walking away. Not more then 20 steps later.. this person from the another hotel trys to get me to go there. Whatever.. I just cruise on by. I check in every now and then on my walkie-talkie just to make sure they are still in the bank. They are.. so I go and have me this ice cream bar from a little ice cream shop. It' pretty good. I check in again.. and they are stilll in there. So being the adventurous hungry man that I am.. I go to one of the neighborhood mom and pop style sit in restaurants. Of course they don't speak a lick of English, but hey.. it's all good. The food was HELLLLLLA good. I love those little stores!!! Well my family finally gets out of the bank. They join me for lunch at the restaurant. Then we take three more tacos to go for our trip to Nuevo Vallarta.. where my sister swam with dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dolphin place is alright.. nothing but dolphins a parrots. I notice this cute girl there. Turns out she's Japanese.... from Japan.. speaking Spanish and knows English. What a trip!! Anyways, she's part of the parrot exhibition group. Where before you can go swim with dolphins. you can take your picture with parrots. That was pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister left us to go swim with the Dolphins. I took mad pics of her and the dolphins. It was pretty boring for the rest of the family. So we all just ended up taking a little seista under a canopy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-3846018?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3846018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3846018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3846018' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-3804032</id><published>2001-05-26T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-26T09:15:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I am here in overcast hot Puerto Vallarta...... and I have to tell you .. I just spent half an hour trying to figure out how this keyboard works.. I can not figure out how to make an aposerfie. Oh well I am just gonna have to spell out every word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.. we left SF a little behind schedule. My sister wanted to have a window seat. Me being the big brother said sure whatever. So we proceed to board the 737..... Jenn is in there first .... guess what? she got stuck with the last seat on the plane and it had NO WINDOW!!! hahahahhaha. Just had to laugh at that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here in Puerto Vallarta.. it is not quite what I expected. I thought we would be somewhere close to downtown and the fabulous beaches... like in all those online sites.. I was sooo wrong. All of that is downtown. Where we are at it is a resort hotel. Don't get me wrong there is still a wonderful beach at the back of the resort, but let me first tell you about this magnificant palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive up in the taxi from the airport. You first pass through a security gate from which you identify yourself. Then as you pull up to the front of the hotel.. there are 4 to 5 bell boys waiting all dressed in white with matching white safari hats. One will open the door for you and take all of your things. Once you register with the hotel staff, they lead you to your elevator and then meet you at your hotel room. The room that we stayed in was no ordinary room. The first room on you right has it's own queen bed television with a pretty spacious closet. There are two bathrooms next to each other. Then in the other room there is another bed, televison and  a little couch. You can walk out to the balcony to find a patio chair and a senic view of the four swimming pools, beach and far off restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are headed into the city. We are going to watch Jenn swim with the dolphins. That should be cool. Since she's been wanting to do that the whole time anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. let me tell you one more thing about this hotel..... they have a maid/housekeeper come into your room and take off the bed cover so that you can go to bed. The fluff your pillows and even place chocolates on you bed. Oh my gosh this place is like heaven!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-3804032?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3804032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3804032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_05_20_archive.html#3804032' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-3781629</id><published>2001-05-24T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-24T15:02:37.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang I just remember that I have to start updating this site. For all my readers..... sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that there were actually people reading my page. So Hi Joy, Alex, Will, Fredator, and whoever else reads this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have something on my mind today. As usual my day is going very slow. I guess it's cuz I'm anxiously waiting to go home so I can pack up for my trip to MEXICO. Wooo hooo!!! I'm gonna go swim with the dolphins. Maybe they can show me some hidden treasures??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been parousing around the net and low and behold I find a few websites dedicated to my current favorite show (DARK ANGEL). Now I thought I was a DA geek (or as some of my friends would think.. FREAK). Actually they are pretty cool, the websites that is. Especially if you caught the last episode. Man o man .. it's gonnna be a long summer of re-runs. But hey I won't spoil it for all of you who so happened to tape it and have not had the chance to view it yet. However, I do have one thing to say to y'all.......WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I usually don't go out on Tuesday just so I can watch the show. This time was the exception ( and on the day of the season finale no less!!), but my excuse is pure and honest. That being, that I had a special date with some good friends I haven't seen in a while. And now YOU can't say we don't try to hangout!!! (cuz one of you knowsssss how big that night was w/ the season finale and all) Anyway, being the die hard fan of the show..... I stayed up an extra 45 minutes to watch my recording.