<?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-3697958014725288880</id><updated>2012-02-10T18:16:00.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life One Song at a Time...</title><subtitle type='html'>Life without Music, would be a Mistake...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-1797751571447764448</id><published>2010-01-07T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:11:00.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TUMBLR</title><content type='html'>THIS IS MY NEW BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET AT IT!!!&lt;a href="http://jonathanvllamas.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://jonathanvllamas.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and Gap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-1797751571447764448?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/1797751571447764448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=1797751571447764448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1797751571447764448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1797751571447764448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-tumblr.html' title='MY TUMBLR'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-158455933069020121</id><published>2010-01-02T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:23:09.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainwreck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sz8CKlAfHOI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZnM_k1ERBME/s1600-h/jill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sz8CKlAfHOI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZnM_k1ERBME/s400/jill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-158455933069020121?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/158455933069020121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=158455933069020121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/158455933069020121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/158455933069020121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2010/01/trainwreck.html' title='Trainwreck...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sz8CKlAfHOI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZnM_k1ERBME/s72-c/jill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-1906428414828457115</id><published>2009-12-31T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:40:31.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I Love You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-1906428414828457115?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/1906428414828457115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=1906428414828457115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1906428414828457115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1906428414828457115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3557080731926918150</id><published>2009-12-25T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:20:42.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas is a time to reflect and share the gifts you have with those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been very blessed this year to be given a new chance on life &amp;amp; on love with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I wanted for Christmas was a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I think I'm going to finally have that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm done searching for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time for love to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3557080731926918150?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3557080731926918150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3557080731926918150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3557080731926918150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3557080731926918150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-5003613054488625552</id><published>2009-12-22T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:14:20.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superwoman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Superwoman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Jonathan V. Llamas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12/22/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Verse 1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who can it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She flies and she glides so elegantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I try to catch her eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All she does is fly away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when she moves, she moves like the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The very air that breathes life into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when she speaks, it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That every word comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah she flies so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saving the world, one smile at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah she's my superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her power is key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To break the spell that she cast upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She may not be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She may not be bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she is the best that I ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wears no red cape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No silly blue tights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'll fight for her with all of my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when she's done saving our whole world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always be waiting cause she's my lovely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't care what anyone has to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause she's my superwoman at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when the world seems at its bleakest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She'll swoop real fast from the world's evil clutches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'll look back knowing what we both have is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love's Kryptonite, yeah we both know its magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Chorus 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah she flies so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saving the world, one smile at at time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah she's my superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her power is key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To break the spell that she cast upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She flies so high, I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her power is key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To keep the love that she has for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my superwoman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-5003613054488625552?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/5003613054488625552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=5003613054488625552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/5003613054488625552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/5003613054488625552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/superwoman_22.html' title='Superwoman...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-2824723186177730715</id><published>2009-12-09T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:00:16.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyCMeQdwFkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/QDehLBlix2k/s1600-h/HEART.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyCMeQdwFkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/QDehLBlix2k/s400/HEART.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-2824723186177730715?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/2824723186177730715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=2824723186177730715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2824723186177730715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2824723186177730715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont.html' title='I&apos;m Fine...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyCMeQdwFkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/QDehLBlix2k/s72-c/HEART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3443950506775465932</id><published>2009-12-07T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:06:13.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'> Informal Writing #1 (ONE MORE WEEK!!!) </title><content type='html'>Well&amp;nbsp; I just got back from school a few minutes ago and I'm officially &lt;b&gt;DONE&lt;/b&gt; with it. Well not &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;officially&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;but I'm just ready for it to be over and done with!!! I just don't wanna deal with all the homework, tests, projects, and stress for the next few weeks that I'm just excited for it to finally end. I guess there's just something about this time of the year that makes everyone want Christmas vacation to officially start already! Well, at least I do, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its raining outside!!! I don't know about you, but I&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; really really love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the rain! There's just something&amp;nbsp; calming about the sound of it on my window that just makes me forget about everything that's been on my mind. And trust me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has been on my mind lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wanna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;worry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; about life right now, but there's just so much to think about. My future, my education, my friends &amp;amp; family, I don't know if I can handle it all. I'm trying really hard, I really am, but sometimes I feel that it's just too much for me to handle. Let's just hope that the Christmas vacation can help me figure things out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crawl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is playing on my computer, and I must say that I'm in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with this song. No, I mean I'm deeply in &lt;b&gt;L-O-V-E &lt;/b&gt;with this &lt;b&gt;song&lt;/b&gt;! I've been addicted to it ever since I first heard it on &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Myspace, and now I am constantly playing it in my car or whenever I just listen to my iPod, haha. It's just &lt;b&gt;THAT GOOD!&lt;/b&gt; I dunno, maybe it's because I can pretty much relate this song to my life right now and what I've been going through? Haha more or less, I don't think I'm gonna get tired of it anytime soon &lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, my roof is &lt;b&gt;freaking&lt;/b&gt; leaking!!! &lt;b&gt;WTF?! &lt;/b&gt;I know right?! And we just fixed it last year!!! This is lame!!! Now I gotta put a bucket to help stop the water from drippin' all over the place! Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I officially hate &lt;b&gt;FACEBOOK &amp;amp; TWITTER NOW! &lt;/b&gt;Well not officially &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;it but it's because they're both just so &lt;b&gt;damn addicting!!!&lt;/b&gt; There isn't a day where I don't check em' both for new notifications or tweets, and lately my friends has been complaining cause I &lt;b&gt;tweet too much!&lt;/b&gt; Haha &lt;i&gt;ooops&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry na lang si la, kase &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm pretty much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hooked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;on them na&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Haha, retarded I know but it's the freaking truth! &lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, well I think that's pretty much it I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny cause I've never really done &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;before, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(this meaning informal writing)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but it's kinda fun, so maybe I'll write a little more like this on my upcoming Christmas Vacation. Haha, we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that's all for now...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE MORE FREAKING WEEK TO GO!!! Then, onto CHRISTMAS VACATION!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3443950506775465932?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3443950506775465932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3443950506775465932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3443950506775465932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3443950506775465932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/informal-writing-1-one-more-week.html' title='&lt;i&gt; Informal Writing #1 (ONE MORE WEEK!!!) &lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3721920073793583700</id><published>2009-12-07T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:10:44.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sxy4USA2lYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jl-VbI66f_4/s1600-h/Happiness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sxy4USA2lYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jl-VbI66f_4/s320/Happiness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3721920073793583700?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3721920073793583700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3721920073793583700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3721920073793583700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3721920073793583700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sxy4USA2lYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jl-VbI66f_4/s72-c/Happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7692068927007631175</id><published>2009-12-05T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:54:30.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll be there for you when you need someone&lt;br /&gt;To come and hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you even if you call&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you when the rain won’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Falling upon your life&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wipe your tears and chase your fears&lt;br /&gt;I’ll help you with your fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do my best to protect you from harm&lt;br /&gt;To keep you safe and well&lt;br /&gt;And when you have a problem hidden&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one you can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take your darkest night&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll make it bright for you&lt;br /&gt;And even if we are far apart&lt;br /&gt;My heart will still be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I'm not here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wont give up… I’ll fight for us&lt;br /&gt;Every hour of every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-7692068927007631175?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7692068927007631175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7692068927007631175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7692068927007631175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7692068927007631175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-be-there.html' title='I&apos;ll Be There...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4252394704704064714</id><published>2009-12-04T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:39:42.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'> Pssssssst...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pssssst...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have a secret to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been wanting to say it for awhile now but&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten the courage to say it until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It involves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YES YOU SILLY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; bad, so don't worry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't think you're ready to hear it just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;are?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well are&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;you sure?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you really really sure?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, okay I believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My secret is that I __________________________!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phew!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;That was really hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was that? You didn't &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that's too bad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you mean you want me to say it again?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not gonna say it twice!&lt;br /&gt;It was hard enough the first time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe you're just gonna have to figure it out &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;yourself...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4252394704704064714?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4252394704704064714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4252394704704064714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4252394704704064714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4252394704704064714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret.html' title='&lt;i&gt; Pssssssst...&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3738514270783794842</id><published>2009-12-04T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:11:57.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting...</title><content type='html'>Christmas is just around the corner and I have so &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loaded with so much to work/tests/projects and so little time to do it that I wonder if I'll be able to keep up with it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, lately I've been having my share of problems that I just don't need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem like whenever I need a break, or whenever I just need some time to think, something always happens that adds pressure to my already hectic life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? Why can't I just catch a break for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does all this &lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt; happen when I don't need it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I am so tired of feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of feeling like my best isn't good enough and that whatever I do doesn't come close to what you think I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of feeling confused, feeling afraid, feeling anything for you that makes me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it and I hate feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with you and it never felt so good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3738514270783794842?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3738514270783794842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3738514270783794842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3738514270783794842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3738514270783794842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/venting.html' title='Venting...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6805566423705681212</id><published>2009-12-02T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:49:11.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought This Was Cute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Girl says&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I can’t promise you perfection cause that is not who I am. I can’t promise you forever, cause I don’t hold fate within my hands. I can’t promise you the sunshine, because I know there will be rain. I can’t promise you complete happiness, cause with true love, there comes pain. I can’t promise to always smile, cause life always has a way to make me cry. I can’t promise to always stand strong, cause it’s never easy to want to give life another try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy says&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I know you’re not perfection. To me, you’re so much more. I know we may not have forever, So I treasure every moment with you, in case another one isn’t in store. Yes, I’d like the sunshine. But I’ll stand with you through the rain. Your happiness is my happiness. So I’ll do whatever I can to ease your pain. When I first saw you smile, I fell in love at once. And even deeper I fell, the first time I saw you cry. It was at that moment I realized, I wanted to protect you. And always be the one to wipe the tears from your eyes. I know that life is difficult, and has given you more than your fair share of pain and lies, but that’s why I’ll be your strength when yours falls broken… And give you my wings to fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6805566423705681212?