<?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-3456212</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:19:30.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALPHRHOMEGAS!!</title><subtitle type='html'>a world of confusion</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456212.post-88249057</id><published>2003-01-29T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T20:33:21.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. yeah... this is the omega. wow... rho actually blogged here. which makes it even sadder that i'm gonna start my new blog. cuz it feels kinda weird to keep identifying myself everytime i blog, but i'm the only one that does. so yeah... last blog from me. dont really know what to say. juust look out for a new blog link on my profile when i actually get around to it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-88249057?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/88249057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/88249057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88249057' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-88025773</id><published>2003-01-25T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T16:57:40.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so, today, saturday, the day before Superbowl XXXVII, i decided to go to Costco, of all places to look up prices for sectionals stuff. I drove around for 30 freaking minutes looking for parking and didn't find any. OMG, soooo many people, I got so pissed off and just left. Didn't even go into the store. I've just been getting annoyed w/ people lately i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i gues i haven't been blogging here lately, I dunno, haven't had the urge to blog. Dude, where is my roomate?? I haven't seen her in like forever. I think on average, i see her for like a minute a day. I see her the most during aphio meetings. Sadness. We're both always locked up in our rooms. me, wasting time, and her, i dunno what goes on in there ;) hehehe. j/k. But yeah, it'd be cool to see more of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm gonna go waste some time and read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-88025773?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/88025773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/88025773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88025773' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-87631690</id><published>2003-01-18T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T00:23:32.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG!!!! This incident i am about to blog right now has got to be one of the mose disappointing moments of my life. really really small, and you'll prolly think i'm crazy, but i got slightly mad! but then i laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home for winter break,  and my mom always gives me a ton of food to bring down to school when i leave. she gives me this can of strawberry stikko. for those of you who dont know, its a wafer stick. it looks BRAND NEW, with the tape around the top and everything. and today, jsut like 2 minutes ago, i really really felt like a nice sweet snack. i looked everywhere, and started getting frustrated cuz i couldnt find anything. and then, the lightbulb goes off in my head (click!!), and i rememberd that my wonderful mom gave a can of that yummy strawberry stikko treat. and i remember thinking, when i saw that in my bag of goodies, "hm... my mom never gives me junk food. strange, but still, very nice of her." so i RUN to the kitchen cabinet, do my little celebration dance, pick up that can, and start unwrapping the tape around the lid. i go back to my computer, pop open the lid, and guess what was NOT there?!?!?!? strawberry stikko sticks!!!!! instead, it is a can FULL of organice cereal and granola. OMG!!! my mom just used the can to FOOL me!! and she put tape around the lid so it wouldnt pop open in the car~!! so instead of the pleasantly sweet treat i was expecting, now i am snacking on almost flavorless granola. poopy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-87631690?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/87631690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/87631690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87631690' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-87330709</id><published>2003-01-12T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T18:21:22.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi! well, i am currently sitting in LL with all hte tau class pledges. this is their last hour until they go through the ceremony andofficially activate!! congratulations to them!! and espeically to my little, jeff chen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.... for those of you who have participated in Region X-treme sports, you should all be as sore as i am. gosh.... sooooo much physical activity in one weekend. flag football, capture the flag, all those relays at La Jolla Shores, and he running around Warren College for the scavenger hunt. Good job to Jen Jen!! She did such a good job planning the whole event!!! It was a just a whole lotta fun!! A great inter-chapter event. everyone should have been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to team Lemonade!!! Unofficially know as the Fobby Yellow team. heehee. Weren't we just fantastic at flag football?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Tien: For some reason, i am always on your team for competitions. no complaints here. you have a lot of spirit, and always makes it fun and entertaining for the rest of us. you never say no, and is always willing to step up to the plate. and man.... picitonary blind folded?? we could not have asked for a better drawer. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Chen: hi little!! heehee. thanks for participation in the egg toss with me. thank goodess we had a good egg with a nice thick shell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helene: Hi the other helen! you are my hero!! dude.. the trash can incident is completely mug worthy. i wont say what you did, but wow... definately my hero. LOL... and nomination for banquet award!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy: you are way cool! you were so sick,  yet you still showed up to help out the team. that i dedication. and we had lots of fun runing back and forth on Muir field. right......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley: What can i say? We are team yellow, and it just would not have been teh same without you. I want you on my teams for competitions from now on cuz you provide charisma and charm to any team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William: OMG... the cucumber game... we all can tell from those hip gyrations that you have lots of experience in that category. and thanks to your friends for the scavenger hunt! we totally just took everything from there. hopefully everything has already been returned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CZ: you are so brave for just asking for a christmas light bulb from a random stranger. sure, it turned out that wesley knew the guy, but hey! you didnt know that! and all that running!! thank goodness we survived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie: man... i will not forget what you said for a long long time. "Do you have a condom? Don't be embrassed!!" Heehee. man... straight to the point. and that person did!!! LOL... and the FOB sign you showed me~!! man! you learn something new all the time. i'm a fob, and i didnt even know that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, yay to TEAM LEMONADE!!! and we somehow managed to win the trophey. How in the world did that happen? we didnt win a single event!! except the egg toss. i LOVE that story! i'm gonna tell that one for a long time to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to EVERYONE who participated in Region X-Treme sports. especially the brothers from UCI, Section 1 Chair Ray Warriner, Section 2 Chair John Nguyen, and Region X Director Kevin Simpson. you made it all possible!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-87330709?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/87330709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/87330709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87330709' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-87272045</id><published>2003-01-11T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T10:58:18.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... why do people flake out ot stuff??? is it really THAT difficult to stay committed to something you told others you would do??  it only causes unnecessary stress to others who are involved, especially those who are in charge of palnning an event. and WTF is up with last minute flakers?!?!? is it just me, or do the majority of people agree with me that it  is very frustrating and irresponsible and unrespectable of someone to flake out at the last minute??? if you have a legitimate reason, its totally cool. but if its just cuz you dont want to anymore, or if you are hung over cuz you got trashed last night, it is a completely invalid reason to why you need to flake out. ALPHA PHI OMEGA is a FRATERNITY!!!!! not a club!! get it straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wonder if we hazed people, or if we fgive out bids, that we might not have such a membership retention problem. or silly people flaking out from events that they said they were committed to doing. people would be more dedicated to what we are about. but we are a fraternity that accepts anyone as long as they complete their pleding requirements. we dont choose, we dont decide on whether or not someone is good enough or worthy enough to be a part of it. and i like that a lot. and although we have to deal with those who are not here for the right reasons, we also have people who are extremely dedicated and really care about Alpha Phi Omega. Thanks to those people who are around. They make it worth my time to stick around. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-87272045?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/87272045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/87272045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87272045' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-87256573</id><published>2003-01-10T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T23:51:48.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi all!! i have to blog about a few things. two made me laugh extremely hard. one kinda disturbed me for a split second. so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so steve and i are at ranch 99. we are at the bakery counter getting a honey cake. YUM! and the asian lady behind the counter was helping us out. and when we were almost done, a middle aged cantonese lady comes to the counter and asks in cantonese how much the cake with the pink flowers is. the lady behind the counter looks at her and says, in EXTREMELY broken and heavily accented english "i no speak chinese... only english". so the lady asks "what is the cake filled with??" and the other lady said "lkasdgiaksnhvkjbasehkaejnfguagiuaekjga". the three of us stand there, completely confused. she has to repeat herself quite a few times before we understood the cake was filled with fruit. yeah... funny? i guess you just had to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few nights ago, i made steve tell me a bed time story. so here it is. there are three bears that live in a cottage. a papa bear, a mama bear, and a baby bear. the mama bear makes a prime rib dinner. when it is served, papa bear said "this is too cold!!" and the baby bear said "this is too hot!!" and the mama bear just slapped them both upside the head and said "stupid fools! this came from the same roast!! it cant be different temps!!". so the family went out for a walk to cool down from the fight they just had. right when they leave, Goldilocks sneaks into the house. She was extremely hungry, and ate ALL three prime ribs. After devouring all that food, she got food coma and fell asleep. The bear Family comes back, sees Goldilocks, and moments later, said "she was just right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How disturbing is that!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay... this is the last thing... i dont know if its gonna be funny, but i laughed SOOOOOO hard. I'm at steve's, sitting on his bed reading his FHM magazine. He's cleaning his room, and see's some kind of insect on the floor. Steve FREAKS OUT!! He looks around spastically for his tissue box. Then he furiously searches the ground and pulls away some scattered papers and clothing. He sees the insect, squishes it, throws the whole ball of tissue into the trash can, and to top it all off, he FARTS ON IT~~!!! He put his butt over the trash can, and just lets one rip. OMG.. so funny. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... those are all the stories today. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-87256573?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/87256573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/87256573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87256573' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-86912565</id><published>2003-01-03T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T23:02:25.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i dunno if ive ever blogged about this. but yeah... my youngest brother, winston, got a guinea pig for his birthday from my cousin dennis. her name is coco. all she does is sit in the cage, eat, sleep, and goes poo and pee. she thinks everything  you stick inside her cage is food (actually, everything is). so i put my fingers inside, and she sniffs them. i'm thinking "oh. must be like dogs when they smell you to get to know you". so i was like okay, that's cool. and the she BITES me. it wasnt a cute little nibble. like a crunching down of a bite. doesnt she know that saying???!! never bite the hands that feed you!! ugh.. so the tips of my right index finger hurts, and i cant really type at a decent speed without it. sucks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-86912565?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/86912565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/86912565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86912565' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-86802638</id><published>2003-01-01T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T15:55:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everyone!! happy new year! i had an extremely mellow celebration... i was home, by myself, watching jay leno. :P sad... but true. i was sooooo tired from nationals that i just chose to stay home and sleep early. but thanks soooo much to my boys wes and kazi for calling and inviting me to do stuff with them. i miss you guys!! MUAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... nationals... it was really really amazing. sure, we didnt get much sleep, and sure, poor annie and especially steve were stuck in meeting after meeting, sure, i was on the voting floor along with them for SOOOOO long, but we still had a good time. the most amazing thing was to see so many brothers of Alpha Phi Omega. there were more than 2000 people there, all wearing the same greek letters. and to know that wach chapter only sends a fraction of the members they have, it was really an eye opener to just imagine how many of of there are. and guess what, tau class??? George Dacy was there!!!! he's really funny and really cool. since john nguyen hooked me up with the temp section 2 chair position, i got to go to this awesome free luncheon with ray warriner, the section 1 chair and had the opportunity to hear him speak. george actually KNEW H. roe bartle! he was at george's installation ceremony. that should give you an idea just how long george has been in the fraternity. i also got the chance to meet a lot of people from region X. they are all vrey friendly and made my stay a lot more entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of all the people that were there, i have to thank my roomates for my experience at Alpha Phi Omega's 2002 National Convention wonderful and unforgettable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray: Without ray, i would have been completely lost. He told me what my responsibilities are as section 2 rep, kept me company on the legislative floor, and always had something to say to make me less sleepy. he's a fantastic guy, and it was really cool to get to know him better. i've always seen him around at installs and conferences, but this was the first time i got to really sit down and talk to him. so thanks sooo much for making my trip so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: hey! i didnt get to see alot of you, but u are really easy to get along with. too bad i didnt get a chance to see you work it out on the dance floor,so i guess next time. come and visit us in SD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: you are such a funny girl! arent you glad we hunted down jeff and keith so we can take pics with them? my gosh we were like middle schoolers or something. :P venus is lucky to have you as her big. ur so nice and so sweet! come to sd and visit us someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czrena and Annie: You two are absolutely the most amazing girls!! You're funny, smart, GORGEOUS, sweet, and so much more! I am so glad that we got to go on this trip because it gave me a chance to know the two of you better. I have much respect and love for the two of you. Go Rho Pi girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve: what can i say? the trip would have been different without you, and i'm really glad you were there with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, my trip was fun. it also made me realize how much more diverse california is than a lot of other areas. cz and i were asked if we were sisters. we asked why, and the guy said "cuz y'all are.. you know.." and i said "asian?" and he said yes. okay... granted, we were on burbon street, and he was intoxicated, but still. and while steve and i were in the elevator going up to the room, a black guy greeted us with "so you guys must be the brothers from the phillipines!!". so yeah.. that was interesting. and some random white guy asked steve if he was bruce lee, and told him to watch out for the other white folk. very interesting indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burbon street isnt all that great. its dirty, smelly, and has trash ALL over the place. and there ar lots of tits. yes... tits. the whole flashing your boobs thing does not only hapen during mardi gras. its every single damn day. all bourbon strret consists of are bars, strip bars, clubs, and souvenier stores that sell beads. and there is no policy against open bottles or anything, so you ust order your hand granade and walk up and down the street as you sip it. and when you're done, just toss it in the street. it was fun, but only the first time around. but i got some dancing time in at a couple of clubs, so it was cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i guess that was pretty long. if you are still reading this, i cant believe you are this patient. it's all pretty boring, but i really do appreciate you taking the time to do so. HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-86802638?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/86802638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/86802638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86802638' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-86387597</id><published>2002-12-21T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T22:45:29.