(remember you can fast forward the commercials... hehehehhe!). and what an ending... whew. Which prompts me to those websites. I wanted to see if there was anything out there concerning the show and thoughts as to whats gonna happen. Well.. there are forum upon forums dedicated to it. Each with undending storylines and incites as to the many possible outcomes for our heroine. Well I will reserve mine to the off chance I might see James Cameron or Joe Ann Fogle (the writer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... wow!! A whole entry dedciated to DA.. all because a friend who I hadn't spoken with in over a month called me out of the blue to say that she watched the show and that it reminded her of me! *tear drop falling* hahhahahahha - peace out .. see you when I get  back from loungin on the sunny beaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-3781629?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3781629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3781629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_05_20_archive.html#3781629' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-3624779</id><published>2001-05-14T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-14T12:44:34.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Mother's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this weekend partying as usual. Nope this time I wasn't found laying on the street corner speuwing what I ate last night. Actually, I had a great time dancing, talking, and mingling. Oh and I came up with a new job discription for myself. I was inspired after my buddy thought of his. Which I must say is pretty damn funny. He's the Manager of Petsmart. We met there when I was there. We both were shoveling shit in the back and moved up to dog grooming detail before I left. "I" am currently the gamesroom manager at Malibu. Yup I handle the concessions stand as well as make sure there are enough tokens in the change machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you may ask? Well our jobs are boring enough. Plus, it's kinda fun trying to think of new stuff to talk about. Besides... I get bored of telling people the same thing every time. i.e. I'm a financial analyst for a small financial planning firm. This is better, at least I know I can keep peoples attention this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-3624779?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3624779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3624779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_05_13_archive.html#3624779' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-3536878</id><published>2001-05-07T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-07T13:00:31.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CINCO DE MAYO.... so what did y'all do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me .. I went bar hopping... I rolled on down to the Mission district. Somewhere around 16th and Valencia. We waited in line for two spots. The first bar was a place where we hooked up with some of my buddy's friends. Had a long island iced tea and tried to spit game. My game was aightttt.. I guess. Too bad girl rolled in with her boyfriend and another dude! Ahh well.. there's always next time cuz my ass ain't given up hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, When I was with the group I got into discussions about youth. Which can always bring out a giggle or laugh, especially with my clumsy ass. Then there is the always advantageous, sometimes boring, "career talk" .. which in this case proved not bad at all. Especially when you talk to a person with similar goals in mind. The bad to it all though.... is that you can't really get numerous numbers. And don't say yeah you can.. CUZ YOU CAN'T!! Not if they are all friends! Unless you WANT to look like a player!  I'm not so I didn't, that and the fact that we were walking out when the conversation was getting good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at the new bar waiting in line, for a LONG ASS TIME. After about 20 minutes part of our party leaves. We also met up with some more of another buddy's friends, so it wasn't that bad. My buddy slips the doorman a duece to get us in. That works..too bad the others didn't wait. Oh well. So I'm in there watching two of the girls get picked up on as I'm getting drinks. My other buddy is behind me watching and telling me they need saving. So I start budding in just a bit to see it they need some assisstance. Nope they say they're cool. So me and my buddy start to walk to the small dance floor in the back of the bar. They follow suit quickly. I guess those guys weren't interesting enough, or maybe it was the line they used. "Didn't I see you guys driving around looking for parking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH...I had to laugh, cuz I used that to fuel my conversation with that very same girl. Needless to say......... WE HAD A GREAT BALLIN OUT GUTS OUT!! The moral of the story... use a line that's doesn't show how stupid you take women for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-3536878?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3536878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3536878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_05_06_archive.html#3536878' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-3433594</id><published>2001-04-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-30T09:35:21.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I know I haven't written in here for a while, but a lot has been going on and some of it I didn't want to write about. Then I forgot about this all together. Well here I am back in the flash. and... What prompted this sudden return from the dead? Well basically I found out that people do actually read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what... Some people actually find it funny. So I guess I'd better keep up with my shit. But for today I'm gonna start slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are six sure tell signs your gonna be single for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You go out to one of those table for six dates (where 3 random guys and 3 random girls meet to have dinner for the first time) and you're left with the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You start refering to Playboy's "Playmate of the month" by her first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) All of your porno's have grey streak lines from over usage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You find out that your parents are reading a book entitled, "It's okay that he/she is a homosexual"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A 40yr old virgin uses you for a one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 1 900 numbers have you on call block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-3433594?