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6805566423705681212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6805566423705681212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6805566423705681212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6805566423705681212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/thought-this-was-cute.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Thought This Was Cute...&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3299822372065188622</id><published>2009-12-02T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:32:45.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SxcjHZvHtuI/AAAAAAAAAho/YbndOdhhASQ/s1600-h/ME+%26+HER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SxcjHZvHtuI/AAAAAAAAAho/YbndOdhhASQ/s320/ME+%26+HER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words in this world that can express how you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I wake up each morning and look at my phone all I can do is smile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We talk everyday and night about almost anything, until you fall asleep on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you make my day by just simply greeting me &lt;i&gt;"goodmorning."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we wake up and we do it all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope it never ends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3299822372065188622?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3299822372065188622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3299822372065188622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3299822372065188622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3299822372065188622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SxcjHZvHtuI/AAAAAAAAAho/YbndOdhhASQ/s72-c/ME+%26+HER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-173321998198482361</id><published>2009-11-27T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:10:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Reasons To Be Thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year, I made this really long list of all the things that I was most thankful for during that holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year, I would like to do it again with a few &lt;strike&gt;major&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;minor&lt;/i&gt; changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. First of all, I am most thankful for the Lord God, and for all the blessings that I have received during the course of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I thankful for my parents, and for sacrificing so much to give me everything that I often take for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I am thankful for my siblings Mariel, Jason &amp;amp; Kriselle for being the best siblings any &lt;i&gt;kuya &lt;/i&gt;can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I am thankful for my Second Family, and for being the first people I turn to whenever I feel down or upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I am thankful for my friends, for always believing in me despite all the ups and downs of life and never giving up on me especially during the most difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am thankful for the food that I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7. I am thankful for the clothes on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8. I am thankful for the roof over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I am thankful for my education, because I know how difficult is to have an education in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I am thankful for the talents that I have, and my ability to share my music with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. I am thankful for my health, and for being healthy despite the many people who constantly suffer from diseases and illnesses each and everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. I am thankful for my enemies/haters, because they&amp;nbsp; motivate and inspire me to be the best person I can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. I am thankful for my Filipino heritage and the values and morals that come along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. I am thankful for my Lakers and for keeping the love of basketball in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. I am thankful for mistakes, because they remind me that I'm not perfect and that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. I am thankful for being able to have a job especially during these tough economic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17. I am thankful for Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, Tumblr, and Blogspot for enabling me to keep in touch with the people that I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. I am thankful for being alive and for having the opportunity to experience and learn new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. Last but not least, I am especially thankful for having &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in my life, because you reminded me how beautiful life is when I first met you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-173321998198482361?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/173321998198482361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=173321998198482361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/173321998198482361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/173321998198482361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='&lt;i&gt;19&lt;/i&gt; Reasons To Be Thankful...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-678413297919115804</id><published>2009-11-25T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:31:43.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for  you </title><content type='html'>I hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-678413297919115804?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/678413297919115804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=678413297919115804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/678413297919115804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/678413297919115804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-for-you.html' title='This is for &lt;i&gt; you &lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-580063233340060840</id><published>2009-11-24T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:54:53.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Swy3F5Tr5YI/AAAAAAAAAhg/v3Penq8upUs/s1600/Blog+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Swy3F5Tr5YI/AAAAAAAAAhg/v3Penq8upUs/s400/Blog+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Some say it is a sin to love, I never did ask why, But, if I sin in loving you, I’ll sin until I die.” - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how &amp;amp; I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But something tells me that you are worth every second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-580063233340060840?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/580063233340060840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=580063233340060840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/580063233340060840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/580063233340060840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/someday.html' title='Wishing...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Swy3F5Tr5YI/AAAAAAAAAhg/v3Penq8upUs/s72-c/Blog+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6020829715983065822</id><published>2009-11-17T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:24:58.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwNnaXwRqqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zdIRIn9TQOY/s1600/you+are+perfect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwNnaXwRqqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zdIRIn9TQOY/s640/you+are+perfect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl, you are like summer rain &lt;br /&gt;soft and warm and delicate &lt;br /&gt;and I am a foolish boy &lt;br /&gt;tryin' to catch every drop of you on my tongue.. &lt;br /&gt;but there's just too many &lt;br /&gt;and I can't get enough...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're inches from my fingertips &lt;br /&gt;I've come as close as I can get &lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching but the rest is up to you. &lt;br /&gt;cause I don't ever wanna miss &lt;br /&gt;being here with you like this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying but it's all that i can do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm reaching but the rest is up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the rest is up to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6020829715983065822?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6020829715983065822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6020829715983065822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6020829715983065822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6020829715983065822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are.html' title='Reaching...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwNnaXwRqqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zdIRIn9TQOY/s72-c/you+are+perfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6917645532619511880</id><published>2009-11-17T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:20:56.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwMvrhw23dI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TnrS__NnUq0/s1600/HEARTS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwMvrhw23dI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TnrS__NnUq0/s640/HEARTS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the loudest voice is heard from the smallest person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the people that we often take for granted, are the ones that mean the most to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need step back and look at the bigger picture as opposed to the tiny details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all we need in this life is someone to reassure us that they can love us for who we are as opposed to who we try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that life can be this easy. But it never is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'll always be here to try to make your &lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt; a &lt;i&gt;reality&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6917645532619511880?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6917645532619511880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6917645532619511880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6917645532619511880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6917645532619511880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-sometimes.html' title='Just Sometimes...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwMvrhw23dI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TnrS__NnUq0/s72-c/HEARTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7369037465211370590</id><published>2009-11-17T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:23:19.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Random Conversation...</title><content type='html'>Her: Are you there alone?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, that's why it sucks =(&lt;br /&gt;Her: Well is it safe?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean is it safe?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Well someone might try to get in there or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I'm at the place where they sell the tickets, so I'm used to all the crazy people at night. I'm not scared.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'm just joking. Be careful! Haha when you get off. RUN to your car and lock the doors.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you trying to scare me? lol&lt;br /&gt;Her: Is it working? Haha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks for caring! :P I guess you're hoping that I get mugged too huh? lol&lt;br /&gt;Her: Haha I'm just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Me: If something bad happens to me and I don't text you, it's you're fault! haha&lt;br /&gt;Her: No! Haha you BETTER text me when you get in the car. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Well you better HOPE I get to my car safely! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Her: I KNOW you will!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well IF I don't, you know who to blame! :P&lt;br /&gt;Her: Are you trying to scare me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it working? lol&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hahaha :P well text me before ou start driving ok? So I know you're safe.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, but its not &lt;i&gt;certain&lt;/i&gt; yet... :P&lt;br /&gt;Her: Don't scare yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Me: More like YOU should be scared of not getting a text back! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Her: Well I better get that text or else. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Or else what?&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'll think of something. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Me: You didn't have anything to begin with! :P&lt;br /&gt;Her: Okay I got nothing. Don't get me all worried now. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay well I'm off now!!! If I don't text you... well you know. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Her: You better text!&lt;br /&gt;Her: Why aren't you texting me?!&lt;br /&gt;Her: Text me back or text me never =)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did I scare you? Haha&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hahaha uhuh, now you reply!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pssh I should've just not texted you! Okay I'll text you when I get home... =)&lt;br /&gt;Her: No, I knew you'd reply. Haha. Text me when you get home. No texting while driving :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks for keeping me company*&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/3697958014725288880-7369037465211370590?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7369037465211370590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7369037465211370590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7369037465211370590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7369037465211370590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-random-conversation.html' title='Our Random Conversation...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-615120254890824987</id><published>2009-11-16T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:35:42.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy One Year Anniversary Blogger!</title><content type='html'>November 2, 2009 marked the one year anniversary of my blog and I must say that so many things has happened over the course of that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced so much pain, heartache, disappointment, happiness, and love and everything else in between that really changed the way I looked at life and what it had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown so much over the course of the year and looking back at my old posts made me realize all the emotions and experiences that&amp;nbsp; I've gone through to put myself where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as smooth of year as I would have liked, but I am grateful for everything that has happened, good and bad, because I know it just helped me become a much stronger person and individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at this present time, I don't know what the future will hold for me or what will come. But whatever happens, I hope that I can use everything that I have learned from the past to make the present that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy One Year Anniversary Blogger &amp;amp; thanks for all the memories...&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/3697958014725288880-615120254890824987?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/615120254890824987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=615120254890824987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/615120254890824987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/615120254890824987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-year.html' title='Happy One Year Anniversary Blogger!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-2199176482763053251</id><published>2009-11-16T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:11:28.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG_N2-vLGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/JAjwmC-8bWo/s1600/Halloween+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG_N2-vLGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/JAjwmC-8bWo/s400/Halloween+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG_VXbmvCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JywQSG9gJsg/s1600/Halloween+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG_VXbmvCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JywQSG9gJsg/s400/Halloween+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Big Crayola Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-2199176482763053251?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/2199176482763053251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=2199176482763053251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2199176482763053251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2199176482763053251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG_N2-vLGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/JAjwmC-8bWo/s72-c/Halloween+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3210013546009006950</id><published>2009-11-16T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:02:44.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm A  Mann  Now!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG9CtlucEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XvkvoKg9tRg/s1600/mann+marketplace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG9CtlucEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XvkvoKg9tRg/s400/mann+marketplace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 31st, 2009 marked an exciting day for me because after a few days of uncertainty, I've just learned that I was hired to be a part of the Mann Theaters family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to blog about my first job but I haven't been able to blog about it until now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really no words that can express my gratitude towards Mann Theaters and their management for allowing me to show what I can offer in this working economy and to also give me a new perspective through the eyes of a working class citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wouldn't have been possible without the support of God, my family, and my Ate Cheryl who took it upon herself to make sure that my application was given serious consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this new found responsibility gives me more opportunities to become a better person, individual and also better &lt;i&gt;mann&lt;/i&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/3697958014725288880-3210013546009006950?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3210013546009006950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3210013546009006950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3210013546009006950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3210013546009006950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-mann-now.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m A &lt;i&gt; Mann &lt;/i&gt; Now!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG9CtlucEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XvkvoKg9tRg/s72-c/mann+marketplace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-5365485739371855244</id><published>2009-11-16T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:13:52.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less  Is  More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwGugz4wnYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/e378UDzhAVA/s1600/HER.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404792906528628098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwGugz4wnYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/e378UDzhAVA/s400/HER.jpg" style="display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how life works when it comes to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you openly search for it, you never seem to find exactly what you’re looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search and you search and the more you try, the harder it seems to find that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become tired, confused, angry, upset and just unsure whether you will get your chance at happiness one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you let all your inhibitions, your doubts and your uncertainties go, things become so much easier that you wonder why you even bothered trying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world that often asks us to do our best and to constantly keep pushing ourselves, love is the complete and total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It asks us to be patient and understanding, and to release our emotions in such a way that we are stripped from all the negativity in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only by doing so that allows us to see clearly, and to realize that sometimes when it comes to love, less&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; more…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-5365485739371855244?