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. its omega. but then again, who else would it be? so yes... at home for winter break. i've actually done a lot this break than others. usually i dont get to go out much and i just stay at home alone cuz my parents want me to be "home" when i'm home. but yes, more about my adventures later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, after i had to write that terrible paper for my Holocaust Discourse class, i had to study for the most horrible final ever. for the most terrible class ever. Physics 5 taught by prof. Tytler. damnit... ruby, steve, and i studied for that class, and dude... finnal kicked our asses!! so just for ruby and steve... FUCK TITLER!!! so yeah... 18 chapters of the book. 22 questions. at least one from each chapter. i studied the first 7 chapters. so yeah... after the 10th question, i basically just BSed my heart out. :P the only question that i knew completely is the question that was based on the chapter that my group and i had to present. but yeah... taking that class pass/no pass. hopefully i will get a P. i would hate to take that class again. ::shudder::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes... i am home. my mom gave me crap for coming home late. i came home monday. she said why did my second cousin (who goes to the same school as me) come home saturday? i said cuz i just stayed around. she said "that's a weird reason. there has to be another reason why you didnt come home til now". i said alrighty, i partied friday. but i still could have came home staurday. if you want me home earlier, then tell me. she said "we shouldnt have to tell you. you should just know." i told her ive never came home right after finals. not going to start now. so that was that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on tuesday, i hung out with juki, wes, chucky, and chuck's girl, tiffany. we call her tifa. so yeah... we watched lord of the rings, fellowship of the rings on DVD. wow... it was really good. and orlando bloom is really good looking. but only as his character. maybe its the long blonde hair. but yeah... he's not that good looking otherwise. and OMG aragon is soooo sexy. heehee. on wednesday, i met up with jeannie at starbucks. it was the first time that i've seen her in a long long time. once again, our primary topic of conversation was jinwoo. oh dear... that boy never ceases to entertain us. if ht werent for him, jeannie and i would never be this close of friends. he does some werid stuff that just makes us analyze it to try and understand exactly why he does it. but we never come to a conclusion. he baffles our mind. but yeah... it was interesting indeed. thursday i went to the theaters with the gang (juki, wes, chuck and tifa) to watch two towers. wow... i cried a lot. i know... its lord of the rings... who cries in that? but like juki said, its a very emotionally manipylative movie. but yeah... i dont remember what else ive done this holiday break. cuz i have a relaly bad memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to target by myself. i just didnt want to stay at home for so long. its so boring. plus there's never anything good on TV. i developed two of the 5 rolls of pics that i have (halloween and pledge retreat). good memories. i wonder what the other three rolls of film have. there are some people who cant wait to develope their pictures. and then there are people like me who collect a ton before they go. and forget the contents of the pictures. but at least i get a nice surprise. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate rain... but its really sunny in my heart. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-86387597?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/86387597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/86387597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86387597' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-85899725</id><published>2002-12-12T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T08:38:33.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.... i hate finals week. all nighters suck (but then again, that can only be blamed on me since i should have started earlier) cuz i procrastinate. but hey1 like marc said, if it wasnt for the last minute, nothing would ever get done. another all nighter tonight... but thank goodness i'm taking stupid TITler's astronomy class pass/no pass. so i dont have to try as hard. :P heehee. so yeah... lack of sleep... i think i will pass out soon. not like go to bed soon, but faint. i need food. and i am sooooo tired. thank goodness julie han decided to be ultra sweet and print out my paper and take it to school. yay julie! and yeah... lack of sleep can make you say funky ass stuff. i was chatting with my friend and telling him that i had one more page to go on my paper, and he told me he was proud of me. and guess what i said? i said "im the little engine that can!!" how stupid is that? anyways, back to my paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. shout out to Jason Bautista, who is working ont he exact same paper as me right next door. Hey JB! Ur the coolest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-85899725?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/85899725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/85899725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85899725' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-85813089</id><published>2002-12-10T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T17:46:33.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this is a story about boys not having a single clue over the price of certain brand name items or even HOW to recognize a brand name item. so steve and i were shopping at Fashion Valley last friday. i was broke as a joke, so shopping was basically like pure torture for me. everything that i saw that i remotely liked, i had to run over, hug it, and shed a few tears. so steve, being the cool person he is, keeps on offering to buy me stuff. i said "no, ive never let a boy buy me anything while shopping with him, and i'm not gonna start now". (which is a statement that is ENTIRELY true, at least to my knowledge) anyways, we were at macy's and i LOVE accessories so of course i wander over to where all the handbags are. and right in the middle of the section was a display of coach bags, the ones with the signature coach insignia ALL OVER the handbag. i run to it, say "omg... i love coach stuff!!!" seeing that it was kinda a small size handbag, i guess steve figured "hey! how much can this thing POSSIBLY cost???" so he offers to buy me one. now i could have totally taken dvantage of this, NOT showed him the price tag, and jsut strolled on over to the cashier's counter and watched his expression as she tells him the price. but instead, i said "steve.... do you know how much this is???" and it was $218. heehee!! he said "OMG!! why does that cost so much!!" now i guess boys dont understand WHY anybody would spend mor than like 50 bucks on a wallet or purse.... but hey!! sometimes girls like our nice prada, coach, gucci, and ferragamo stuff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-85813089?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/85813089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/85813089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85813089' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-85581759</id><published>2002-12-05T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T23:31:44.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm...u know what the worst thing about being 20 is? its that you cant really do anything at all. 18 was fun for at least like the first month.... cuz you get excited that OMG!! i get to go to an 18 and over club legally! woohoo! and 19 and 20... man... talk about empty birthdays. but at least when you turn 19, you know that you are still a teenager, every silly mistake you make ur excuse is "i'm still younr!! still a teen!!" but the day you turn 20... man... talk about depressing! u feel old cuz when pronouncing your age, it no longer ends in "teen". you STILL dont get to drink or buy alcohol legally. you still dont get to gamble (and i mean in vegas, NOT at sycuan or viejas). you dont get to do anything at all. all you can do is sit around, tell your friends who are 21 to have a good time at the bar tonight, and go home and veg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am.... veggine... it's alan tsang's bday (happy birthday!!!!) and a lot of people are in PB, partying it up. and where am i? home. sitting in front of my computer. about to pop open a sherlock holmes book (hey, i like it, dont tease me about it, and its not required reading for my comm class) and even tho i'm not hungry, i want to do is eat. chips, gummy bears, ice cream.... sweet stuff. and i have nothing sweet to eat. so here i am... blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i get to go to nationals. yay!!! and i get to be section 2 representative! wow.. i dunno if its gonna be a big job or not, but i'm just glad i get to go. i think it will be absolutely amazing to be surrounded by all the other brother sof Alpha Phi Omega from around the whole entire country. everyone wearing the same letters. everyone there with the common goal: to make our fraternity even better than it already is. and its in new orleans!! yay! it would be the furthest east ive been in the USA. for now, it would be yellowstone national park in wyoming, but after december is over, it would be new orleans! heehee. hopefully i will remember to bring my camera to capture the experience. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, off to be a nerd to read my sherlock holmes. 99!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-85581759?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/85581759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/85581759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85581759' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-85146207</id><published>2002-11-26T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T20:59:45.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi this is omega again... so many things have happened since the last time i blogged. the only major thing i remember is pledge retreat. to make a long story extra short, it was a lot of fun, and tau class, although they have a lot of quantity, there is still a whole lot of quality. seems like they all are really into their thing, and all can contribut just a little bit more to Alpha Phi Omega to make a a better fraternity and service organization. so go tau!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out to my little, Jeff Chen!! he's the VP of finance for the pledge class! so go support their fundraising monday on library walk in the morning for krispy kreme doughnuts and in the middle of the day for korean BBQ~~~!!! and on wednesday for boba sale! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... what else to blog... i cant believe this quarter is coming to an end. wow... there were so many things i wanted to do but sitll havent done yet. i wanted to put up a whole strand of paper stars all the way around my room... well, i got the stars all folded, the beads, and i strung like a quarter of them...  :P i suppose that is a good enough start. i wanted to make cookies form my mrs fields cookie book, but didnt get to do that. but i did make toffee chip cookies once. i did make pumpkin pie for the omega family dinner. that was yummy. mmm... i love omega family pot lucks. there's always so much food... anyways... just a lot of things i wanted to do but never got around to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next quarter is going to be busier than ever. my duty as old woman for APO is going to kick in since upsilon class will be installed winter quarter. OMG... i hope they dont install with more than 40... then it would make my job a lot easier, diana's job easier, and david's too. i wonder if i can cheat like david and get a little from upsilon class too. heehee. i'll get jeff to get 2 lils and then i can have one too. (: and plus i'll be in the NSU diversity dance team... wow... practices two nights a week, one of which i prolly cant make it to at all. i have no idea how i'm gonna catch up to all the new stuff they learn. and the uniforms are supposed to be all white... my god.. i already have a huge ghetto booty, and with all that white... dang!! talk about in your face!!! anyways, i guess i finally got sucked into NSU... i was always just gonne be the honorary member, but to be on the team, you have to be part of the club. at least dues are 10 bucks for the whole year, and i get a t-shirt. but yeah... it will feel really nice to dance again. i miss it a lot... and i always complain about me needing to go dancing. but since 21 is still really far away, Diversity will be a good release of all that energy and desire to dance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... quarter winding down, thanksgiving in 2 days. cant wait until i go home!! YUM YUM home cooked food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-85146207?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/85146207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/85146207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85146207' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-84463186</id><published>2002-11-13T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T00:41:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is omega... so today was a long APO day. officer meeting at 6:45 which i was almost late to. i got to library lounge at like 6:44. :P then GBM, then pledge meeting. i got to grade the quizzes, that was fun. got to see how everyone did and stuff. hm... then i went to walmart with annie to buy stuff for pledge retreat. and after taht, we made a boba run to tea station. i had to drop her off back at her car in the international center. so i got home first... and there was a car (a big car) parked in annie's spot, which is to the left of my spot. and since the honda civic to the right of me cant park worth shit, as usual, its tires were on the line. so i managed to squeeze in between those two cars, only to realize that i cant get out, not even by crawling out of the passenger door. so i got ultra pissed off, since all i want to do is be able to park in my spot late at night. so i wrote the owner of that car a nice little note that said "please dont park in this space unless you pay $670 a month to live here". heehee. bitchy, yes. but i had to do it. heehee. so i went back out onto the street. bumped into annie and told her about the car and my note. i circle outside, the all the spots were ridiculously far away, so i went back. and by that time, the person had already left, so annie and i got to park. so that was the bitchiest thing i've done in a long long time. kinda proud of myself. usually id just leave and hope it wouldnt happen again. so yeah... that was my story. tune in next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-84463186?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/84463186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/84463186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84463186' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-84385335</id><published>2002-11-11T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T15:03:06.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMEGA!!! hm...what to blog, what to blog??? well, lets see.... thursday night i cooked food for the ronald mcdonald thing. picked up my little sib jeff to drop off our food at annie's. saw these HUGE ass sub sandwiches that other people brought. seems like OMEGAS did a good job bringing stuff in, so good for us!!! had weirdo pics sent to email account about how someone "ate our potatos, YAM YAM". thought that was interesting. then i went to get some boba with jeff after we went to annie's. bumped into becky and yi-fang, which was cool. he got more signatures on his interview sheet. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday... went to class...OMG... i dont remember what i did at all on friday....oh oh!! we went to diana's for an interview party. wow... diana nguyen kicks ass with dessert making. she had like APO cupcakes (i happily and readily hate an alpha cupcake!!!), and chocolate fondu with marshmallows to dip it in, and just wow.... sooo yummy!!! and after that, i went singing with a lot of people. but BLEW ME AWAY was, of course, JB (that's an expected thing to happen cuz his voice just is amazing!!!) and Geroge. OMG~!! wow... he sang the Genuine part of I Need a Girl part 2 and he sang end of the road.... WOW!! wow!! cant describe how good he was. completely surprised me. next time i go karaoke and i know george will be there, i gonna make a sign that says "i love george" and just wave it around as he sings. and after that, steve and i went to randall's and jenny's cuz they were nice enough to offer to feed us. it was YUMMY curry!! stayed out until like 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, steve was nice enough to accompany me to go ALL THE WAY to fullerton to be my driver. i got my eyes dialated, so i couldn't drive afterwards. my optometrist guy went to UCSD, was a marshall student, and his wife went to Esperanza HIgh school. i was like "yeah!!!!". so that was cool. after my exam, my eyesight was totally trippy. like i could see things that were far away, but anything in arms length and in front of that was a total blur. when the time came to go to the cosmic bowling thing, i went to sungod to meet up with everyone else. this is where to "story" starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, as chair, make everyone head down to sunset bowl. i was gonna ride with my lil, jeff. i was parked in that whole row of faculty parking that says "no parking 24/7 withouth proper permit" so i needed to move my car. car was locked (makes sense, cuz ur supposed to). tried to unlock my car by using the remote... doesnt work. i've never had problems with it before, so i was like "huh... strange....." so i thought i manually locked my car before instead of beeping it. so i figured that if i unlocked it manually, then it should be totally okay. plus if the alarm was gonna go off, it would go off as soon as i turned my key, and i can just press the panick button. so i put my key into the key hole... safe. turned the key... car unlocks.... still safe. and by this time, i was like "oh cool! no biggie". so then i start the engine to move my car, and BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!! i was like "oh my god!! WTF?!?! why didnt the alarm go off when i turned the key!?!?!" so first i tried pressing the panic button. once... twice... then i just tried holding it down. didnt work. then jeff suggested that i try to start my car cuz the master key should over ride the "enging off" command when the alarm goes off. doesnt work. so this thing is going off at like 11pm, and the police can hear it all the way from the police station behind price center, so they are heading my way. mean while, lewis pulls up late in his accord (which is the exactly same as mine) and tries to help me out. the three policemen get there, adn they are asking teh three of us "is that your car?!?!" and i was thinking "dude! if it wasnt my car, why would i be just standing there further incriminating myself?" so lewis' car remote battery is the same as mine, so we switched it just in case it was cuz my battery is low, but not really. so yeah... my car is just stuck at sungod, in a no parking 24/7 zone. at least the police made a report telling the other policemen not to ticket my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went bowling, which was totally hectic cuz it was jam packed, and we had to be put on a waiting list. and when we finally got to bowl, we had to squeeze 8 people in each of the 4 lanes we had. since some non-APO people showed up, we had to be mean and put them at the bottom of the priority list to bowl. i felt really bad about that. :(  and once we started, i had to collect money for everyone. so busy busy night. i had fun cheering other people on, and i suck at bowling, so i just kinda goofed around and threw the ball into the gutter all the time. :P heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post bowling, steve, david tat, jeff tien and i went to keithe's to get some grub. i got me some french toast... yummy. and we just chilled and had a nice chat. it was really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept until 1:30 sunday. went to tadashi's with steve, JB, matt, sarah, and a couple of matt's friends from San Jose nad matt's cousin michelle. it was sooo yum! JB and steve managed to order us 2 HUGE platters of sushi... sooo full by the end that none of us wanted to even look at food. after that, i went home, and yes, i took a nap. until 9. hung around the apartment. chatted with annie, went to get boba with my other lil janice (yummy mango green tea with boba form tea station). we came home and janice and i had to chance to sit down and chit chat. and then she went home, annie dropped me off at keith's so i could get something to eat with richard and steve. and then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today... moday. woke up. and steve drove me to sungod so i could try the tips the dealership gave me on how to disarm the stupd car alarm. and guess what?!?! i just beeped it, and it worked!!!!! i was like OMG!!! wow!!! sooo surprised. and now i'm just wondering what in the world happened saturday night. so all is well that ends well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to read my physics book so i know what i'm doing when i meet up with my group later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun sure is extra shiny and bright today. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-84385335?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/84385335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/84385335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84385335' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-84103957</id><published>2002-11-05T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T22:46:52.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww....i'm sorry mega....i only started the other one so i don't have to bombard this one w/ my petty problems. I'll still be dropping by of course. not like alph, who totally left us. You should take a nap...and sleep until the morning...u've been up all night typing that paper! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i decided not to drop a class, so i have to haul ass and study my butt off!! Oh my....gotta get my priorities straight, right?&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/3456212-84103957?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/84103957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/84103957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84103957' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-84061977</id><published>2002-11-05T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T07:10:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. this is omega. hm.... since alph has his own blog. rho has her own blog.... i guess i'm kinda like the only one left. i guess i can claim this as my own now?? or will they actually drop in once in awhil and keep me company?? anyways, i have a paper due 5 and a half hours, and i still have a lot of pages to go. so yeah.... wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-84061977?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/84061977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/84061977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84061977' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83865375</id><published>2002-11-01T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T00:15:47.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi! this is mega!! short blog today. its halloween. and at 3:30 his afternoon, a kid dresed like a skeleton knocks on my door. i did not look out the peep hole or the window to see who it was first. i figured "totally early, i should be safe even tho i have no candy". WRONG!!! i open the door, and he says "trick or treat!!!". i was totally caught off guard. this kid was trick or treating, by himself, at 3:30 in the afternoon. i had NO candy what so ever. i was absolutely stunned. i was like "uhhhh.... sorry ihave no candy. but i do have a nutri-grain bars." he was like "what is that??" and i showed him the box, he said "okay!" and gave him one. man... i could have had that for breakfast tomorrow too. poopers. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83865375?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83865375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83865375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83865375' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83749123</id><published>2002-10-29T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T18:54:07.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its mega again! lots of things have happened since the last time i blogged, but this is what i remember. hm.. i got sick. like just typical cold symptoms. i was getting better, ALMOST over my cold, until sib revealing. i think it was really cold or something, but it got really bad. my cough got a lot worse, to the point where i actually went to the student health center. i waited for 45 minutes, and was with the doctor for no more than 2. i got a prescription for some type of cough medicine. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lets see.... starting last saturday night. cool party at the boy's place. pictures were taken, people had a good time, and it was nice. the best costume by far, or so i thought, was rik and his nerd outfit. he looked sooo cute!! and he even had a pocket protector!!!! and nick and a pretty great male cheerleader outfit too!! and mui and jenny moon... OMG!! sexy sexy girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was sib revealing!!!! yay new OMEGAS~~~~!!!!! My Lil Jeff Chen is really nice to me! I hope he liked the presents that i picked out for him. and the Omega shirt. heehee. DOODE... all the other families were sooo ultra jealous that only the OMEGAS had t-shirts made. heehee. thanks to erin and delena!!! i got to jump rope, and i got to swing!!! OMG... there is the MOST retarded picture of me on cindy's web site. LOL. i cant even describe it. its a pic of me swinging on the swings, and i was in mid "pump" and i had this look of pure joy and total elation. its just funny. heehee. annie laughed sooo hard when she saw it. yeah... family competitions were cool. and i dont know who suggested the idea of us having the GBM and pledge metting right after sib revealing, but hopefully next time it would just be held at the regular time. it was freezing cold, and by the end of everything, everyone just wanted to get their asses out of there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, a bunch of us ended up eating at balboa tofu house. it was annie, rachel, dave kang, lucy, daryl, steve, dave tat, justin, trina, cindy, cz, and me.  i had a nice hot tofu bowl. it was yummy!! it was fun watching cz marvel at how you can get more side dishes for free. heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened much on monday. today is tuesday. got to school at 12. dropped by the ice cream fundraiser. my lil offered to buy me ice cream!! hes so nice to me! but i couldnt cuz i'm sick. and i just hung around until i had class. holocaust discourse was over pretty quickly. went back to the table, chatted with reid for a little bit. and guess what happened?? david tat gives me cough drops!!!! since he's steve's little, i ask him "is this form steve??" cuz i thought steve wanted david to relay it to me. but nope!! he jsut got them for me cuz he noticed that i was coughing at lot at sib revealing!!! that's got to be one of the nicest things anyone can do for me. thanks david!!! it was very sweet and thoughtful of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... it was a pretty yucky feeling day. but you know what made it better?? my curious george lunch box!! i got a compliment from a random stranger that i was very cute. heehee. yay!!! oh! and after the section 2 conference meeting tonight, i get to go watch minority report at the PC theater. for free!! cuz my little is house manager for the night. heehee. hook it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its almost 7, so the meeting should start soon. laters~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83749123?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83749123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83749123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83749123' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83416642</id><published>2002-10-23T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T11:32:38.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three more midterms to go....i don't like this...bleh...it's like finals week...or something like that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83416642?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83416642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83416642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83416642' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83370582</id><published>2002-10-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T14:40:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey this is omega... i guess just by reading the past few blogs, we can all pretty much determine that rho was slightly wired or something. LOL... we've all been there. no biggie. hopefully she does well on her midterm and we can go celebrate with her later. when she's more "normal" and her eyes arent red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... today, after my holocaust discourse class, i wanted to come home and make a few phone calls. i get on the regents lot shuttle, thinking it would jsut be a short ride to the parking lot. but NNNOOOOO. the 311 concert had jsut gotten out, and there were cars and crew and people everywhere. it took more than 10 minutes to drive that stupid half a mile or somehting. and the shuttle was not very well ventilated, so everyone was all hot and all pissed off at the long ride. so yeah... that was that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!! today is my little brothers 18th birthday!!! yay wilson!!! he's a senior at esperanza high school (go aztecs!!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... i called my optometrist finally. but the assistant lady (who is relaly nice and efficient) has to call me back later. so hopefully she will call me soon. and i can order my soft contact lenses (since i just recently switched to them while i was in taiwan) without having to get an eye exam first. running really really low on those disposable things. oh man.. she just called. i have to get a new eye exam. sucky!! oh wells. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywyas, off to school i go. feminist theory class. laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83370582?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83370582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83370582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83370582' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83364399</id><published>2002-10-22T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T12:23:26.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hopefully he'll come back once in a while just to say hi &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83364399?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83364399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83364399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83364399' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83364374</id><published>2002-10-22T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T12:22:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww...sadness, alph left us....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83364374?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83364374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83364374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83364374' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83360767</id><published>2002-10-22T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T10:57:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling delirious!!!!!! booga wooga!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83360767?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83360767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83360767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83360767' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83360757</id><published>2002-10-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T10:57:08.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>obladee, oblada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83360757?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83360757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83360757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83360757' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83360698</id><published>2002-10-22T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T10:55:30.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eyeballs have red lines on them...i wonder if it's the caffeine....oh shoot....3 more hours until my midterm....uh...you have no clue as to how screwed i am. I have to  memorize HELLA shit in the next 3 hrs. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83360698?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83360698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83360698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83360698' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83286058</id><published>2002-10-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T23:49:49.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi its omega agian... what a hectic week it has been!! went to section 4 conference this weekend. long drive up, long drive down. but the conference was really really fun. i learned how to fight off an attacker in all these different ways (but mostly you just punch/kick the groin area). and then i learned this short but sweet hip hop routine. how to massage people (and i got to sit in the cool chair so the guy could massage me!! lunch AND dinner were both provided!! and the best part of all, we had GREAT name tags!!! me, steve, czrena and minh were all quite excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this guy at section 4 that looked totally almost like a carbon copy of rik. but just with a moustache and slighty beaten up.  heehee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was the first meeting post installs for tau class. there are sooo many of them!! oh!!! congrats to jeff tien (go omegas!!!) for receiving the leonardo. he is very very deserving of it. plus the sigma class video rocks!!! and al the new pledge class officers were elected, so congrats to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ming wants me to be a "principle dancer" of the NSU diversity team. omg... how scary... he doenst even know who is trying out yet and hasnt seen ALL the TALENT that's gonna show up. i hope he doesnt regret doing that. i'm like the dorkiest dancer in the whole entire world. all i can do is the cabbage patch, kinda. marc said i do it worng. oh wells. i'm not even sure if i have time for it. he wants me to help him judge the tryouts, and i have major papers to write and stuff. i guess we'll see what happens. i always procrastinate til the last minute anyways. plus dancing would offer me a great way to escape the stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone got their lil assignments today. hopefully nothing is weird or anything like that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, didnt eat all day, very hungry, and there's a j bo's sandwich staring at me and calling out my name. so off i go!!!&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/3456212-83286058?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83286058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83286058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83286058' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-83079356</id><published>2002-10-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T13:35:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno if helen blogged...it didn't show up....hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-83079356?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83079356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/83079356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83079356' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-82955204</id><published>2002-10-14T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T00:44:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone! this is mega omega!! anyways, sorry for not blogging for so long. i sitl dont have internet connectoin from my computer yet because i am extremely forgetful and lazy, and i never remember to buy mysel an ethernet cable. anyways, TAU class installed today! congrats to them!! i cannot believe there are 65 pledges!!!! dang! that has been teh largest pledge class ever!! i hope all of them are dedicated and wills tay in the fraternity for a long time. no drop outs, no MIAs, nothing. diana has a huge huge job set out for her, and i KNOW that she will be fantastic at it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-82955204?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/82955204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/82955204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82955204' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-82626563</id><published>2002-10-06T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T23:55:40.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh...i hate being moody. I've just been incredibly tired lately. I'm not getting any younger...so i gotta stop running w/ the young crowd. I should be staying home every night, reading a book, or watching tv, not going out and hanging out. I can no longer hang out. No matter how tempted it is. I'm going to lead a miserable life from now on. two more years and it'll be over. i just gotta do what i gotta do. schoolwork...and plan sectionals. that'll be it. Study and sectionals from now until april. i'm gonna try to be a loner, so i won't get distracted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...just feeling blehy. all icky and stuff. ya know how it goes...up and down..mood swings...bleh&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/3456212-82626563?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/82626563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/82626563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82626563' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-82530801</id><published>2002-10-04T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T13:32:17.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found out some GREAT news...i am soooooo happy, in fact, i am ECSTATIC!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i am sooooooo happy.....sooooo relieved....yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why?? ask me!