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3433594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/3433594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_04_29_archive.html#3433594' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-2747989</id><published>2001-03-12T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-12T13:58:05.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I learned 2 things today....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 When you take your underwear fresh from the dryer, make sure that is not inside-out. It feels funny when you put it on. So you have to take it off again in order for it to feel the right way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2 Webster's definition of a &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com"&gt;goal&lt;/a&gt; is. What this will not tell you is that a goals can be harder to accomplish than you might think. Today I started back on my &lt;a href="http://www.bodyforlife.com"&gt;Body for Life&lt;/a&gt; program. I was on this program for about 3 months prior to New Year's. After that, I was practically off of it for 2 months. Why? Well it is simply this, I did not feel as though I should be on it because of my pending trip to New Orleans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY WAS I WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that after the trip I would easily fall back into my routine of working out and eating right. It's a lot harder than I thought. Ever since I got back from New Year's I stuffed my face full of FAT!! I didn't see the gym once! My daily regime became what it was before i started the program. That is, I went back to stoping at Mikey D's for a quick breakfast: # 3 Sausage McMuffin w/ Egg meal, Large OJ, and an extra Hash Brown = a total of $4.36. That was 5 days straight. Not to mention for lunch, I would slap my tongue around my mouth to figure out what my taste buds would like that afternoon. It's favorite "meal of death" Fetticine Alfredo! I can feel my arteries cringe already! I became slugish and lazy. My home and room the utter reflection of such manerisms. Clothes, papers, and shoes cluttered my floor. There were times when I couldn't even see the carpet. Once I realized this I had to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I realize that it is not enough just to start something, but rather it is the whole process in it's entirety. From start to finish, that is the process of achieving a goal. I hope I can make it. At least I've done a couple of things to keep me going. The garage is clean. My room is clean. I've bought groceries again. So now all that is left is to clean my body up. I can tell you right now... my body is hating me right now. It's aching from all the sudden exercise and "good" food I've just consumed over the last 2 days. If I can make it through the week I should be cool. Then by this summer, I'll be lean and hopefully a lot more healthy. Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and I'm outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-2747989?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/2747989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/2747989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2747989' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1602825.post-2647550</id><published>2001-03-05T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-05T15:57:40.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No rest for the weary. What does that quote really mean? If you are weary... don't you need your rest?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well anyway... as I am to understand, that quote is for those individuals who keep moving onward even though they are tired. That pretty much sums up my vacation and eventual return to work. Why you might ask? Well simply put it is like this... shortly after returning from all the TITS and ASS of Mardi Gras, I venture off with my good buddy to the slopes of Lake Tahoe. I think they are in the Sierra Mountains? I was never really good at geography. Anyways, there I am back from a trip and ready to go on another one. It was great though! I even attempted to take some jumps. I landed maybe one of 14, but that one landing kept inspiring me to go for more! My body is in pain at the moment, but it's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what I should find upon my return.... that one of my good buddies lie in bed after an apparent asthma attack. I shall visit him tonight. I'm sure glad to hear that all is well now. I'll share with him all the fun I had in New Orleans.. or as I've come to pronounce it.... N'awlins. I will tell him the tale of PHAT ass cookin and all of the excitement of the dirty dirty south. Yes it really is dirty there... at least that's what my pants looked liked every night I went out on burbon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll learn what those beads were "really" for. As mentioned earlier.. dayam.. girls are SCANDULOUS.. well some of them anyway. Ron big PROPS ... I couldn't do what you did bro, well maybe if I was on the verge of passing out, but that's another story. Mardi Gras Mardi Gras..... man what an experience. The panties dropped, the breasts unleashed, and the cucumbers were left to swing from left to right. The most unfortunate thing about this though??? Most of the women out there brought there boyfriends or some guy that was their "really good" friend. Bascially, women made sure that they wouldn't get caught doing something they wouldn't like seen on the internet. Well for those who were the unwitting subjects of my digital camera... to you I apologize for what everyone else is about to &lt;a href="http://albums.photopoint.com/j/AlbumIndex?u=1416864&amp;a=11869676&amp;pw=beads "&gt;SEE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy everyone.. I certainly did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1602825-2647550?l=4wordmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/2647550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1602825/posts/default/2647550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4wordmotion.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2647550' title=''/><author><name>Jerrymain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398246209686455565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