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/5365485739371855244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=5365485739371855244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/5365485739371855244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/5365485739371855244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/11/less-is-more.html' title='Less &lt;i&gt; Is &lt;/i&gt; More...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwGugz4wnYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/e378UDzhAVA/s72-c/HER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-864468047667325690</id><published>2009-06-25T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:44:02.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG5h-iKESI/AAAAAAAAAgA/xspNxz3mpt0/s1600/this+is+it.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG5h-iKESI/AAAAAAAAAgA/xspNxz3mpt0/s400/this+is+it.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today marks a sad day as the once great "King of Pop" has passed away on an accidental drug overdose given by Michael's doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael will forever be remembered as the most amazing pop sensation that ever graced the stage and paved the way for future artists everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my credo to one of my most beloved musical artists and I pray that he has finally found solace in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you Rest In Peace Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will forever be missed by many...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-864468047667325690?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/864468047667325690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=864468047667325690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/864468047667325690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/864468047667325690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='R.I.P Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG5h-iKESI/AAAAAAAAAgA/xspNxz3mpt0/s72-c/this+is+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4335391833854501526</id><published>2009-06-24T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:04:31.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3  Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG-U9yYdfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/WtUKr1KYfeo/s1600/NOTHING.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG-U9yYdfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/WtUKr1KYfeo/s400/NOTHING.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;3 days since the first time I saw her enter the room.&lt;br /&gt;3 days since I introduced myself.&lt;br /&gt;3 days since the first time we talked.&lt;br /&gt;3 days since I got her name.&lt;br /&gt;It's only been 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get her out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Her brown eyes. Her smile. Her dimples. Her voice.&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only been 3 days, but I'm trying so hard to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tell myself to slow down. To get to know her better.&lt;br /&gt;To take my time.&lt;br /&gt;Its been 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm falling hard.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it works out.&lt;br /&gt;Because she is everything I've ever wanted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4335391833854501526?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4335391833854501526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4335391833854501526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4335391833854501526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4335391833854501526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-days.html' title='&lt;i&gt;3 &lt;/i&gt; Days...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG-U9yYdfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/WtUKr1KYfeo/s72-c/NOTHING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3126254677239928366</id><published>2009-06-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:26:59.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG1Isj8ykI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iTu1hkrqPBs/s1600/Just+the+2+of+us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG1Isj8ykI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iTu1hkrqPBs/s400/Just+the+2+of+us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days can be a total bore, monotonous even at times, and you constantly think and ask yourself why your life is so bland. So uninteresting. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be repetitive, this thing called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, work, homework, dinner. It's all the same everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're living a constant rerun and it seems as if that's the way its going to be, for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special &lt;/span&gt;moments that waken us up. That reminds us that this thing called life, may be more interesting than we actually assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not realize it yet at this time, but things do happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we do has an effect and a consequence. Two minor outcomes that plays a significant role later in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every decision and every action that we do dictates what effect and outcome will play out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately it's us who (with the help of our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, &lt;/span&gt;of course) dictates our future and our direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just always wait patiently and hope that things will go your way all the time. You can't just sit there and hope that someone or something will save you from the monotonicity of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't. Time is too precious to be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the end, you'll just end up regretting not doing it in the first place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3126254677239928366?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3126254677239928366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3126254677239928366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3126254677239928366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3126254677239928366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG1Isj8ykI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iTu1hkrqPBs/s72-c/Just+the+2+of+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3366315435606970980</id><published>2009-06-15T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:52:12.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nba World Champions 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SkEyXQN4VYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ntg3e8-k5Uc/s1600-h/lakers-championship-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SkEyXQN4VYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ntg3e8-k5Uc/s400/lakers-championship-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350613207364425090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long and tiring journey for this Lakers team and words cannot even begin to fathom my happiness for them as a team and as an organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young kid, I've always grown up watching the Lakers. They were my favorite team mainly because of the brotherhood I feel whenever I watch them play as a team and also because I have always felt that we have been blessed to have so many good players as well as genuine individuals on our team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rooted for them when they won the championship three consecutive times in 2000-2002 and dealt with the heartbreaking loss in 2003-2004 when they lost to the young and more athletic Detroit Pistons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck with them through their long yet arduous rebuilding process in the 2005-2007 era watching Kobe trying to will his team to victory every night despite his teammates constantly struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched in panic everytime I saw Kwame Brown touch the ball, only to lose it and turn the ball over, and I jumped for joy when I heard that we acquired Pau Gasol from the Grizzlies a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with them during their 2008 campaign only to be disappointed when they lost in the Nba Finals against the the more aggresive and defensive minded Boston Celtics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as a fan I've been through a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But watching them this season, and finally being able to see them hold the Larry O'Brien trophy really illustrated the culmination of their 7 long and difficult journey back to the top of the pinaccle of the Nba world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this championship means more to me than the ones I witnessed back in the 2000 era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because Kobe has finally won his first championship without Shaq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I've witnessed the adversity this franchise and team had to face in order for them to finally reclaim their spot as the best basketball team in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its that realization that makes this championship much much sweeter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Lakers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3366315435606970980?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3366315435606970980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3366315435606970980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3366315435606970980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3366315435606970980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/06/2009-nba-champs.html' title='Nba World Champions 2009...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SkEyXQN4VYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ntg3e8-k5Uc/s72-c/lakers-championship-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-5532518951565161764</id><published>2009-05-30T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:06:30.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles &amp; the NBA Finals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG6CxMgleI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IcF0VRrkDug/s1600/the+finals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG6CxMgleI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IcF0VRrkDug/s1600/the+finals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG6CxMgleI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IcF0VRrkDug/s320/the+finals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG6fqtDY4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4soHEyHROvo/s1600/roscoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG6fqtDY4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4soHEyHROvo/s320/roscoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not being able to stay updated with my blogs, but lately life is just taking over. School, work, homework and just plain laziness has completely derailed me from writing more that I'd want to but better late than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so today instead of the usual family breakfast, we all decided that it would be a good idea to go to the famous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was completely unsure about the thought of eating chicken and waffles together. I mean c'mon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken AND waffles TOGETHER???&lt;/span&gt; Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was in for an unexpected surprise. The chicken turned out to be perfect. It wasn't to salty nor was it too dry.  Their waffles were also great as well! I would never have suspected how good chicken and waffles can be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good breakfast and I'm most definitely coming back there again one of these days to have seconds, and maybe even thirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The NBA FINALS is officially set as the Orlando Magic just ousted the home team Cleveland Cavaliers to represent the Eastern Conference in the NBA Finals. I can't wait to see how our L.A. Lakers will respond to this tough team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go Lakers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-5532518951565161764?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/5532518951565161764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=5532518951565161764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/5532518951565161764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/5532518951565161764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/05/roscoes-chicken-and-waffles-nba-finals.html' title='Roscoe&apos;s Chicken and Waffles &amp; the NBA Finals...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG6CxMgleI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IcF0VRrkDug/s72-c/the+finals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6463552451804602456</id><published>2009-05-05T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:56:26.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need of Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SgEazm9OSyI/AAAAAAAAAco/nlJ7_qPjZcs/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SgEazm9OSyI/AAAAAAAAAco/nlJ7_qPjZcs/s400/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572907716365090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been feeling uninspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the worst feeling ever because all I want to be is inspired, but I guess I can't always have it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been stuck on the same thing over and over again and I can't seem to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just waiting for my life to go that extra mile. For me to live life on the edge for once in my life. For something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exciting &lt;/span&gt;to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can use a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change &lt;/span&gt;in my life right now, but it's frustrating because I don't know what that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change &lt;/span&gt;exactly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is something different. Someone to remind that life is worth living. Someone to inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6463552451804602456?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6463552451804602456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6463552451804602456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6463552451804602456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6463552451804602456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/05/need-inspiration.html' title='In Need of Inspiration'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SgEazm9OSyI/AAAAAAAAAco/nlJ7_qPjZcs/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-2572108176185925480</id><published>2009-05-02T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:05:06.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SfwEO9C1RjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BbYigVCV1PM/s1600-h/fierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SfwEO9C1RjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BbYigVCV1PM/s400/fierce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331140713850947122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Impressions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a normal part of life and we do it all the time. Sometimes it comes so spontaneously that we end up doing it without even knowing. Whether it's that new kid in your class or your friend's new girlfriend. All of us are guilty of judging people by the first thing they say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that makes me laugh the most is how most of our first impressions that we make are usually wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually when you think about it, a lot of the people that we judge can either surprise or disappoint us in the end by either exceeding or falling below our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the beauty of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm writing about this is because of what happened 2 nights ago. Earlier that day I was chosen to be working at the ticket box with a person that I did not really know. She has been working there for almost a year and she was supposed to train me so that I would be able to do it perfectly once I got the hang of it. But even before setting foot inside, I was already having my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept constantly thinking to myself how I would be able to keep a conversation going with someone that I barely even met and worse, my trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I tried to devise a plan to try to talk to her about random stuff regarding the job and her life. Little did I know that it ended up becoming one of the best "training days" that I've ever got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the story short, we ultimately ended up surprising each other and later confessing that we both had the same initial impressions towards each other at the beginning of the day. We even both said that we expected complete awkwardness towards each other, but in reality it ended up not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was better than expected. And I couldn't have been more surprised and even a little happy that it happened the way it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me realize that just when you think that you have a good grasp of the person, they can possess a totally different  side that you did not see or even expect at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes life more interesting that way. Besides what's life if our first impressions of others are constantly right every time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I would rather have the person prove my first impression wrong than proven right any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes life worth living and unexpected at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't want it any other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-2572108176185925480?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/2572108176185925480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=2572108176185925480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2572108176185925480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2572108176185925480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SfwEO9C1RjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BbYigVCV1PM/s72-c/fierce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7378311561664829621</id><published>2009-04-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:17:57.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Recap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SgEdNMz2VwI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XVp2JVvCN84/s1600-h/Disneyland+278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SgEdNMz2VwI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XVp2JVvCN84/s400/Disneyland+278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332575546397579010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the chance to write as much as I would like to these past few weeks because of everything that has been going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blame it on all sorts of things: School, Work, Homework, Laziness, the list goes on and on. But I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I wanted to make a recap of all the things that I have happened this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, me and my family went to Disneyland for my sister's 10th birthday party. We basically rode all the rides as usual and stayed to watch the fireworks show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had so much fun and I was just happy that I was able to celebrate it with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my Ate Christine got married yesterday with her longtime boyfriend Jeff at Holy Family Church. My whole family attended and it was an overly emotional day seeing her exchanging her wedding vows with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me realize how fast everything is going and our innate lack of sense of time that we all have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had a great time seeing them so happily married and the party kicked off in full gear once we arrived at the Hilton hotel at Glendale for the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming Ate Christine and Jeff (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in their Lakers uniform, Ate Christine (4) Jeff (18) wore the numbers 4 &amp;amp;18 to symbolize the date of their marriage 4/18/09.