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!! if you see me, i'll be happy :)&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/3456212-82530801?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/82530801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/82530801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82530801' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-82065209</id><published>2002-09-24T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T15:50:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday!!...school starts on THursday!!!!!! yikes....already?? More work for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everything and everyone's settled in. good good&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/3456212-82065209?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/82065209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/82065209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82065209' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81875729</id><published>2002-09-20T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T08:56:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sooooo tired......i've been up since 5:30AM cuz my friend dragged me to her school today...oh my gosh what a dork....so i'm just here...sitting around..doing nothing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81875729?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81875729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81875729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81875729' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81854936</id><published>2002-09-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T20:50:56.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, this is mega. i'm going back down to San Diego tomorrow to settle into my new apartment. i cant wail until school starts again cuz ive done nothing but sit on my fat ass all summer. time to start doing something more productive than just eating and shopping. speaking of that, that camel colored pea coat from the gap, is now on sale for 40 dollars at gap.com!! so i am ultra excited. yay! and if you buy more than 100 dollars, you can get shipping for free. but there is no way i have that much money to spent, especially since school is starting, and i need to buy books and my parking pass. so yeah... i know a lot of people are gonna be in the bay area this coming week, so i hope all of you have lots of fun! i would personally absolutely LOVE to be there myself, but my stuff has been in boxes in my apartment for the past 2 months, and i need to get all organized before school starts. so have extra fun for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81854936?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81854936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81854936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81854936' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81703187</id><published>2002-09-16T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T19:39:31.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, i'm back in the bay area....it seems like such a far place from san diego...it doens't really feel like home sometimes...i dunno. Anywho, flew in friday night...plane was delayed by like half an hour...got to San Jose airport around 10:30pm. Lorraine and Chuder came to pick me up. thanks guys! :)  The next day...saturday...got up at around 8:30....the guys came and picked me up and we went to Great America...it was my first time there...yes i know, i live in the bay area and i've never been to GA...whatevers...i'm not that big on theme parks. We went on Top Gun...then the water ride thingy...dude....i got SOAKED!!!...like seriously...completely wet ALL OVER...it felt sooooo gross...my shirt and jeans were like sticking to me....yuck!!  dude...after lunch..we went on Stealth...oh man...after that ride, i was about to hurl!! like seriously...my lunch was gonna come up....i'm not a big fan of roller coasters.....i'm such a dork, i get sick too easily...but i'm a good sport about it...they wanted to go on, so we went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...sunday....my parents and i went to ABC to get dimsum in the morning...and then we headed over to fremont and union city cuz they wanted to look at these new houses. They're thinking about moving since my dad's company is moving over to fremont next year. This way, they can save gas money and whatnot and just walk/bike to work. The houses were pretty nice...the one i liked had 5 bedrooms, which is way too many rooms for just the three of us, plus i don't live at home anymore...so it'd only be the two of them. I don't really wanna move across the bay. I like the peninsula just fine. We're close to the airport, everyone's over here. I hope they decide against it. I don't like it there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81703187?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81703187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81703187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81703187' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81602036</id><published>2002-09-14T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T11:45:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, now that i have time, i can address the issues that i put up previously. but before that, i must tell you about the dream thati had last night. it was the most random dream in the world. it began with me making a lunch get together with this chick named amanda. and the night before it was supposed to happen, i was trying to clean up my room a little bit. and i had a roomate, and we both bad bunk beds, but for some reason, nobody slept on our bottom bunks. both of us slept on top. and she wasnt even there that night, it was her brother. so yeah.... we went to bed cuz there was a required "lights out" time, and when i woke up, i had more cleaning to do, so i called amanda and told her id be late. and when i finally got done and went outside. it was a beautiful day, no clouds in the sky, just brilliant sunshine and clear blue sky. i met amanda, and she was sitting next to steve cuz they knew each other. and then i didnt even have lunch with her. i just said hi, and then they both had to leave. and then i had to change into this semi formal dress cuz i had to go shopping at this up scale-ish place with, get this, of all people, noah wyle (he plays Dr. John Carter on ER). and he was with his colleague. and we went shopping. and then his colleague started to get really annoying, and we tried running away from her. we went down the "up" escalator, and ran around from saks fifth to neiman marcus. and then we somehow got to a park, and decided to climb up to the very top and go across the rope bridge thingy. and this rope bridge thingy was decorated with just TONS of lillies (my fave flower), and as noah and i were making our way across this thing, he said "OMG... this is it! today is the day!!" and i was like "what are you talking about??" and then he turns to me and just says "marry me!!" and i was like "what!?!??!?!" and that was the end of my dream. i didnt even get to say yes or no or see the ring. if he did have a ring. so yeah... thats all about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.... my parents are so cute. yesterday, after we had lunch, we had taiwanese style crushed ice, where you can put like boba and red bean and stuff in it. those of you who have had it know exactly what i'm taking about. anyways, my mom LOVES the big red beans. my dad got one with them, and my mom kept fishing for them from his bowl. after awhile, my dad just gave my mom all of them, and fished them out for her. i just thought it was really cute... cuz i know he really likes them too. so yeah. okay... that just sounded totally dorky now. but i bet not as weird and stupid as my noah wyle dream. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see... right... the tiny size of the airplane bathrooms. yeah... i can barely squeeze myself in there, and i wonder how the 6'3 big white guys do it. and i can barely fit my hands under the tiny tiny sink, and i have small hands. so yeah... how do those tall people do it? and even more amazing is how do people manage to become a member of the mile high club in there? like i swear... it is IMPOSSIBLE to fit more than one person in those bathrooms.... unless like the first class bathroom is more spacious or something. well, i wouldnt know cuz ive never been in first class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered that last thing... it was supposed to be how old i feel. on monday, i went to my old high school to drop off lunch for my brothers. i thought theyd appreciate a little bit of non cafeteria food. and i just stroll in there (even tho its supposed to be a closed campus to visitors over 18) and i walk around the lunch areas looking for them. and OMG... i feel soooo soooo old. there they are, these teenagers who dress like they are 25 (like the freshman girls who wear stuff like britney spears) and put on their make up at the lunch table and giggle as a cute guy walks by. i dunno... it just suddenly hit me how much ive grown since ive been in high school. i had the time of my life in high school. loved every moment of it. but i came to realize that it was a great chapter in my life, and college is the chapter that i'm still writing for myself now. my first year at SD, i totally hung on to my high school memories, and hoped that everything in college would be like high school. but now, high shcool will just forever be a sweet sweet memory for me. sure i was a total nerd, but i still had my fun times. and i'm still a nerd now. but just... different. more mature, i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... time to be chauffer again. gotta pick up my brother. laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81602036?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81602036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81602036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81602036' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81578708</id><published>2002-09-13T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T19:03:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey this is helen. things i am gonig to blog about later before i forget agian 1) how my parents are totally cute and do tiny little things that show each other how they feel. 2) how small the airplane bathrooms are cuz i forgot to blog about that as soon as i got back :P there was something else... but i cant remember. figures... anyways, i will blog later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81578708?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81578708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81578708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81578708' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81495450</id><published>2002-09-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T23:12:21.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone! this is mega again. just checking in to say hi to everyone. well, for the past few days i havent done too much. just basically window shopping... okay... A LOT of window shopping. i went to the brea mall, and i set that day as my designated "window shopping" day. and i saw the nicest camel colored gap double breasted jacket from the gap. i would have gotten it, but since it was only supposed to be a day for window shopping, i had to behave and be good. but u  know that i will be back for it!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, got to hang out with wes, jules, and chuck. all we did was go to the block and eat at jonny rockets. as usual, we put in our nickels at the juke box, and of course, they songs didnt play while we were there. i had a chicken sandwich that decided to pee on me (ask me later), and a great oreo cookie shake. YUM!! and fries and onion rings too! good old american food. two months without it.  and then chucky and i listened to a great discussion between wes and juki about the movie signs, on how great it was, and how totally horrible it was. i have yet to see the movie, but i will. and i guess i will decide for myself. (: and then after dinner, we went back to the car, and sat there for about 15 minutes just chatting. and then we decided to be old fogies and just go home cuz we were all kinda tired and julie was sick. so i was home before 9. how sad.... i am so old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... home has been good. the dogs look great! well, tasha is really getting old too. she moves slower, reaction time is longer, her breathing seems heavier, she cant walk that far.... just definate signs of aging. i hope she lives a long long time... but not if she's suffering. i love her so much... she's my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo tired right now... i swear i am getting old... either that, or i havent completely adjusted to the whole jet lag thing yet. but 11:15 now, and ive been improving. ive gone to bed by 10 since ive been back and woke up before 8. so hopefully in no time i will be back to my usual sleeping schedule. but maybe this one is better, since school is starting and all. i cant wait... i am tired of sitting on my big fat ass and doing nothing. i need something to keep me busy and keep me non-lazy. heehee. and school and APO will definately do it. i cant wait to see everyone at school!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81495450?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81495450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81495450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81495450' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81293559</id><published>2002-09-07T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T16:30:30.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is mega omega reporting from the united states of america!! woohoo!! i am back in  good old california. the typhoon decided to be nice o me and slow down so my flight could take off. and no, for those of you who have asked, i did not get blown away or sucked into the typhoon. so yeah... i'm safe. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81293559?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81293559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81293559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81293559' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81256510</id><published>2002-09-06T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T16:20:13.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup yup, yes indeedy...we are running a YMCA....our place is full...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does biggwould rock?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81256510?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81256510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81256510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81256510' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81228729</id><published>2002-09-06T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T01:55:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!! this is mega omega reporting form taiwan for the very last time... hopefully. typhoon still supposed to hit hardest tonight. and my flight is planned to take off tonight. but i still have to be at the airport by 8pm. so hopefully i wont be waiting too long. :P so yeah... i'm going home. yay!!! cant wait to see everyone in OC and back in SD. hopefully i will be able to land in LAX safely and on time. see you all soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81228729?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81228729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81228729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81228729' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81228725</id><published>2002-09-06T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T01:55:10.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!! this is mega omega reporting form taiwan for the very last time... hopefully. typhoon still supposed to hit hardest tonight. and my flight is planned to take off tonight. but i still have to be at the airport by 8pm. so hopefully i wont be waiting too long. :P so yeah... i'm going home. yay!!! cant wait to see everyone in OC and back in SD. hopefully i will be able to land in LAX safely and on time. see you all soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81228725?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81228725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81228725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81228725' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81177255</id><published>2002-09-04T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T22:58:46.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so its mega again... i'm just basically waiting to hear news and updates about the typhoon. i am just totally hoping that the weather is okay enough for my plane to take off so i can get home as planned. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so HEY!!!! guess what? rho and i are running a temporary YMCA-ish kinda thing at our place. right annie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and biggwould ROCKS!!! (: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81177255?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81177255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81177255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81177255' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81152294</id><published>2002-09-04T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T12:31:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup yup, i got sick...it was sooo random too. I woke up saturday morning....drove my friend to the airport..came home and just felt soooo unbelievably gross. I felt sore all over...you know the kinda sore you feel when you're sick...well, yeah, it was kinda like that. Well, i just like fell down on the couch and slept the rest of the day. I was getting like hot and cold flashes.......i hated it...it was weird...how the hell did i get sick??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just from the previous week...maybe i exerted myself too much...i dunno...oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81152294?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81152294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81152294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81152294' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81145311</id><published>2002-09-04T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T09:33:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rho got sick and it wasnt mono? what? who said that it was mono in the first place? i am sooo out of the loop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is omega...  so i'm supposed to leave 11pm friday night...  but guess what? there's a typhoon coming in. for those who dont know, a typhoon is like a hurricane. anyways, if the weather gets bad, no flights will be allowed to depart or arrive from the airport. the shuttle that i'm supposed to be taking there might not even be runnin in the first place... nobody is goona drive in that crazy weather. man... i hope i dont end up going to the airprot and just getting stuck there... at least the food places inside would be still open. and if i bring a good book, i should be all set. plus, i can shop in the duty free store! but yeah... cross your fingers and hope that the weather is okay enough for me to fly back to LA. ive been waiting for a long long time to go home. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81145311?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81145311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81145311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81145311' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81105452</id><published>2002-09-03T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T13:29:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh....labor day weekend was sucky...i got sick...and it wasn't MONO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81105452?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81105452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81105452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81105452' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-81105309</id><published>2002-09-03T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T13:26:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last week of school! woohoo!! Final's on friday...8AM!!! bleh...but after that...it's YAY!!! just work though...and then on the 13th, i'm going home!! finally, after a summer of torture, i get to go home!! yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-81105309?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81105309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/81105309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81105309' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80908082</id><published>2002-08-30T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T00:22:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>midori sour?!?!? no fair! ive had like zippo alcohol here in taiwan!! well, i had a heiniken on my bday, and a corona when we celebrated my cousin's gf's bday  in i-lan. LOL... and supposedly i'm gonna have my bday really really celebrated when i get back.... hm... considering that i am a total feather weight to begin with, and that i haven't had alcohol for the past two months, it wouldn't be too hard to make me "happy". heehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... this will be one of my last blogs from here in taiwan. i only have one more week here. my flight leaves taipei at 10:55 pm friday september 7th, and i into LAX at 9pm friday september 7th. pretty cool huh? like time was in rewind mode while i'm on the flight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've packed one suitcase.... it's pretty much as stuffed as it can get. i'm allowed 2 suitcaess, and 32 kilos each case. and my first one is right under the weight limit. i have another empty case, but i also have a ton of stuff in my room to thrwo in there. poor poor poor rho... she's gonna have to live with extremely fobby decorations like tare panda and doraemon. most of the fobby stuff will go into my room, but still... poor poor annie. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what to say about taiwan... sure ive been nored out of my mind for the most part, but ive had good days too. my cousin and his friends who volunteer their time to take me out.... thank goodness for them. cuz then id be literally sitting in front of this computer or the television and can recite every line to every commercial or something. :P i know for sure that i can never get enough of the good yummy food here. MMMMMMMMM..... DELICIOUS!!! i cant even explain how scrumptious it is. those of you who have been here knows. (: and how cheap the food is too... i swear, every time i get boba in the states, now, i'm going to shed a tear and hear my wallet scream out in pain. and the mango shaved ice..... OMG... i hope there is something comprable to that in the states... or else id just absolutely DIE from the cravings. :P but all in all, it was good seeing all of my relatives, i had a cool time, and hopefully the next time i come back i'll be able to bring some friends with me so we can go explore together!! ::hint hint::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally excited to be going home soon. i cant wait to have a mango a go go from jamba juice... i swear, if there was a jamba juice at LAX, i would run there after i go thorugh customs and get my luggage. and if not, i'm gonna go to the nearest jamba juice to my house as soon as i get home. and if they are closed, its the first thing i'm getting the next morning. (: my goodness, no wonder i'm so chubby.... i've gained 8 pounds while i've been here. and as usual, all of my fat goes to my tummy. i've lost all of my curvature to that 360 degrees of chub around me. damnit!!! time to run and swim and do crunches when i get home too. right... need to be raging waters ready, right jules?!?!? what else do i have to do when i get home besides see all mly high school friends, family, and play with my dogs?? hm.... we'll see. and when i get into SD, i get to go on boba runs with rho!!! yay!! cant wait!! and we can go to ikea and get stuff.... i need a new desk, hangers (lots of them), glass containers for sugars, dishes, a night stand, and i really WANT a dressor. we'll see how nice my dad wants to be when i get back. (: maybe he'll be really really nice cuz he missed me lots and gimme enough money to get that dressor. (:    :cross fingers::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.... going back to the good old USA soon. hip hip, horray!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80908082?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80908082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80908082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80908082' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80816352</id><published>2002-08-28T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T01:46:43.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one and a half more weeks of school left...it all went by sooo fast....i only have one and a half weeks to decide my major and declare it...*sigh* what to do, what to do? should i just join the chem dept?? or try to stay in bio???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80816352?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80816352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80816352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80816352' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80815589</id><published>2002-08-28T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T01:00:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>midori sour.....mmmm...mm....good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80815589?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80815589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80815589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80815589' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80815544</id><published>2002-08-28T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T00:58:08.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booga booga booga.....what are yooooouuu doing??   who does that remind you of??? Lance Bass!! hhehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80815544?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80815544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80815544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80815544' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80684044</id><published>2002-08-25T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T01:59:46.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh rho...  trusting someone too easily is not a fault. i do that to, and sure, you get your ass burned once in awhile, but i think it's worth it. i think it's a lot better than people who close themselves off to others and are very un-trusting. i mean, sure, its a way to protect themselves from getting hurt, but i think in the long run they just miss out on a lot of cool new people and great experiences of life. dont you think?? and i dont think a "perfect" friend exists. cuz nobody is perfect. sure, they can be there for you most of the time, but other priorities step in once in awhile. an important paper, an exam, a job interview, family, etc. i would love to be a perfect friend, but i cant be. and its a fact that i have to live with, and i'm okay with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the other hand, i think i have friends that can come as close to perfect as can be. i totally feel extra completely totally loved today. and those people would be juki, wesley, and chucky. juki told me that i am pretty, and that i'm sooo lucky, and that she misses me soooo soooo much. and chuck, after finding out that i am sick (sucks to be me!), went me internet flowers to make me feel better soon. and wes, he just cracks me up with his jokes when i need it. thanks guys. even tho i'm half a world away, u still make me feel like the most special person in the world. i love you!! i know we are always gonna be parts of the same pie for the longest time possible. we just have to figure out what kinda pie we want to be. pumpkin? strawberry? apple? blueberry? we'll have some pie at marie callendars right when i get back and figure it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshine... why is it cold? :( it shouldn't be. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80684044?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80684044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80684044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80684044' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80651748</id><published>2002-08-24T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T04:38:49.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously dude, everyone's a hypocrite. I mean, they can do something to you but get all offended if you do the same thing to them. So if you both do it, then you should be even, no more frustration, whatever...i don't know why i care so much about how others are feeling....i dunno...just drop it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling all icky...just got back from the beach. Lips was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong w/ me sometimes...i wrote drunken poetry today...i don't think it's any good though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I'll be in 5 years.....what will i be doing? school? work? oh me oh my.....i think i need to re-evaluate my life or something....or i should just go home and forget about San Diego...i can't wait until i get out of this hell hole....don't get me wrong, sometimes it's hella fun...but seriously, it always seems like you don't know who you're true friends are. I hate acting fake to people or having people act fake towards me. I mean, i always try to not make people feel uncomfy or something, ya know? Like, I'll just put a smile on and everything's alright....it's not like that at home. Like, if someone asks me what was wrong, i would just tell them...but here, it's so much more complicated...people just don't get me sometimes. I'll just be a hermit and have like one or two friends in the entire world. I shouldn't trust people so easily....i guess that's one of my "faults." I'm sure i have much more faults than that...but dude....what am i? Not perfect that is. I probably have issues just like everyone else. I mean, i think people in life are searching for a perfect friend, but sometimes, the perfect friend is not one that is there all the time, one that's with you 24/7. I mean, there not w/ you in person, but you know you can always call on them. If you can call them at 3:30 in the morning and they'll pick up just to talk, then they're there for you 24/7, if not in person, then in spirit. They'll always listen to you, let you tell your side, and then not just agree w/ you, but try to get the entire picture and try to get you to see the entire picture. I really miss that....&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/3456212-80651748?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80651748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80651748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80651748' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80558619</id><published>2002-08-21T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T23:56:42.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... this is mega again. in the past 3 hours, i have logged online like 5 or 6 times. why? cuz i am still stuck at home! i'm so totally honestly going to just go insane and break down in tears soon... i feel so  much like uck. uck is like.... below scum of the earth kinda feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a hiar cut yesterday. thought it would make me feel better. you know, a little change adds a little spice to my life. it did make me feel better, but only for a little bit. first, the hair wash girl gave me a scalp and shoulder massage. i told her to stop after ths scalp thing cuz i am way ticklish, and it owuld be pointless to give me a shoulder massage cuz i'd just be rolling on the floor laughing al lover the place. and then they wash your hair in the chair. and more scalp massaging is involved. and then then they rinse our your hair at the sinks, and the chair that you lay down in is a massage chair. i really needed that cuz i've been having the most terrible time sleep... lots of tossing and turning and staying awake for a long long time. and of course, lots of sore back muscles cuz of it. anyways, then this guy comes and cute my hair. i later found out that he was the manager. :P he gave me what rho and i call the "bitch" haircut. lemme explain the origins of that first. for sigma class installation, i had my hair parted to the right, and my right eye was constantly covered by my hair. and i totally look like the biggest spoiled brat bitch when i have that and my make up on. and rho did have this feeling that i was bitchy. so yeah... i have hair covering over my right eye again... and pretty much all the time unless i tie it back. so i'm going to call this new hair cut the bitch cut. yeah... and then i got this mint scalp treatment... it made my scalp feel all tingly and everything. it was nice. and after that, i got a deep conditioning treatment for my hair. so it's not all dray and yucky anymore. so that was my exciting day and highlight of the week. getting the bitch cut. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.... lets see... what to do now... well, the goal for now is to somehow get permission to stay out late friday night. which is tomorrow. part 1 of marc's bday celebration. KTV, then clubbing. the KTV part would be cool, cuz that would be pre midnight. but the clubbing part, the part that i want to go to soooooooo badly, not so easy. my grandparents think that all taiwanese clubs are owned by gansters, and everyone who goes there drops E, the girls get groped and raped, etc. so yeah.... anyone got any ideas on how i can persuade them to let me out for one night? let me know really really soon. id really appreciate it. thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... someone please plase come save me... i'm going insane. all i do all day is sit in the same room. it has a computer and a TV. i spend all day either in this chair in front of the computer, or is sit in the other chair or on the bed watching TV. i have nothing else to do. so come save me.... i'm going insane from the boredom.... please......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshine... where are you?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80558619?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80558619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80558619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80558619' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80552929</id><published>2002-08-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T20:56:30.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mega is booooooorrrrreeeeedddd to death. i've only gone out once this whole week. other than that, i sot at home all day. why dont i just walk around the city and venture out into the world? because it's 37 degrees celsius ( i have no idea how many degrees F that is, u do the math) and like three million percent humidity. only a crazy person or a person who can really really really take heat and sweating would ever want to voluntarily walk in that weather. so my highlights of the day? watching Slam Dunk, a japanese cartoon about one high school's attempt to be the number one team in Japan. and of course, ER, which has back to back episodes every weekday. pretty damn exciting huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only fun that ive been really really looking forward to is celebrating marc's bday with him and his friends. but i can't. cuz it involves staying out really late, alcohol, and it might even happen on saturday, the day of my little cousin's bday. and i can  just forget about going out that day at all. cuz it's a family thing. dinner, cake, presents, and everything. so yeah... hopefully, due to some miracle, everything will just fall into place, and i will be able to see marc in his neato pants. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason, i feel nauseated. just... i dunno... my head feels like it's hanging by a thread to stay on my neck. just.... not doing too good lately... extreme home sick, i feel sick, and i'm bored, and i'm actually quite hungry. i dont even remember if i've had breakfast this morning or not... so i'm really considering going home early. dont know if i should mention it... cuz it;s only just like 2 more weeks... i  might as well stick it out. can still do some shopping or something. and i still have to go ou twith my older cousin and his friends for dinner before i leave. so yeah... i guess i will try and stick it out.. not too long. unless this whole nauseated feeling doesn't go away... then i just might die from this instead of boredom.&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/3456212-80552929?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80552929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80552929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80552929' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80482457</id><published>2002-08-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T10:22:27.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO for Ray!!! USC pharmacy school WATCH OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80482457?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80482457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80482457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80482457' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80467993</id><published>2002-08-20T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T01:57:34.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boba has gone to hamster heaven to join cruton and cruton II. may they be best of friends and have fun forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, cruton II was my brothers guinea pig. same coloring as cruotn. also died a tragic death. not cuz tasha bit her. accident. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80467993?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80467993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80467993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80467993' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80460189</id><published>2002-08-19T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T21:04:27.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad sad sad day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new hamster....i've only had her for about 3 weeks...passed away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was soo shocked....i'm such a bad parent...oh my gosh, i could never have kids...i'd kill them or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really liked boba....she was the sweetest thing...she's play with you...NOT bite you...and runs in her little wheel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff sniff...i'm sad.