&lt;/span&gt;)  as they came into the reception was a sea of periwinkle napkins being twirled into the air. It was a sight to behold to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening started with dinner which was then followed by a performance by me and my cousin singing "I Will Be Here." Luckily we did OK despite the lack of time to rehearse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, video montages were played showing the "Childhood Years" of both Ate Christine and Jeff followed by a random "Karate Kid" Spoof by our very own bride and groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the night was filled with fun, excitement, sadness and joy seeing them together happily married and in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening concluded with dancing and the cousins and I went to sleep in the hotel where we watched the Pistons and Cavs replay of Game 1 of the playoffs and then Little Mermaid (random I know, I mean c'mon Little Mermaid? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that is it for now. I will try my best to write more as the days go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more excuses...&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/3697958014725288880-7378311561664829621?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7378311561664829621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7378311561664829621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7378311561664829621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7378311561664829621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-recap.html' title='April Recap...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SgEdNMz2VwI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XVp2JVvCN84/s72-c/Disneyland+278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4850058704204675672</id><published>2009-04-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:03:00.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-X0aYzuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/x5m7uENLrME/s1600-h/15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-X0aYzuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/x5m7uENLrME/s400/15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056701083963106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-XawouBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/K7EuCo5oQAs/s1600-h/12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-XawouBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/K7EuCo5oQAs/s400/12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056694197958674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-4osgdBI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SCPflLBw8XY/s1600-h/picnic+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-4osgdBI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SCPflLBw8XY/s400/picnic+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057264874419218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-4eG5VUI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xtmtfdfTWgM/s1600-h/picnic+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-4eG5VUI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xtmtfdfTWgM/s400/picnic+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057262032311618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-39WAR9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ktKvOnRIocc/s1600-h/picnic+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-39WAR9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ktKvOnRIocc/s400/picnic+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057253237311442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-XJjUVLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fUcLCR6lGi8/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-XJjUVLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fUcLCR6lGi8/s400/6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056689578693810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-W3Ro70I/AAAAAAAAAbo/XRjJnWDLwL4/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-W3Ro70I/AAAAAAAAAbo/XRjJnWDLwL4/s400/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056684672708418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-WCsS7dI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LWaEqyMklYA/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-WCsS7dI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LWaEqyMklYA/s400/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056670557433298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4850058704204675672?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4850058704204675672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4850058704204675672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4850058704204675672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4850058704204675672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sdu-X0aYzuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/x5m7uENLrME/s72-c/15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7311667324602876691</id><published>2009-03-30T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:44:34.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Reasons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SdGs7dUCn8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/KlU88Va1BOM/s1600-h/13+Reasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SdGs7dUCn8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/KlU88Va1BOM/s400/13+Reasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319222772382212034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be called Filipino because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). No matter how bad things get, we always seem to find something positive or something to smile about to keep ourselves going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2). We work hard for our families and value education and success in everything that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3). We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;willing to go that extra mile despite enduring hardships, just to help someone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4). Only in Manila can we go through 2-3 extreme emotions within a span of a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5). Whenever we have visitors over, we go an extra mile to make their stay worth it. Nothing compares to Filipino hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6). We value relationships over material things any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7). Music is an important part of our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8). We have a deep respect for our elders by uniquely addressing them with 'po' and 'opo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9). October pa... pasko na! ( It's only October and Christmas is already here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10). We make the most of a situation.  One piece of chicken is accompanied with four cups of rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11). We have a rich culture that will never die. Plus our FOOD IS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12). We have the perfect combination of street smarts, intellect, compassion, and adaptability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13). We are patient and forgiving.  Because despite the chaos in this world... we still believe in GOD...&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/3697958014725288880-7311667324602876691?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7311667324602876691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7311667324602876691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7311667324602876691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7311667324602876691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/13-reasons.html' title='13 Reasons...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SdGs7dUCn8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/KlU88Va1BOM/s72-c/13+Reasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8078518322756919543</id><published>2009-03-23T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:00:55.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchKb4QlUkI/AAAAAAAAAag/jGKNsxI-Npw/s1600-h/flower+power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchKb4QlUkI/AAAAAAAAAag/jGKNsxI-Npw/s400/flower+power.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581202929734210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes all you want in life is something simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes of peace and quiet would be enough to make me happy right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes even the simplest of things such as peace and quiet seem impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am ready to escape...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8078518322756919543?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8078518322756919543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8078518322756919543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8078518322756919543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8078518322756919543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/escape.html' title='Escape...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchKb4QlUkI/AAAAAAAAAag/jGKNsxI-Npw/s72-c/flower+power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6593613576114800614</id><published>2009-03-21T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:29:11.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchTSmDAceI/AAAAAAAAAbA/c-Lxi-aAXMo/s1600-h/Surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchTSmDAceI/AAAAAAAAAbA/c-Lxi-aAXMo/s400/Surprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316590939026780642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchSsyy8WuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lOk44gWqTSY/s1600-h/Cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchSsyy8WuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lOk44gWqTSY/s400/Cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316590289614035682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchSsmbPxbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/L2gR4g4ufKg/s1600-h/Cousins+plus+Isa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchSsmbPxbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/L2gR4g4ufKg/s400/Cousins+plus+Isa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316590286293419442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchSsZTQbSI/AAAAAAAAAao/3z2umJOrfSE/s1600-h/Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchSsZTQbSI/AAAAAAAAAao/3z2umJOrfSE/s400/Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316590282770246946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6593613576114800614?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6593613576114800614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6593613576114800614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6593613576114800614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6593613576114800614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SchTSmDAceI/AAAAAAAAAbA/c-Lxi-aAXMo/s72-c/Surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4503730906438814253</id><published>2009-03-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:52:37.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Sis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScKvehfn4RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3w_BnJDAEP0/s1600-h/krystel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScKvehfn4RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3w_BnJDAEP0/s400/krystel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315003449172549906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY little sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4503730906438814253?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4503730906438814253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4503730906438814253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4503730906438814253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4503730906438814253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-little-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Sis...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScKvehfn4RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3w_BnJDAEP0/s72-c/krystel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-9076894344129506550</id><published>2009-03-18T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:04:15.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Think, Sometimes I Don't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScG0DOtkH_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EAARRn1v9Z4/s1600-h/Sometimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScG0DOtkH_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EAARRn1v9Z4/s400/Sometimes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314727002855710706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I think, sometimes I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact of life and we all face it one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this desperate moment you must also choose your direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you fight to stay on the path while others tell you who you are? Or will you&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; label&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink5" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.classictvquotes.com/quotes/shows/one-tree-hill/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(173, 7, 0) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:helvetica,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(173, 7, 0) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:helvetica,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be honored by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning you choose to move forward or to simply give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to choose what path we will take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, what will you do when you finally face it head on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-9076894344129506550?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/9076894344129506550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=9076894344129506550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/9076894344129506550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/9076894344129506550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-think-sometimes-i-dont.html' title='Sometimes I Think, Sometimes I Don&apos;t...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScG0DOtkH_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EAARRn1v9Z4/s72-c/Sometimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4939075547037646247</id><published>2009-03-17T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:38:06.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Matt Jason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG3l3_wJiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XdncbxBHPDQ/s1600/OLDIES+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG3l3_wJiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XdncbxBHPDQ/s400/OLDIES+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are only a few people in this world that are lucky enough to be blessed with a younger brother, but even fewer people that can honestly say that they can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look up&lt;/span&gt; to their younger brother as opposed to always looking down on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is no exception to that few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the quirky, eccentric, random, and really &lt;i&gt;funny&lt;/i&gt; little brother that he is, he can be a little bit annoying once in a while. (OK more than that just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he backs it up with great intelligence, humor, grace, and perseverance in everything that he sets his mind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple those characteristics with his winning attitude and a headstrong mindset and there you have the makings of my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everything you hate and love in a little brother, but I wouldn't trade that for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to inspire me to keep trying to be the best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big brother&lt;/span&gt; that I can be, and I am more than proud seeing him become the person that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what makes him who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  I couldn't be any happier knowing that he is my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Matt Jason...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4939075547037646247?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4939075547037646247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4939075547037646247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4939075547037646247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4939075547037646247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-matt-jason.html' title='Meet Matt Jason...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG3l3_wJiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XdncbxBHPDQ/s72-c/OLDIES+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3816818242859521608</id><published>2009-03-17T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:15:45.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Purple and Gold Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sb_5zpVWVSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oe8j9X7Fa5o/s1600-h/st.+patrick%27s+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sb_5zpVWVSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oe8j9X7Fa5o/s400/st.+patrick%27s+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314240750984516898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day everybody! Well almost everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I've always made it a priority to wear "green" every year on St. Patrick's Day. But this year, I'm starting to have second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As any Lakers fan, I am still bummed out from what happened to us at the 2008 Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing in the Finals is one thing, but losing to our most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; rival is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, the color "green" has come to symbolize much more than just a color to me, and if you are a die-hard Lakers fan as myself, then you all know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year instead of saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt;", I'll be saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Purple and Gold Day&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F#*K BOSTON CELTICS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;)" in support of my Los Angeles Lakers and their quest for another ring here in L.A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I get a few pinches here and there, well then I guess I can live with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;p.s. Oh by the way, I went to the store to buy some Blue Books for my test and the cost equaled $4.97. So I paid with a $5.00 bill and of course I was expecting 3 cents back. I was surprised when the girl cashier gave me $2.03 cents back!!! SO I ENDED UP GETTING 2 EXTRA BUCKS! Haha,  just wanted to share that with everyone. I still can't believe that happened! I swear that never happens LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3816818242859521608?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3816818242859521608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3816818242859521608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3816818242859521608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3816818242859521608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-purple-and-gold-day.html' title='Happy Purple and Gold Day...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sb_5zpVWVSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oe8j9X7Fa5o/s72-c/st.+patrick%27s+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6734437903029220928</id><published>2009-03-16T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:32:42.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sb76neB1VDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RDzuAuPS0Rk/s1600-h/Jonathan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sb76neB1VDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RDzuAuPS0Rk/s400/Jonathan.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313960166326359090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's in a Name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is something that we use that to describe the type of person we are, or something that we use to hide who we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name given to us is not by mere coincidence but rather an alias, an identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An identity that makes us who we are, what foods we like, and the choices we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our name is everything that gives us meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is that realization that ultimately makes us who we are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6734437903029220928?