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80460189?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80460189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80460189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80460189' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80419875</id><published>2002-08-19T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T00:19:54.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder who reads this shit...why do we do this? to vent? yeah...probably.....it's nice to do that sometimes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80419875?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80419875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80419875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80419875' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80419819</id><published>2002-08-19T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T00:17:47.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh!!!!!!! sometimes you just feel like screaming!! or punching a hole into the wall....stupid anger...soooo annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about it though...the more i think about it, the more i brew on it, the angryer i get and that's not good for my health...but seriously!!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna scream soooo bad...like screaming into a pillow or something!!!!!! no, no pillow...just scream as loud as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like I have to do everything!!! i dont' wanna do that!! i wanna be lazy!!!! I don't wanna work, i dont' wanna go to school....i just wanna.....i dunno......i mean...who's the only child here? me me me me....come on now....i just want things to be taken care of....someone to clean my room for me...someone to do the dishes, someone to clean up the apartment, someone to take out the trash.....so basically...i want my mommy....i don't care...i'm not grown up...i hate being grown up....i wanna be a kid again....simple as that....how old am I?? i'm twenty but i'd rather be two....and throw tantrums!! urgh!!!!!!! *stomping feet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that I will stand up for you &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you are going through &lt;br /&gt;I'm still on your side &lt;br /&gt;Any time day or night &lt;br /&gt;Don't care if it's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;I'm still on your side &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/3456212-80419819?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80419819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80419819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80419819' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80417276</id><published>2002-08-18T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T22:38:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is mega omega. still in taiwan. basically, i've done all the things that i want to do here. all except for one. take those really pretty pictures. we went to a few places to check it out, and the 6000 NT that my grandma was gonna give me is not anywhere close eto enough. well, at least for the place that we like the best. it costs 16600 NT to get a nice set done. so no pics for me. grandma is right anyways.... what am i gonna do with them? store it along wiht the rest of my picture albums, and what? it's just gonna sit and colelct dust. and i'll take a look at them once in awhile, and look at how pretty i am. but its not "real" pretty. it's pretty after 2 horus and hair and make up and lots of lighting. so yeah... no pretty pics for me. on the other hand, i have an extra 6000 NT to spend. i haven't bout a singe hand bag.... very very unlike me. or a single pair of dress shoes. so i am on the hunt for both... heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am incredibly home sick right now. i miss the mango a go gos, the in n out fries, the dry climate, the cool ocean breeze, the english, everything. but i miss my friends the most... i cant wait until i get home. i miss you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of going home early. like the end of august. like august 28th or something. but thats only a week earlier. and i might as well stick around for that week and do some extra eating and extra shopping. so i guess we'll see about that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80417276?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80417276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80417276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80417276' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80387013</id><published>2002-08-18T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T04:04:05.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont' know what's wrong with me...my hands feel numb...like they're falling asleep...kinda like how your legs fall asleep...but i didn't do anything to make it like that....i don't think it's the alcohol...or is it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80387013?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80387013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80387013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80387013' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80387004</id><published>2002-08-18T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T04:03:17.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mcfly.....marty mcfly...back to the future...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BabyTritonGirl (8:26:45 PM): whoa!&lt;br /&gt;BabyTritonGirl (8:26:49 PM): i just looked at y our profile&lt;br /&gt;BabyTritonGirl (8:26:59 PM): and it said you have been idle for 69 minutes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mega and her 69's...hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80387004?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80387004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80387004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80387004' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80353498</id><published>2002-08-17T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T02:09:11.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is mega... what's a mcfly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in taiwan. i want to be in SD. i am here to make life interesting. it is a good reason to stay. life can be totally different if i was pesemistic. that would not be better. i should be wiht someone who respects me. my friends are the ones who add spice and meaning to my life. i am special, because everyone is unique in their own way. i would try to do all that i can if i could accomplish, unless it was something really really bad. always try... cuz if you dont, ud always be left wondering "what if". i hope i make a differnce for someone, at least one person. of course i want to. i would rather be murdered. um... dont understand the meaning of trid by 12 or carried by six, so not answering. i dont know about bros before hos, but usually friends before dicks. i dont have that many female friends. :P everyone wants attention. if not from everyone, at least from one person. and yes, i think we all need attention. happiness, laughter, friends, family, and a dog. very important in life. yes, i am quite happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80353498?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80353498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80353498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80353498' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80310948</id><published>2002-08-16T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T00:50:06.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously don't know what is wrong with me sometimes.....i mean like, hello? mcfly?? seriously....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80310948?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80310948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80310948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80310948' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80310530</id><published>2002-08-16T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T00:29:41.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tried by 12 or carried by 6?    what does that mean!??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80310530?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80310530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80310530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80310530' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80309328</id><published>2002-08-15T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T23:38:32.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just saw the CUTEST commercial....&lt;br /&gt;it's w/ this little boy, talking about a air freshner, that like sprays a little bit of stuff out to make the room smell good. He's like in the bathroom talking about it and then he was like, "how does something so little make such a big smell?"&lt;br /&gt;His mom comes in and says,"you tell me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!!!!!!!!! isn't that just the most cutest commercial?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, back to studying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80309328?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80309328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80309328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80309328' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80270666</id><published>2002-08-15T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T04:07:01.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you ever wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you are? where do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;why your here? is it a good reason to stay?&lt;br /&gt;how life could be different? could it be better?&lt;br /&gt;who you should be with? who your friends are?&lt;br /&gt;if your special? why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;what you would do if you knew you could accomplish anything? why not try?&lt;br /&gt;if you make a difference? do you want to?&lt;br /&gt;would you rather be murdered or the murderer? tried by 12 or carried by 6?&lt;br /&gt;bros before hoes? chicks before dicks?&lt;br /&gt;do you want attention? do you NEED attention?&lt;br /&gt;whats important in life? are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you take a long walk and think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80270666?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80270666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80270666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80270666' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80266636</id><published>2002-08-15T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T00:12:24.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there! well, i had to blog the following because i thought they were the most halarious infomercials i had ever seen in my life. so you know how in the states, late at night, when you can't sleep and you turn on the TV, there is nothing on but infomercials. well, it seems like its the same thing here. i've been having problems sleeping for the past week or so, and i've been wating infomercials. sure, there are these normal ones with you know, vaccum cleaners, cook wear, etc. and then there are ones that i have never ever seen or expect to be made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first, okay, well they have these in the states too. boob enlargers. but in the states, its like bloussant or something. and its like increase one cup size or two. but this is like ridiculous. there's this product. you just take this one electronic pad thing, and stuff it into the bottom of your bra cup. and it's supposed to slightly vibrate as you sleep, and massage the breast or something. and it's just supposed to get bigger. and like a lot a lot bigger. there was this girl who was 30 inches around the bust, and after using the product... OMG!!! her bust is now 36 inches!!! just absolutely ridiculous products. i swear.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are all these "miracle" weight loss products. this is taiwan. and like i've said in my blogs before, girls here dont eat. they are extremely skinny, nothing but skin and bones. and there's this one miracle cream. you jsut put it on, and it's supposed to make you get rid of your fat. like you put it on your tummy, your butt, inner thighs, etc. all your "problems areas". and the two girls that they got to do the infomercial both lost 20 kilograms (i have no idea how many pounds that is. prolly somewhere between 30 and 40) in less than two months. is that even possible? and they said no cut back on food or exercise. dang... if that stuff really works, i can buy like cases and cases of it, and sell that stuff to the american public and make millions in profits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get this last one. it's this powder you mix with water. and 10 minutes before you ahve sex, you spray yourself down there, and voila!! u are supposed to be as tight down there as when you were in your teens, even if you are a mother of 4. and it's supposed to have this safety shield protective layer to protect you from other "unclean stuff". they even had a hooker (like with her voice changed and her face blurred) saying that it was the best product, her clients pay more, and now all the girls she works with are using the product and have the same great results. dang... the products they sell on taiwanese infomercials. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80266636?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80266636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80266636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80266636' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80216708</id><published>2002-08-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T21:17:20.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80216708?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80216708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80216708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80216708' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80210786</id><published>2002-08-13T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T18:39:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehehe...i took the test too....&lt;br /&gt;Damn, J-Lo! You are...&lt;br /&gt;78%  dateable! Attractive and confident, witty and charming, a healthy ambrosia-based diet... you're wanted in the 48 contiguous states, you slayer. Call me. Seduce me. Make me a man (or woman.) Not only do you know how to turn a guy's (or girl's) engines on, but you also know how to oil, lube and rotate it. You put the "elation" back into "relationship," and the "night" back into "one-night stand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people more dateable than you (19%)  &lt;br /&gt; people just as dateable as you (3%)  &lt;br /&gt; people less dateable than you (76%) &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/3456212-80210786?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80210786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80210786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80210786' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80200353</id><published>2002-08-13T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T13:37:37.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the spark.com and guess what...Damn, Rico! You are...82% dateable! Attractive and confident, witty and charming, a healthy ambrosia-based diet... you're wanted in the 48 contiguous states, you slayer. Call me. Seduce me. Make me a woman (or man.) Not only do you know how to turn a girl's (or guy's) engines on, but you also know how to oil, lube and rotate it. You put the "elation" back into "relationship," and the "night" back into "one-night stand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people more dateable than you (7%)  &lt;br /&gt;people just as dateable as you (2%)  &lt;br /&gt;people less dateable than you (89%)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you guys just have to guess who this is...&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/3456212-80200353?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80200353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80200353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80200353' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80177700</id><published>2002-08-13T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T01:56:48.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found out today that out pet hamster, cruton, passed away a couple of days ago. died a tragic death. bit by the family dog. :( this is what happened. the hamster, a class pet from my youngest brother winston's bio class, was taken home by him for the summer. we knew that our dogs, tasha, candy, and pom pom posed a very big threat to cruton's survival, especially tasha, the dog bred for hunting small animals. :P we were all very good about keeping cruton and the dogs away from each other, but deep inside, all of us knew that this was gonna happen sooner or later. apparently, thd dogs were kept outside when my brothers let cruton run around the house. my mom didn't know that cruton was out of her cage, came in from the back yard, and did not close the sliding glass door. winston, upstairs watching TV, heard mom scream like heck.. he got downstairs, and it was too late. apparently, tasha had found poor cruton. there wasn't much blood, and cruton died a quick death. she is now in hamster heaven. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80177700?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80177700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80177700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80177700' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80131027</id><published>2002-08-12T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T02:10:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh? rho got drunk? when? dang.... you are definately out of the loop when you are half a world away. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.... went to ilan again with my cousin and his friends. there were 12 of us. 4 girls and 8 boys. and the three other girls were with their boyfriends. which made sleeping arrangements slightly difficult. 3 bedrooms, 3 couples, and the rest of us. well, meaning 5 boys and me. so my cousin said that me, him, and his gf can just all sleep in one room. the matress was totally hard as a rock, and i only sleep on nice, soft, cuchion-y matresses. and it was really really weird sleeping in the same room as them. i was THE third wheel of the century. so i went downstairs, and the guys convinced me to stay and watch the exorcist with them. OMG... i wish i had never ever seen that. i cant get the image of her levitating out of my head. anyways, it was really really fun. we went to this arts and crafts exhibition. took a ton of pictures (those guys really like posing for pictures, so much that i totally thought that my "most likely to be posing for a picture award" could have easily been awarded to any one of them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY watched Philadelphia today. i've been wanting to see that movie forever. and it was playing on HBO early this afternoon. i love denzel washington and tom hanks. they are both such good actors. now i really want to watch the pelican brief. cuz it has denzel and julia roberts. i heard that was really good too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been here for a little over a month now. i got one full suitcase (prolly a lil more than that), an empty one, and a carry on. i still have to take pretty pictures, buy shoes and handbags, and attempt to eat as much as i can because it's gonna be a very long time until i get to come here again. so yeah... only one month to do all that. wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80131027?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80131027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80131027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80131027' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80095536</id><published>2002-08-11T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T03:19:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, it's been over a month since i last got drunk....this time was pretty cool. very relaxed....we played Kings, i've never played it before it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate it when people do things that are so hypocritical. I mean, it's ok if they do it, but when I do it, NO NO NO NO NO.....i mean, it's cool that you care and stuff.....but.....i was feeling icky...hurting...so i wanted to go home...what's wrong w/ that???  I mean, i know i prolly do it to others too...but people just don't LISTEN to you when you're drunk. oh wells, that's life....live with it i guess....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80095536?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80095536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80095536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80095536' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80088932</id><published>2002-08-10T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T21:57:33.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first week of school over...oh my gosh!! hell week!!! seriously....just bad bad week....*sigh* another one coming up....get ready..i can feel it already....ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey lorraine, remember this? "i can see clearly now, the rain is gone...." hahahaha...drove you crazy!! hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i'm doing..but i'm so tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-80088932?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80088932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80088932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80088932' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-80017792</id><published>2002-08-09T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T00:10:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whenever i have to study, i always find a way to distract myself. Like today, i spent all day reading novels and stuff...not even touching my books. Oh well....Books are like movies sometimes. Wel, maybe not sometimes, like all the time. I mean you imagine the scenes in your head. You laugh, you cry, just like you would at a movie. People should read more. it's good for ya.&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/3456212-80017792?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80017792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/80017792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80017792' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79955904</id><published>2002-08-07T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T15:47:32.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people can be such hypocrites. I mean, they can do stuff to others and be ok with it, but when someone does it to them, they get all defensive and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Mega's birthday!! she's finally 20!! she's so lucky...she gets to share the same birthday as JC....Chasez that is...of NSYNC...hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday mega!! Hurry home so we can celebrate your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...let's see....it's 3:45pm here...so it's 6:45am there...so it is her birthday!! yay!! happy birthday!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79955904?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79955904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79955904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79955904' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79926372</id><published>2002-08-06T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T23:29:43.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.heart-of-asia.com/gen/whyasia.html    ...this is funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79926372?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79926372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79926372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79926372' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79924671</id><published>2002-08-06T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T22:34:22.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its mega omega again. since the last time i've blogged, i have gone bowling (93 and 105, with doubles in both game due to all luck and no skill), eating lots and lots of fish at this one restuarant where the water dam is, and karaokeing for yes, 8 hours. i am NOT exaggerating. i've also had sleeping problems and a joint in my right middle finger that hurts like hell. i've had temptations to cut 6 inches of my hair. but i have to take pretty pictures (ie glamour pics) before i think about doing that. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the greatest thing for ghetto friday BBQ's. heehee. it was this gold dollar sign that's about slightlyl smaller than a three by five picture. and it's on this really thick gold chain... LOL. i really really really wanted to buy it, but ididn't have enought money on me. :P heehee. i was like OMG.... i have to get this! my cousin and his friends just looked at me like i was crazy. another thing... do you know how difficult it is to describe what ghetto means?? i could not do it for the life of me... marc and i decided that it was the cultural difference that makes it impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out to dinner tomorrow night... cuz its my birthday... august 8th... oh wow... i've been here for a month. that went by really fast. my stay here in taiwan is half way over. dang...  anyways, so birthday dinner for me tomorrow. my cousin, his friends, and marc are being nice enough to take me out to dinner. heehee. i guess i can wear make up tomorrow. cuz if i'm not all dolled up on my birthday, when else am i gonna get the chance to do so'? i havent worn make up for the whole month i've been here. except for that one day when i went to the mall and this lady attacked me and put eye shadow on me . hopefully i remember how to fill in my eyebrow. maybe i should practice as soon as i finish with this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a kick ass present for my little cousin's birthday. he is turning 6 on august 24th. it's this really cool mini remote control car. i can't explain what it is, but i do know that i want one for myself. actually, i want to get at least two so i can race with someone. :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!! i just found out that my high school honey wesley is playing in a video game tournament (marvel vs. capcom 2)! good luck to you! juki, chuck and i know that you are gonna kick ass, and if you don't at least you get to party and there are lots and lots of cute girls there all the time! woohoo! go wes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me... my body is nowhere near bikini ready for the raging water day that me, chuck, wes and juki are gonna have. heehee. thanks wes... me gaining 5 pounds is more to love. you always make me feel like the cutest girl ever. the three of you always bring a smile to my face when i need it the most, and i love you with every bone in my body. u guys are the best!!! but i think you all knew that already. i can't wait to see you guys and have a great play day in the water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rho: u are such a busy busy girl!! take good good care of yourself!! from looking at your schedule, you dont even have one second in between classes to eat! i miss you! and i promise that you and i are gonna do lots of cool stuff as roomies when i get back. ie, boba runs and deliveries, cooking dinner, making cookies, blending smoothies. yay!!! and thanks for taking care of everything! again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alph: thanks for all those good talks we've had. i've never blogged to you and thanked you for that, so i thank you now. it really means a lot to me to have someone who will give me advice and make me more sure of myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my sun shine, my only sun shine. u make me so happy, when skies are gray. u'll never know dear, how much a love you, so don't take my sunshine away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79924671?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79924671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79924671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79924671' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79750780</id><published>2002-08-02T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T14:45:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tried to find some people online last night...didn't work...WHERE ARE THEY!?!?! oh well.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79750780?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79750780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79750780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79750780' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79750754</id><published>2002-08-02T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T14:44:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehehehe...this guy at work...thinks that smoking out means that people have like a smoking cigarettes competition, to see who smokes it the fastest...hehehe how cute and innocent!....he must've been soooooo sheltered in life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79750754?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79750754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79750754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79750754' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79750453</id><published>2002-08-02T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T14:36:07.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, i know mega....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79750453?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79750453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79750453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79750453' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79727432</id><published>2002-08-02T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T02:11:59.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no no no Rho, nobody wants grown up problems. the only grown up problem i've ever had to deal with is the whole non-payment of rent thing by my roomie last year. i'm sure that if you read this, you have also, unfortunately, read my very angry ventin gof how pissed off i was. so yeah... no grown up problems needed. and it's nice to be a kid. like i LOVE playing in the park. especially at night when no other kids are there, and you jsut go with one or two other people. you swing on the swing set, look up at the sky, talk about everything, and just play and laugh really hard until you have tears in your eyes and your stomach hurts soooo bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so an interesting thing happened to me today. i was walking to this carving store to pick up my stamp (with my chinese name carved in it) when this guy stops me and asks if i was the girl in some commercial that was done half a year ago. i was like "huh? no..." and then he told me to turn to the side so he can see my profile, and he's like "are you sure? u really look like her" i was like "i just got here from the states 3 weeks ago". and then he asked me if i was interested in making a commercial. some car commercial. and then he took this toy car out from his jacket pocket, and said a buncha stuff in realy fast chinese. i wasn't really paying attention. i told him that it seems really weird and funny that some guy would jsut stop me on the street and tell me i should try doing commercials. he told me i had a "baby face" and was very suitable for camera work. sure...  he gave me his card and i left him my number and my name. we'll see what happens IF he ever calls. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... what else did i do today... i sang some more. i gave up on trying to memorize this one landy song (chinese singer) and decided to memorize an Ah-Mei song instead. i like her a lot better. too bad my CD is a copy CD my cousin in the states made for me, so i have no song title or lyrics. oh wells, i figured if i listened hard enough and long enough, i will get it eventually. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to see marc tomorrow! yay! finally i will have a play mate who can speak english with me! woohoo! but he is here to practice chinese... so i guess only minimal english would be allowed... sucks. so i guess not so much english after all. :( too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude... i just found out last night when my cousin and i were shoppin for sunglasses, that he has the prettiest girliest eyes. i'm NOT kidding. they are huge, and he has these perfect double eye lid thing going. he always wears these glasses that make him look really old, and i've never seen him w/o his glasses on. now i know why his gf wants him to get contacts. i want eyes like that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm almost 20... in taiwan, 20th bday is very important cuz it's when you are officially an adult and you can vote and stuff. my cousin asked me if i wanted to celebrate it. i said "well, it's not every important to me. just like any other year..." plusi have to wait until august 24th to celebrate it cuz that's my little cousins's 6th bday, and we agreed to celebrate it together. so no hearty partying or drinking until i don't remember. just a good old bday cake. YUM!! maybe when i get back to SD, then i will party. but by then, it prolly be too late and i'd think it would be weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i don't really have anything else interesting to say, so have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79727432?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79727432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79727432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79727432' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79681518</id><published>2002-08-01T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T02:45:40.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i feel like everyone's so much older than me....like i don't have a clue as to what's going on. Norm's always like, "how old are you??" like sarcastically...but i seriously feel like a little kid sometimes...well, maybe not sometimes, a lot of times. I don't have a lot of the problems some people have....like grown up problems. Do I want grown up problems??  maybe....i dunno...do I? sometimes yeah, sometimes hell nah!  hehehe....just like mega said, i don't wanna grow up i'm a toys R us kid there're a million toys at toys R us that i can play with from bikes to trains to video games it's the biggest toystore there is! (gee whiz!!!) i don't wanna grow up, cuz if i did i wouldn't be a toys R us kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79681518?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79681518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79681518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79681518' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79663121</id><published>2002-07-31T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T16:55:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember this song??? It's like sophomore year of high school...*sigh* memories....high school....urgh...i'm really bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant fall alseep tonight &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do &lt;br /&gt;I hold my pillow but I wanna be holding you &lt;br /&gt;And when close my eyes I always see your face &lt;br /&gt;I know my happiness is only kiss away &lt;br /&gt;And every hour here in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Everyday of my lonely heart &lt;br /&gt;Tells me that I need to be with you &lt;br /&gt;Heaven oh heaven what can I do &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/3456212-79663121?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79663121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79663121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79663121' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79662960</id><published>2002-07-31T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T16:50:58.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone teach us html so we can make this better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79662960?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79662960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79662960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79662960' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79662876</id><published>2002-07-31T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T16:48:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fun games for you bored people....like me :) Here we go...NSYNC!! Name these songs!