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6734437903029220928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6734437903029220928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6734437903029220928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6734437903029220928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-name-is-is-something-that-we.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sb76neB1VDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RDzuAuPS0Rk/s72-c/Jonathan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8131557396423211832</id><published>2009-03-10T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:17:01.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Undefined...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SbcIXVIpZkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PfzMNXd0DSg/s1600-h/Old+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SbcIXVIpZkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PfzMNXd0DSg/s400/Old+people.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311723482410214978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There comes a time in everyone's life when they wake up one morning and don't recognize the face of the other person staring right back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing why or how they ended up where they are, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing just how fast time can change someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looks are only skin deep. Beauty will be forever defined through the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's that soul that will continue to grow and live despite earthly limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty on the outside is very easy to be described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be ugly, pretty, cute, perky or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty inside, the soul, is something that cannot be easily expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul will always be beauty undefined...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8131557396423211832?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8131557396423211832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8131557396423211832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8131557396423211832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8131557396423211832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-undefined.html' title='Beauty Undefined...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SbcIXVIpZkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PfzMNXd0DSg/s72-c/Old+people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-2003369640712577484</id><published>2009-03-08T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:34:16.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SbSOESdoUZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vunIA8c_9d0/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SbSOESdoUZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vunIA8c_9d0/s400/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311026064903393682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in your life when all you see around you is negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;have usually stands out much more to us than the things we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blessed &lt;/span&gt;to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are naturally selfish and that's how its always going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there also comes a time when the most unexpected thing can turn your whole perspective around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the things that don't make sense at first, makes the most sense in the end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-2003369640712577484?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/2003369640712577484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=2003369640712577484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2003369640712577484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2003369640712577484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/unexpected.html' title='The Unexpected...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SbSOESdoUZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vunIA8c_9d0/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8221052562450132304</id><published>2009-03-02T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:34:07.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SazCGwxzJ9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/bZQCb_9oU-4/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SazCGwxzJ9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/bZQCb_9oU-4/s400/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308831482191751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if anything's absolute anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is There Still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is everything negotiable,left to interpretation, grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes things simply catch up to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8221052562450132304?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8221052562450132304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8221052562450132304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8221052562450132304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8221052562450132304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SazCGwxzJ9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/bZQCb_9oU-4/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-528958254270115896</id><published>2009-03-01T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:33:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Set, Cue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sat8XqK4DTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kkWsEY5NdTI/s1600-h/Cue+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sat8XqK4DTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kkWsEY5NdTI/s400/Cue+days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308473331685002546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye February, Hello March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but February has been a lethargic month to me for some reason. It was probably just a lack of interesting stuff to write about, but none the less it was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile since my last post, so I felt like I needed to write something to help make up for it, especially for this past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it wasn't because February was an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; month, it was just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy &lt;/span&gt;month to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to start, yesterday I took my siblings and Celynne out to celebrate her 12th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Celynne! The day began as I had to pick up my sister and brother from choir practice (whoopee, sarcastic cough lol), only to find out that she had to stay and extra 30 MINUTES for an EXTENDED REHEARSAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, talk about unexpected. ( Thanks a lot Krystel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when she finally got out of choir we went out to get some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juice It Up! &lt;/span&gt;(yummy) and then went out to go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cue! Studios&lt;/span&gt; for some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to backtrack, this was my first time driving to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cue!, &lt;/span&gt;so I wasn't sure where and how to get there. So I relied on my sister's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sense of direction &lt;/span&gt;to help me get us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man what an adventure ( well, not really an adventure, more like a nightmare cause we got lost more than once while finding that damn place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, after maybe 35 mins. of getting lost, frustrated, angry, hungry, tired, and questioning each other's sense of direction ( Krystel again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough cough) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we finally arrived. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we stepped inside, let's just say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chaos &lt;/span&gt;ensued. My siblings were running everywhere, marveled at the many Japanese photobooths that were in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't stop laughing at each other, especially when we couldn't read the damn instructions! All we did was press buttons, whether it was right or wrong. We just waited for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3..2...1.. Flash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst was yet to come, (drumroll please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The editing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I swear we must have spent a good solid HOUR of editing our photos! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I put a heart there?" Hey I like that effect!" Ewww, no I don't like that! Take that out!" &lt;/span&gt;Haha. You had to be there to see how lame we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really fun, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having so much fun at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cue! Studios, &lt;/span&gt;everyone decided that they wanted to get a bite to eat. But Celynne told me that she wanted to go to Best Buy to buy something for her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to Best Buy where she got what she wanted to get for her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, we decided to get some dinner. Everyone decided that they wanted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Islands&lt;/span&gt; so we drove there to get some good burgers and fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man where we stuffed after that, me especially ( I basically ordered 4 sliders and I only ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2! How pathetic is that right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even more pathetic was figuring out the tip! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after having a good dinner, we decided to call it a day. We drove back home, tired from the day's adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celynne even slept in the car on the drive back. It was the cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, that was the only thing I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that she had fun made the car trip, detours, arguments, and jokes, even more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Celynne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-528958254270115896?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/528958254270115896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=528958254270115896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/528958254270115896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/528958254270115896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/03/ready-set-cue.html' title='Ready, Set, Cue!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/Sat8XqK4DTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kkWsEY5NdTI/s72-c/Cue+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-433580754400399998</id><published>2009-02-16T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:31:54.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change for the Better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZpTrlJHl2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/tbEswgXZx-Y/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZpTrlJHl2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/tbEswgXZx-Y/s400/change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643519352018786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;v., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To alter; to make different; to cause to pass from one state to another; as, to change the position, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;, or appearance of a thing; to change the countenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change has been an underlying trend that has begun to take interest from a lot of people here in our society. We've seen it everywhere, from the clothing styles to the attitudes of the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is here, and it seems that it's here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was Valentine's day, but it ended up becoming much more than just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day that I finally gotten something off my chest for so long. For 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day that I actually told my dad everything. Everything that I have felt towards him, the good and the bad. His accomplishments and his shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, if given the choice to do things over again. I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was his mistakes that ultimately made me realize the type of father I hope to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of father I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm giving him another chance on making things right again, and so far he has changed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dramatically&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he stays that way, because that was the type of father I've always wanted all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that it took 18 years for him to realize that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-433580754400399998?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/433580754400399998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=433580754400399998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/433580754400399998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/433580754400399998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-for-better.html' title='Change for the Better...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZpTrlJHl2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/tbEswgXZx-Y/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-793073622554178143</id><published>2009-02-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:20:25.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 2 for 1 Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZKG38u6ApI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GqDH02rnh0Q/s1600-h/coraline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZKG38u6ApI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GqDH02rnh0Q/s400/coraline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301448007122289298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today while searching for a new job, I learned that the Mann Theater is now offering 2 for 1 Tuesday which basically means that whenever you buy 1 ticket you get another 1 free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the sheer excitement when I found out the news, so I totally made sure I was going to take advantage of this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my little sister Kriselle because she wanted to really wanted to watch this movie and because I remember reading the book many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we get to the theaters to find out that the "2 for 1 Tuesday" deal does not apply to 3D movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; right?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was still a very good and entertaining movie to watch, even if I had to spend an extra $10.00 to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her smile was more than enough for me...&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/3697958014725288880-793073622554178143?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/793073622554178143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=793073622554178143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/793073622554178143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/793073622554178143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-today-while-searching-for-new-job-i.html' title='Almost 2 for 1 Tuesday...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZKG38u6ApI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GqDH02rnh0Q/s72-c/coraline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-872694861315741202</id><published>2009-02-10T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:36:17.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScAJuZ7itUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uVlyjJx4FGs/s1600-h/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScAJuZ7itUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uVlyjJx4FGs/s400/teddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314258253136442690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, it's raining and it's cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something seems to warm my heart,&lt;br /&gt;it's the feeling of you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your scent, every bit of your touch, keeps me inspired,&lt;br /&gt;my voice sings louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you and only you, the girl that's one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I, don't, know what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in your eyes, I'm just another friend to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand out from the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing harder, my heart beats faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look and you say hello,&lt;br /&gt;I stand there smiling, but you leave not knowing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in your eyes, I'm just another friend to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I tried and tried, but you couldn't really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we can be more than this, than what we are currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it won't stop me. No it won't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in your eyes, I'll always be a friend to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;* This is a song I wrote a couple of days ago talking about love that doesn't neccesarily go both ways. It's dedicated to every person that has ever loved their friend much more than  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;just a friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*Song &amp;amp; Video to come shortly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-872694861315741202?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/872694861315741202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=872694861315741202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/872694861315741202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/872694861315741202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-another-friend.html' title='Just Another Friend...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScAJuZ7itUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uVlyjJx4FGs/s72-c/teddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-2560001650656709243</id><published>2009-02-09T12:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:18:18.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Shoot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOqk7z6AI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cStrKJRv5rw/s1600-h/MODEL+PICTURES+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOqk7z6AI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cStrKJRv5rw/s400/MODEL+PICTURES+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300893623535265794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOqSIG3xI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kiv7Xg0RQyI/s1600-h/MODEL+PICTURES+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOqSIG3xI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kiv7Xg0RQyI/s400/MODEL+PICTURES+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300893618486566674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOqLXxuZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cYOhFYtvoao/s1600-h/MODEL+PICTURES+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOqLXxuZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cYOhFYtvoao/s400/MODEL+PICTURES+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300893616673241490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOpw6MNPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7kAGOv6ehzA/s1600-h/MODEL+PICTURES+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOpw6MNPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7kAGOv6ehzA/s400/MODEL+PICTURES+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300893609569826034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you get when you have a cold Sunday Afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;A head full of ideas,&lt;br /&gt;and a camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This...&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/3697958014725288880-2560001650656709243?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/2560001650656709243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=2560001650656709243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2560001650656709243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2560001650656709243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-shoot.html' title='Let&apos;s Shoot...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SZCOqk7z6AI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cStrKJRv5rw/s72-c/MODEL+PICTURES+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8623557144728380725</id><published>2009-02-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:30:45.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That Boston Part 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYvBNxkGAiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qMVVMGQtlhA/s1600-h/Kobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYvBNxkGAiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qMVVMGQtlhA/s400/Kobe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299541828918706722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYvBNljvgNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UZ564MDsp3Y/s1600-h/odom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYvBNljvgNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UZ564MDsp3Y/s400/odom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299541825696006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another meeting, another great game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they said we aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that Rondo, Garnett and Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe and his Lakers knows what's up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LaL 110&lt;br /&gt;Bos 109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8623557144728380725?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8623557144728380725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8623557144728380725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8623557144728380725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8623557144728380725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-that-part-2.html' title='Take That Boston Part 2...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYvBNxkGAiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qMVVMGQtlhA/s72-c/Kobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3892117165065693224</id><published>2009-01-31T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:30:12.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday at the Americana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSIXfZtjJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iqJYidrMoBk/s1600-h/Friday+Night+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSIXfZtjJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iqJYidrMoBk/s400/Friday+Night+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297508998842256530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSIXKPvbxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bUGQEPUKUF8/s1600-h/Friday+Night+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSIXKPvbxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bUGQEPUKUF8/s400/Friday+Night+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297508993163292434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHHj_CTII/AAAAAAAAAVw/kV8-3dRastA/s1600-h/Friday+Night+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHHj_CTII/AAAAAAAAAVw/kV8-3dRastA/s400/Friday+Night+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507625683012738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHH4mZtYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FvUXyqK1z9M/s1600-h/Friday+Night+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHH4mZtYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FvUXyqK1z9M/s400/Friday+Night+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507631216833922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHH3t_gjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nwE4Px4UhW0/s1600-h/Friday+Night+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHH3t_gjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nwE4Px4UhW0/s400/Friday+Night+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507630980235826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHHIDsu1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/7rwvf6ZT700/s1600-h/Friday+Night+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHHIDsu1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/7rwvf6ZT700/s400/Friday+Night+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507618186378066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHG_2jrFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qpjBvdJ7adI/s1600-h/Friday+Night+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSHG_2jrFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qpjBvdJ7adI/s400/Friday+Night+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507615983774802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday 1/30/ 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to hang out with old friends, make new ones, and just having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday worth remebering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the Uninvited was pretty entertaining to watch, especially watching my sister kicking Martin every 5 seconds. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3892117165065693224?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3892117165065693224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3892117165065693224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3892117165065693224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3892117165065693224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-at-americana.html' title='Friday at the Americana...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SYSIXfZtjJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iqJYidrMoBk/s72-c/Friday+Night+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-5907110027771226635</id><published>2009-01-29T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:29:54.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hated, Forgotten, Loved...</title><content type='html'>Dear _______,&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few handful of people that I can truly say has affected me the way you have. You and I never really gotten along, but its not like I didn't &lt;span&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Don't be angry about this.  After all it was &lt;span&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that made me realize that I can be better than who I was. I hate you. But I'm glad that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear _______,&lt;br /&gt;Remember me? We sat next to each other in 5th grade. No? Well I know we have drifted apart since the last time we've met. But that doesn't mean that I have forgotten you. It's just sad knowing that as we grew up, we couldn't continue to build on what we've established many years ago. Always remember that I will always be here, waiting if you want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catch up. &lt;/span&gt;After all, I never really forgotten you. You did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear _______,&lt;br /&gt;There are no words in the dictionary that can justify my feelings towards you. You have constantly been there for me despite the rough times and I will always be grateful to you for being there for me whenever I needed you. You are the reason I am the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't say it enough, but I should. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* There are 3 types of people that I consider a part of everyone. These people are the hated, the forgotten, and the loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decide for yourself who you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-5907110027771226635?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/5907110027771226635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=5907110027771226635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/5907110027771226635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/5907110027771226635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear.html' title='Hated, Forgotten, Loved...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7079557152971627855</id><published>2009-01-27T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:39:12.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Brianne Lynne...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScCk_MRo7RI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2OUJwzt2rHQ/s1600-h/Baby+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScCk_MRo7RI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2OUJwzt2rHQ/s400/Baby+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314428965831109906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScCSQbShWnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/97_yn03ceUU/s1600-h/Baby+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScCSQbShWnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/97_yn03ceUU/s400/Baby+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314408371198188146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A baby will make love stronger, days shorter,                    nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier,                    the past forgotten, and the future worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world Brianne Lynne Hebron...&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/3697958014725288880-7079557152971627855?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7079557152971627855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7079557152971627855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7079557152971627855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7079557152971627855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-world.html' title='Meet Brianne Lynne...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ScCk_MRo7RI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2OUJwzt2rHQ/s72-c/Baby+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7549596143562920888</id><published>2009-01-26T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:21:14.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night Panda and Cinnabon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SX6PcSMSTkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/s4b8HcMwXqM/s1600-h/Life+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SX6PcSMSTkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/s4b8HcMwXqM/s400/Life+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295827927916760642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time was approximately 4:40 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place, my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem? Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taco Bell? Burger King? Togos maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The indecision turned out too be pretty entertaining as we went out to get some food, and maybe a little adventure haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Express, a box full of Cinnabons and a whole mess of totally random pics and videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;P.S. Congratulations to Tito Bryan, Tita Cookie, and Celynne for the arrival of their 2nd child, named Brianne Lynn Hebron!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-68773d9311b03960" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68773d9311b03960%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331134727%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D240FD4638C93EAE1C2141B9968B29BF0038BA0C9.408A0FE21D9949C33DFE0C7EF086226554AEA7ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68773d9311b03960%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsD_Ky_KkblxFO5t5TKBtq8sHBgI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68773d9311b03960%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331134727%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D240FD4638C93EAE1C2141B9968B29BF0038BA0C9.408A0FE21D9949C33DFE0C7EF086226554AEA7ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68773d9311b03960%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsD_Ky_KkblxFO5t5TKBtq8sHBgI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-7549596143562920888?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=68773d9311b03960&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7549596143562920888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7549596143562920888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7549596143562920888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7549596143562920888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-night-panda-and-cinnabon.html' title='Monday Night Panda and Cinnabon...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SX6PcSMSTkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/s4b8HcMwXqM/s72-c/Life+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6997541242476601020</id><published>2009-01-24T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:28:00.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got Magic to Do Just for You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzkc4CfgsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MDBaNM-wwjw/s1600-h/family+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzkc4CfgsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MDBaNM-wwjw/s400/family+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295358446611169986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzkcSBFa7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/MY_g9LnpDXw/s1600-h/family+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzkcSBFa7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/MY_g9LnpDXw/s400/family+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295358436404718514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzkcAmKZBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TXk0rpOFPbc/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzkcAmKZBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TXk0rpOFPbc/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295358431728395282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzHhxsp0vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9YuCrKCyang/s1600-h/filipino+squared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzHhxsp0vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9YuCrKCyang/s400/filipino+squared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295326644971098866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzHh_rWFBI/AAAAAAAAATw/Xi6V7MO31vA/s1600-h/everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzHh_rWFBI/AAAAAAAAATw/Xi6V7MO31vA/s400/everyone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295326648723706898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As gloomy and as cold as it was tonight, it did not stop me from enjoying one of the most interesting musicals I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from watching the play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pippin &lt;/span&gt;at St. Francis High School where I was able to reunite with a lot of my old friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those guys. They never cease to brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I really liked the show. The songs were catchy, the choreography was unbelievable and the cast was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it really made me realize how much I really miss being up there and performing. But hey, all things must come to an end right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, then how would you know how meaningful it is in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without letting it go, we will never know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6997541242476601020?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6997541242476601020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6997541242476601020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6997541242476601020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6997541242476601020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-got-magic-to-dojust-for-you.html' title='We&apos;ve Got Magic to Do Just for You...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXzkc4CfgsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MDBaNM-wwjw/s72-c/family+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8813021993305221383</id><published>2009-01-23T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:23:05.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, more Rain and Brad Pitt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXp_9dktlaI/AAAAAAAAATg/Gn2ocjh-LzM/s1600-h/curious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXp_9dktlaI/AAAAAAAAATg/Gn2ocjh-LzM/s400/curious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294685005814797730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain and more rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my entire day today as boring as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button &lt;/span&gt;and I must say that I really enjoyed it. The ending however didn't really justify the type of movie that I felt it was but, what can you do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all great movie with wonderful life lessons that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all of us &lt;/span&gt;can take time to reflect on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your life is defined by its opportunities... even the ones you miss..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8813021993305221383?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8813021993305221383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8813021993305221383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8813021993305221383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8813021993305221383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/rain-rain-and-brad-pitt.html' title='Rain, more Rain and Brad Pitt...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXp_9dktlaI/AAAAAAAAATg/Gn2ocjh-LzM/s72-c/curious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4583228711077134453</id><published>2009-01-21T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:26:17.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the Good Ole' Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXgXDh366yI/AAAAAAAAATA/HnXG_ha6Uvw/s1600-h/bleh+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXgRLVwUk_I/AAAAAAAAARg/I5iCQSv0LRc/s400/bleh+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294000248490071026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXgT6tTpdcI/AAAAAAAAASY/wFaQu00uj8s/s1600-h/bleh+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXgT6tTpdcI/AAAAAAAAASY/wFaQu00uj8s/s400/bleh+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294003261289362882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are not only made but remembered through the people that shared it with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4583228711077134453?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4583228711077134453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4583228711077134453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4583228711077134453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4583228711077134453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-good-ole-days.html' title='Missing the Good Ole&apos; Days...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXgXDh366yI/AAAAAAAAATA/HnXG_ha6Uvw/s72-c/bleh+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-1164034542733459071</id><published>2009-01-20T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:24:41.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Meant Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXa7MzeY6KI/AAAAAAAAARY/E3szOmJHhPM/s1600-h/hands+hold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXa7MzeY6KI/AAAAAAAAARY/E3szOmJHhPM/s400/hands+hold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293624240671090850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye is what she said&lt;br /&gt;when she said I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Cause I tried, but I cant hide the tears&lt;br /&gt;that fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello with a little wink&lt;br /&gt;What would she think of me&lt;br /&gt;And oh she smiled&lt;br /&gt;give me her name&lt;br /&gt;But who would have thought i would be singing here&lt;br /&gt;with all this pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close one more night&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close one more time&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm dying on the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-1164034542733459071?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/1164034542733459071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=1164034542733459071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1164034542733459071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1164034542733459071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-meant-goodbye.html' title='Sorry Meant Goodbye...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXa7MzeY6KI/AAAAAAAAARY/E3szOmJHhPM/s72-c/hands+hold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6711653392437465543</id><published>2009-01-18T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:18:02.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Lasts Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXQpE6hwMYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_hKiQuWabFA/s1600-h/msmc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXQpE6hwMYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_hKiQuWabFA/s400/msmc.