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you forever, &lt;br /&gt;In lifetimes before &lt;br /&gt;And I promise you never... &lt;br /&gt;Will you hurt anymore &lt;br /&gt;I give you my word &lt;br /&gt;I give you my heart (give you my heart) &lt;br /&gt;This is a battle we've won &lt;br /&gt;And with this vow, &lt;br /&gt;Forever has now begun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause something happens when you look at me I forget to speak. &lt;br /&gt;Something happens when you kiss my mouth my knees get so weak. &lt;br /&gt;Could it be true this is what God has meant for me cause baby &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that something like you could happen to me &lt;br /&gt;Something like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be seen &lt;br /&gt;At every party at the Playboy Mansion &lt;br /&gt;Fun, sad &lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta draw the line &lt;br /&gt;You wanna be in the flashes of light &lt;br /&gt;Holding me tight &lt;br /&gt;With your phony laugh &lt;br /&gt;I guess you gotta be photographed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from the moment we met &lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was all set &lt;br /&gt;How could I be so wrong &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hearing that you're seeing someone new &lt;br /&gt;And I wanna know who &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me selfish &lt;br /&gt;But all I want is your love &lt;br /&gt;You can call me hopeless (hopeless) &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm hopelessly in love &lt;br /&gt;You can call me unperfect &lt;br /&gt;But who's perfect? &lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do I gotta do &lt;br /&gt;To prove that I'm the only one for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something strange has come over me &lt;br /&gt;A raging wind across my seas &lt;br /&gt;And girl you know that your eyes are to blame &lt;br /&gt;And what am I supposed to do &lt;br /&gt;If I can't get over you &lt;br /&gt;I come to find that you don't feel the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain &lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I was gonna lose my head &lt;br /&gt;Call me insane &lt;br /&gt;There's got to be a way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom and never let you try to stop me &lt;br /&gt;Born to fly sky high, up to the top see &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to fear, no doubts and no tears, Millennium sound to motivate the future years &lt;br /&gt;And you can either be scared or get prepared &lt;br /&gt;Against all odds I bet you never would've dared &lt;br /&gt;To make these moves and take flight like me &lt;br /&gt;To come through for the world prophecy &lt;br /&gt;Space connect to overthrow your interception, &lt;br /&gt;Ready or not, make it hot &lt;br /&gt;That ain't no question &lt;br /&gt;Get *NSYNC and put your head to the sky &lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith &lt;br /&gt;One love from Left Eye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it personal &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I did when you cheated on me &lt;br /&gt;You may be beautiful &lt;br /&gt;But there's more that the eye can't see &lt;br /&gt;You're so predictable &lt;br /&gt;The way you calculate each move &lt;br /&gt;Heads I win and tails you loose &lt;br /&gt;Because you don't have the right to choose &lt;br /&gt;Baby I wonder if you feel the same as I do &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you're going through the things I'm going through... &lt;br /&gt;I sent you flowers on a Saturday &lt;br /&gt;inside's a letter with a message and no name &lt;br /&gt;See I just love the feeling, knowing I can make you smile &lt;br /&gt;and I haven't felt that about someone in quite a while &lt;br /&gt;Just listen to these words I have to say &lt;br /&gt;Just take a chance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3456212-79662876?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79662876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79662876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79662876' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79661372</id><published>2002-07-31T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T16:03:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>je suis triste...mais, je ne sais pas pourquoi je suis triste. Peut-etre je ne suis pas triste...mais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'espere que je peux encore parler francais. Maintenant, c'est tres difficile pour moi parce que je pense en anglais...jamais en francais. Les mots sont difficile. Aiya....tres tres triste...&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/3456212-79661372?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79661372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79661372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79661372' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79660917</id><published>2002-07-31T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T15:49:23.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boba's wheel is getting really squeaky....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that i waste a lot of time at work...yet, i'm kinda reluctant to write down hrs on my time sheet cuz i wasn't REALLY working. Like right now, I'm sitting in front of a computer....doing nothing basically. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79660917?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79660917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79660917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79660917' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79660022</id><published>2002-07-31T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T15:22:58.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yadda yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79660022?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79660022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79660022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79660022' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79660011</id><published>2002-07-31T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T15:22:42.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doo wop doo wop doo wop doo wop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79660011?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79660011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79660011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79660011' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79651310</id><published>2002-07-31T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T11:34:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la di da...la di da....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79651310?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79651310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79651310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79651310' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79648769</id><published>2002-07-31T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T10:30:53.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleh...work damn you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79648769?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79648769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79648769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79648769' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79632100</id><published>2002-07-31T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T00:29:22.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*  why am i so naive? and why do some people have such negative views of the world? I wish for a happy world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79632100?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79632100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79632100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79632100' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79606198</id><published>2002-07-30T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T12:18:16.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning everyone!! *sigh* less than a week of freedom....then it's school-time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79606198?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79606198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79606198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79606198' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79591092</id><published>2002-07-30T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T05:01:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess i have to chime in on this whole regret issue. I live with my own philosophy when it comes to regrets. Never regret what you did and regret what you didn't do. The whole idea behind this is that you shouldn't regret what you choose to do. At least you did something. Inaction is the worst way to live. Then you live with the "what if's?" And that sniffs the proverbial ass. Go out there and do something. Experience things. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Rubber..."It's like witnessing a live porn/circus show for 30$"...interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently named one of my fantasy football teams Erin Sparkles. Now everyone in the league is treating me exceptionally nice. I think it's because they think i am a girl. I know i shouldn't...but i am gonna milk this for all its worth. I think fantasy baseball was fun and everything..especially since my team is winning. But I cannot wait for fantasy football. It will take over my life again. Did i mention i had 12 indiviual teams last year. Yeah tad bit much. ( I won 10 leagues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people change SO quickly. And sometimes sometimes for the worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story...Annie and I went to Albertson's to do some grocery shopping. While there we bump into Cynthia, Ruby, Diana, and Joyce. On their way out they wave to us goodbye. Now the funny thing is that a bagger guy didn't see us behind him. I guess he thoght he was a totall pimp because these for girls were waving to him. He proceeds to wave back to them. Annie and I see this behind him and enjoy a little chuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people should learn not to barge into my room...especially after i take a shower. They may see a whole lot more of me than they bargin for...unless that's what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some basketball drills with JB and Kanger. I knew i was out of shape, but man i didnt know how badly. Although it felt really good to be doing anything related to basketball, my legs are once again feeling like mush. Especially my thighs, right under my ass cheeks. It looks funny when i try to walk because it gets sore right there and I being to waddle like a penguin:). I also begin to grab it with my hands. So i guess it kinda looks like i'm spreading my ass cheeks to fart or to do god knows what. Oh well, wutevers funny i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of my friends are going to come down to see me. They also want to hit up the big comic convention happening on the first to the fourth. It's the larget comic-con in the united states. Bow i know what your thinking, comics are for geeks. But this con is HUGE. They will have movie stars there promoting their movies. (The Azn charlie's angel is gonna be there..can't remeber her name. Bryan singer (X-men director) Colin Farell (minority report) Jason Lee (Chasing Amy, Vanilla Sky) Kevin Smith. Jamie King. Sean William Scott (Stifler) and a bunch of people. Ben Afflek always makes unannounced guest appearances. He usually walks the floor and buys comics...weird huh? I think it'll be fun seeing my old boss at SLave Labor comics. They've hit it pretty big ever since i left. When iw as there they were a two bit independant label. Now they have their own show on Nickelodeon. Next is Vegas to gamble and stuff. Since my friend is a "high-roller," he always gets comped free rooms and lunches and stufff. So we get a lot of stuff for free. There's also ST con 2k2 going on which they want to hit up. ST con is the "cool" way of saying Star Trek convention. Even that's a little to geeky for me. The show is cool and all, but to go to a convention...beyond my limits. They have officially named this road trip DORKFEST 2002...hahahah I love my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an M&amp;M. But I'll nut in your mouth, not in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying The Crow dvd, i got really into the comic book too. It's inspired me to start drawing again. I don't know how i dropped it before. It was my passion and I almost went into it as a career. Before talking to professionals and finding out that there isn't any kind of stability in it. (gotta provide for a family later in life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't rain all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how some people have talents you would never peg them for. I think discovering new things about people is incredibly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thing of beauty is a joy forever. -John Keats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about you...but i think the penguin is one of, if not, the coolest animals around. It sure is better than any stinkin' gator. Dirty gators..buncha KUNKS!!! No matter how pretty the gator is...no matter how sweet it's candy ass is :)&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/3456212-79591092?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79591092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79591092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79591092' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79588823</id><published>2002-07-30T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T03:00:35.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's mega! the past couple of days have been interesting.... where should i start? um.... thanks to great talks from alph and rho, my heart feels a lot better. thanks for being there when i need you guys, even tho you guys are half a world away and all the way across the pacific from me. :P heehee. but yeah.... things have worked themselves out quite nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see....yesterday i went out with my cousin agian. we went to ji long (or however else you spell it cuz i dunno). first we went and exercised a bit and hiked. endless amounts of steps to go uphill. dude... my ass is majorly sore from the workout. :P took some pictures and what not. and what did we do after that? eat!!! DUH!! it is soooo hard to lose any weight in taiwan. you exercise, and as soon as you are done, even half way through, there's a food cart right there calling out your name. oh wells. SUCH good food. :P we ate, and then, what do you do after you eat? u all shoud know by now!! shop!! i bought lots of stuff. i got 4 shirts for me, and 4 shirts for my brothers. i think they will like them. at least i hope so. if not, i can use them as big sleeping shirts or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the weird thing. my cousin has a girlfriend. and she's been really uneasy about him taking me out a couple of times a week. her point is that after he hangs out with me, he seems different, and that we are spending too much time together, and we seem more like a couple than they do. (i dunno how she  came up with that cuz i've never seen her, and shes never seen me and my cousin interact). his friends think he's being weird cuz he's basically being tour guide for someone he doesn't know at all. i dunno if i explained earlier, but the first time i saw him was 8 years ago. and this summer is the second time i've seen him. they don't believe that i can have absolutely nobody else to take me out and stuff. well, its true... i dont really have anyone else to play with me. not until marc gets here. and then he can take me out. and i think it's totally ridiculous that his girlfriend thinks that she has anything to worry about or be jealous of. dude..... i am his cousin!! his cousin!! not even like a distant cousin through marriage, but like our grandmothers are sisters!! i'm not like an ex girlfriend whom he might have feelings for again or a really really really close friend who's liked him for ages and ages. we are related!! and his friends actually asked him if he has interest in me!! ewwwwww!! i can't  believe they even mentioned that! oh wells, i just hope that i'm not causing too much trouble. he feels like he has done nothing wrong. and i agree with him. so i hope that everything turns out okay for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.... i definately totally believe that regretting something you haven't done is worse than something you have done. cuz when you dont do anything, you are always left wondering could haves and would haves. i would hate myself if i didn't live my life like i wanted to. of course, not every whim can be satisfied. but there are some points in life when you must take a chance and just seize the day. life is sooooo short! of course, of all the things that i have done, i have regretted some. but of all the things that i did not do, i have regretted and still regret all of them. with each mistake is a lesson learned. thats how you mature and grow in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after all that philosophical thinking, i'm pretty damn hungry. so yeah... more eating for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79588823?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79588823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79588823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79588823' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79588130</id><published>2002-07-30T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T02:19:41.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out of all the places i've lived...i think i liked maryland the best. It was a simple life...no drama...well, hardly any drama. I don't think i was ever sad there....i miss that place....and old friends....people....some people more than others of course. The only regret that i have...is not regretting something i did, but something i didn't do. I was prolly either too chicken or too proud.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you think is worse, regretting something you didn't do, or someting you did do? I think the first one is worse. Regretting something you DIDN'T do. I mean...if you did it, then at least you tried...and if it wasn't successful, then there isn't anything you can do about it. But something you didn't do, you'll NEVER know the outcome. just a thought...think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed now...nighty-night folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456212-79588130?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79588130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79588130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79588130' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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-3456212.post-79538377</id><published>2002-07-28T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T23:23:27.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hang in there mega....one more month...and then you'll be back in sunny san diego.  Hope your heart feels better. Tell you brain to tell your heart to feel better...and hopefully it'll listen. Loneliness sucks, i know...we're here for ya...you know that. But i guess that's not enough sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what? i bought boba a ball today..for her to run around in.  I think she likes it...but you have to keep an eye on her, or she'll run away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the wild animal park yesterday. It was pretty cool. I took SOOOOO many pictures of animals. It was like going to africa on a safari! hehehehe....i didn't get to see any lions though...they were hiding from us. I saw a white tiger though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate not having internet...but hopefully, by the end of tonight, i'll be able to go online...that is if i can get ahold of rocky....or someone who can set up my dsl line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, alph, mega and i were talking online about fun stuff...guys, girls. hahahaha...we're a boy crazy bunch i think...hehehe esp alph! That one knows what he wants in a man. He knows what his type is. hhahaha..guess what's playing rigiht now mega!! your favorite song!! hahahaha...aaron carter!! I"m all about you!! hehehehehe...funny funny&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe...boba's running around in her ball....i think she likes it...she can explore the apartment...but i'm afraid to put her on the carpet...in case she pees on 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/3456212-79538377?l=alphrhomegas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79538377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3456212/posts/default/79538377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphrhomegas.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79538377' title=''/><author><name>alphrhomegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00737428260271676913</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>