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292900626474217858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;Dysfunction between you and me&lt;br /&gt;We must free up these tired souls&lt;br /&gt;Before the sadness kills us both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;It may not last but I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't care&lt;br /&gt;And you show up&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there&lt;br /&gt;But I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;And you want to&lt;br /&gt;Still afraid that I will desert you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every word whispered&lt;br /&gt;We get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;And nothing lasts forever,&lt;br /&gt;But be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6711653392437465543?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6711653392437465543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6711653392437465543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6711653392437465543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6711653392437465543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing Lasts Forever...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SXQpE6hwMYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_hKiQuWabFA/s72-c/msmc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3660591667561219260</id><published>2009-01-15T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:24:10.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver's License and Wisdom Teeth ( UPDATE)...</title><content type='html'>JAN. 14th. 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY got my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driver's License&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT TIME RIGHT? SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can finally get some food without asking my parents to take me or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good, but I get too over excited to go out. I'll just take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels nice having this new found sense of independence laid on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you GOD for actually believing in  me and trusting me to get my license. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't all good though.  I also get 4 WISDOM TEETH taken out and it hurts like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;! It hurts so much, and it doesn't help that my cheeks are swollen as well. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. Onto much needed Vicodin and countless hours of movies and persistent pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Update&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (Jan. 18, 2009)  Today is day 4 since I've had my oral surgery and my mouth is feeling a lot better now. The swelling has gone significantly down but I still can't eat much of the food that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to get some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real  &lt;/span&gt;food once I am fully healed. I AM SO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of having my wisdom teeth removed,  I have been unable to do much around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been literally lying on my bed and have seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;movies during this past 4 days. It's kinda sad but in my defense, I'm not allowed to do much activity due to the amount of blood that might build up in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of movies that have resulted due to doing NOTHING basically, for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Chuck&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;Just in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter 5&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 1,2,3&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention many more boring hours on the computer, playing my guitar, and napping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that has been my routine basically for 4 days, now going on 5 tomorrow. I just can't wait to get better and finally start EATING... REAL FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can stand soup one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3660591667561219260?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3660591667561219260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3660591667561219260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3660591667561219260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3660591667561219260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/drivers-license-and-wisdom-teeth.html' title='Driver&apos;s License and Wisdom Teeth ( UPDATE)...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7226254875702735412</id><published>2009-01-12T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:22:41.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl in my Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SWvaljbIE1I/AAAAAAAAARI/CSmNTgUc-cw/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SWvaljbIE1I/AAAAAAAAARI/CSmNTgUc-cw/s400/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290562525975810898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you were,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiling right at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile back not knowing how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They leave and you hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't how what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave together only to find solace in a cold dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lips meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at each other, smiling uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you if you'll be mine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes shine to look upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never met anybody as beautiful as you." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fingers intertwine as the day comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:49 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear footsteps enter my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dyson&lt;/span&gt; greets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in that short moment you made me happier than I've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't stop thinking about you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-7226254875702735412?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7226254875702735412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7226254875702735412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7226254875702735412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7226254875702735412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-in-my-dreams.html' title='The Girl in my Dreams...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SWvaljbIE1I/AAAAAAAAARI/CSmNTgUc-cw/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6451162878858159143</id><published>2009-01-08T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:28:51.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love That Will Last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SWbqNyv4f_I/AAAAAAAAARA/rceP9Pelv-M/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+with+the+BBQ+Family+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SWbqNyv4f_I/AAAAAAAAARA/rceP9Pelv-M/s400/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+with+the+BBQ+Family+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289172335075033074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to wish my parents Alma and Rey, a Happy 20th Wedding Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both very much and thank you for everything&lt;br /&gt;you have sacrificed to give us the life we have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to 20 years of love, happiness, and memorable occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations ma and pa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6451162878858159143?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6451162878858159143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6451162878858159143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6451162878858159143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6451162878858159143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-that-will-last.html' title='A Love That Will Last...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SWbqNyv4f_I/AAAAAAAAARA/rceP9Pelv-M/s72-c/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+with+the+BBQ+Family+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6064425704798962437</id><published>2009-01-04T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:26:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year's Resolution...</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging for awhile but life is just so difficult these days without a working computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways as a way of making it up, I decided to dedicate this blog on what I feel this new year will bring as well as what has been happening in my life as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off I have been feeling a little sick lately due to the weather and also because I kind of felt that I was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overdue" &lt;/span&gt;since I don't think I've ever gotten sick this past year. But anyways I'm feeling loads better now thanks to countless hours of bed rest and movie watching woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people are excited for 2009 as I am. It's another chance for us to not only change ourselves but hopefully the lives of the people around us as well. As result, many people that I know are making "New year's resolutions" to hopefully achieve what they want this coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's wonderful and all but for me, I've never actually believed in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"New year's resolution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why? I guess it's just something I don't really believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I tried making a New year's resolution for myself. I made up this long descriptive list of what I wanted to accomplish by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it was all said and done, I failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really really bad. &lt;/span&gt;I think I only accomplished 2 of the 20 things I listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the years went by I kinda embraced the fact that instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forcing myself &lt;/span&gt;to achieve each and every goal I want each year, sometimes it is just better to take life slowly, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds corny and all but it's something that I have grown to embrace as I've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also because, I hate it when I see and hear people making &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the exact same resolution&lt;/span&gt; as last year, and hoping that the next year will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why people need to wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a specific day to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying, " I'll wait till Christmas to actually start being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;generous and nice to people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes those days different than any other days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, plus if you can't get it the first few years, chances are you just end up forgetting about it or you become too lazy to even think about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, keeping a resolution is freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard! &lt;/span&gt;I tried and failed but I'm not saying I gave up. I just found it way easier for me to take life as it comes as opposed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making myself&lt;/span&gt; accomplish so many things in 365 days. Life is just easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't feel bad in the end if I don't succeed because I never made any promises to myself in the first place. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But to all the people that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; successful in their New year's resolutions,  I applaud you for not only keeping your resolutions but accomplishing them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause like I said above, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of a resolution, I've decided to make a list of what I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;09'&lt;/span&gt; will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2009 will bring a year of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for Jeff and Ate Christine's wedding&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;companionship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for anyone needing a friend to love and care for&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in families that are facing difficult times&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the importance of one's mistakes&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because we need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; more than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that the year 2009 will bring this and all our aspirations to life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6064425704798962437?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6064425704798962437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6064425704798962437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6064425704798962437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6064425704798962437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Year&apos;s Resolution...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-9000005486757327239</id><published>2008-12-30T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:31:50.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Rachel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG2pTPuVII/AAAAAAAAAfw/OXPlm83sZdA/s1600/me+and+rachel%21%21%21%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG2pTPuVII/AAAAAAAAAfw/OXPlm83sZdA/s400/me+and+rachel%21%21%21%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few girls in my life that can rarely put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to be extremely smart, funny, witty, and hilarious to usually get my attention, and this girl is one of the select few that I can truly say does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I talk to her, I can detect a sense of wisdom and understanding that is well advanced for her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has gone through numerous hardships and struggles in her life but as one of the many strong people I know, she just perseveres through all her adversities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life would not have been complete if she did not come into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other little sister at heart&lt;/span&gt; that never ceases to amaze me and for that I truly love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Rachel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-9000005486757327239?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/9000005486757327239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=9000005486757327239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/9000005486757327239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/9000005486757327239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-are-few-girls-in-my-life-that-can.html' title='Meet Rachel...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SwG2pTPuVII/AAAAAAAAAfw/OXPlm83sZdA/s72-c/me+and+rachel%21%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8033156514084721736</id><published>2008-12-25T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:44:43.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lakers &amp; Celtics: Rivalry Renewed..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SVR9MZbJ4HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nzlOit33sL0/s1600-h/kobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SVR9MZbJ4HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nzlOit33sL0/s400/kobe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283985914749116530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakers &amp;amp; Celtics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words necessary to describe the intensity that was felt during this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply  amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Score:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAL 92&lt;br /&gt;BOS 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8033156514084721736?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8033156514084721736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8033156514084721736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8033156514084721736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8033156514084721736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/lakers-celtics-rivalry-renewed.html' title='&quot;Lakers &amp; Celtics: Rivalry Renewed...&quot;'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SVR9MZbJ4HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nzlOit33sL0/s72-c/kobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3622694839069159167</id><published>2008-12-25T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:29:57.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Santa Claus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SVNfX_KRgWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QslVd0NmVuU/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SVNfX_KRgWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QslVd0NmVuU/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283671653531877730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FINALLY HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know why but this Christmas season seemed to go by really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was hardly any Christmas spirit, which was a sad thing but I guess understandable due to the economic crisis that we are facing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no worries, &lt;/span&gt;because I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;enjoying Christmas! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just came back from the midnight mass at our church and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACKED &lt;/span&gt;as usual, but nonetheless spiritually invigorating, for lack of better words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back from mass, we all couldn't wait to go back to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slowly unlocked our doors and guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANTA&lt;/span&gt; has delivered &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gifts!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually surprised this year because despite what my little sister and brother asked for Christmas (which was a SpongeBob magazine for my sister, and a vacuum for my brother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also received a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRAND NEW SONY PLASMA TV TOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A BRAND NEW SONY PLASMA TV&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right? I can't believe it too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, right now we are just enjoying each other's company while my mom prepares food for all of us to sit around and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmmmm. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK well that's it for now, but here's something I found important this Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought the spirit of Christmas was absent this year, God reminds me that it never actually leaves us but rather lives with us through the people we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; about the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the most important thing, and today couldn't be anymore fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I would just like to wish everyone a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WONDERFUL and MERRY CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;with your family and the ones you love, and know that the spirit of Christmas will always be alive through the people that continually surrounds and inspires you to be good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will...&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/3697958014725288880-3622694839069159167?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3622694839069159167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3622694839069159167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3622694839069159167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3622694839069159167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-comes-santa-claus.html' title='Here Comes Santa Claus...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SVNfX_KRgWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QslVd0NmVuU/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-1017485745493643650</id><published>2008-12-22T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:13:02.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Celynne...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SU9Sh1JDMNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rtD53gpGNx0/s1600-h/me+and+cel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SU9Sh1JDMNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rtD53gpGNx0/s400/me+and+cel+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282531629083078866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have not only been blessed to have such a loving family but also a caring 2nd family that continues to be a significant part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the few girls that has made a big impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unique in every aspect of the word and possesses a sense of joy and innocence that is lacking in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her constant positive outlook on life is always a breath of fresh air whenever I am around her and I love her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be short in stature, but has a heart that is capable of loving unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what makes her the type of friend everybody would want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of everything that is good in life and strengthens my belief that good things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; come in small packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my little sister at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Celynne...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-1017485745493643650?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/1017485745493643650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=1017485745493643650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1017485745493643650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1017485745493643650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-celynne.html' title='Meet Celynne...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SU9Sh1JDMNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rtD53gpGNx0/s72-c/me+and+cel+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-1280741040018991845</id><published>2008-12-18T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:07:54.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Sorry...</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in our lives that truly hurt.&lt;br /&gt;These are the times that leave you confused, scared, helpless, and afraid of what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to explain how difficult it is for me to see their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain,&lt;/span&gt; their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anguish,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;their disappointment in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All i can think is how big of a failure I am for allowing them to endure such heartache.&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sorry&lt;/span&gt; for not making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for the hardships you had to endure because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sorry&lt;/span&gt; for hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sorry &lt;/span&gt;for everything that I have done that fell short of your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sorry&lt;/span&gt; for disappointing you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it my all a&lt;/span&gt;nd sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my all&lt;/span&gt;  falls short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know saying 'sorry' doesn't make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't give me another shot at the mistakes that I have done nor my various shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i hope for is that you forgive me for it and for accepting me despite my failures.&lt;br /&gt;That is all i can ever want and hope to receive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend wrote a post in Facebook  saying how God does not throw things at you if He knows you can't handle it. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly believe that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I did my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I have no regrets on how the results came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts knowing that all that time, work, and sacrifice that you have put into something sometimes doesn't  put you where you anticipated yourself to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you hoped to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is through this failure, that has led me to believe that even though you did your best, you have to accept that their are some things in life that you do not have any control over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that I did not just fail you but also everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;My family, mentors, tutors, and friends, and again I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope and pray for is another chance.&lt;br /&gt;Another chance to prove to myself that i can accomplish anything and another chance to make you proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One chance is all I ask for. That's all anyone can ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Serenity Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="bigcap"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;od, grant me the serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to accept the things I cannot change;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the courage to change the things I can;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serenity_Prayer#Reinhold_Niebuhr"&gt;&lt;span class="toctext"&gt;Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-1280741040018991845?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/1280741040018991845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=1280741040018991845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1280741040018991845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1280741040018991845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-sorry.html' title='Saying Sorry...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-1220821529481022711</id><published>2008-12-09T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:02:07.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Paul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST7yY0dcNLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OUmwY5xaGFI/s1600-h/paul+zaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST7yY0dcNLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OUmwY5xaGFI/s400/paul+zaps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277922321537709234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely in this life do you meet a guy that possesses all the things that make up a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is caring, thoughtful, brave and sincere in his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the few people that I can trust and I know that he will always have my back whenever I  need him the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself lucky to have met him and even luckier to call him one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends like this don't come very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Paul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-1220821529481022711?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/1220821529481022711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=1220821529481022711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1220821529481022711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1220821529481022711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-paul.html' title='Meet Paul...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST7yY0dcNLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OUmwY5xaGFI/s72-c/paul+zaps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8114878908578919549</id><published>2008-12-09T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:00:28.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST7tatqspPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fm4DmlJphr8/s1600-h/you%27re+never+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST7tatqspPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fm4DmlJphr8/s400/you%27re+never+alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277916856515863794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;picture by Vanessa Fabro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I stumbled upon this today when  I was looking through my friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone can relate to this even if they don't want to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just funny how things show up when you're not looking...&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/3697958014725288880-8114878908578919549?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8114878908578919549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8114878908578919549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8114878908578919549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8114878908578919549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-stumbled-upon-this-when-looking-at-my.html' title='It&apos;s Funny...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST7tatqspPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fm4DmlJphr8/s72-c/you%27re+never+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-3899218009763239456</id><published>2008-12-08T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:36:12.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST4Kb-aSaLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cdXRjzz3D-4/s1600-h/secrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST4Kb-aSaLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cdXRjzz3D-4/s400/secrets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277667289050802354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of secrets that we keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets that we hide from our family and friends and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secrets that we hide from ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to admit a lot of things to ourselves because we're afraid of getting ridiculed, laughed at, embarrassed and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're not the only one with secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all more alike than we think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-3899218009763239456?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/3899218009763239456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=3899218009763239456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3899218009763239456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/3899218009763239456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/secrets.html' title='Secrets...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/ST4Kb-aSaLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cdXRjzz3D-4/s72-c/secrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-624590413089935187</id><published>2008-12-08T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:56:27.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STz97XjMGcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sqEBZPm-DPk/s1600-h/gabe+bondoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STz97XjMGcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sqEBZPm-DPk/s400/gabe+bondoc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277372059747097026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;photo drawn by Paul Zappia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Sunday has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Monday. Another week to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just one of those days for me when you didn't want to say or do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being lazy. But I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I finally finished my 6 page research paper. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying for psychology though but I'm listening to music instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was an eventful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to relax with my family before finals this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to love em' finals huh? (Cough, Cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolt was as an OK movie. Surprisingly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my god sister Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put a huge smile on my face today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. Things will get better for the both of us soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt; is playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gabe Bondoc&lt;/span&gt; never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His guitar songs are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They speak the story while his voice speaks his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; musician&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more of that in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's 2:30 a.m and I need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to write something more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-624590413089935187?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/624590413089935187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=624590413089935187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/624590413089935187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/624590413089935187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy.html' title='Lazy...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STz97XjMGcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sqEBZPm-DPk/s72-c/gabe+bondoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-1898660608093865032</id><published>2008-12-05T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:49:02.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not in the Mood...</title><content type='html'>Another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be playing NBA2k9  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced outside of my own room again with no privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to seek solace from a machine that types my feelings in a stressful, unexpected world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel what I write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I write what I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Respect&lt;/span&gt; me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-1898660608093865032?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/1898660608093865032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=1898660608093865032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1898660608093865032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1898660608093865032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-in-mood.html' title='I&apos;m Not in the Mood...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-69320524579916016</id><published>2008-12-05T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:46:45.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STkBlrmuzmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lV3qWM1lpQs/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STkBlrmuzmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lV3qWM1lpQs/s400/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276250185313209954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Or should I say good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 5th already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about time flying. I can practically taste the hot cocoa and smell the pine trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh Christmas time. The happiest time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I know today will be a long day today so I won' t have much time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I would probably forget once I get home anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to blog before I got to tired and knock out on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Microbiology quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spr 22x presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pack stuff and head home for the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hanging out  at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping under the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list seems short but trust me, I'm in for a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-69320524579916016?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/69320524579916016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=69320524579916016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/69320524579916016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/69320524579916016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title='Ready or Not...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STkBlrmuzmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lV3qWM1lpQs/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6977409375129122923</id><published>2008-12-04T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:41:14.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Closest Thing to Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276075472701421170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SThisEaE9nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RmMraKeqXjU/s640/cousins+2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:43 P.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up and I'm feeling a little tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy lab is finally over, two more finals to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food sounds good right about now, maybe later. Too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found something interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever really found the closest meaning for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, everyone has their own interpretation of what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've found the closest thing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in that recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alexander Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6977409375129122923?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6977409375129122923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6977409375129122923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6977409375129122923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6977409375129122923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/243-p.html' title='The Closest Thing to Love...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SThisEaE9nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RmMraKeqXjU/s72-c/cousins+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8927692143650286097</id><published>2008-12-03T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:12:55.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner or Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STbzM_OK6WI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EaWvgEup6Rs/s1600-h/sooner+or+later.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STbzM_OK6WI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EaWvgEup6Rs/s400/sooner+or+later.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275671417965963618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have a weird way of acting sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they can be your best friend, while some days they can be a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though there is a system on how life is meant to be, how people are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it in young kids these days and in the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one &lt;/span&gt;is truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;themselves &lt;/span&gt;in this world, and when i mean no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just know that sooner or later, it'll all just come crashing down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8927692143650286097?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8927692143650286097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8927692143650286097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8927692143650286097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8927692143650286097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/sooner-or-later.html' title='Sooner or Later...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STbzM_OK6WI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EaWvgEup6Rs/s72-c/sooner+or+later.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4642366564465952703</id><published>2008-12-02T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:42:36.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Unbelievable) Her Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STYi5lvoMPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_UI4aenzTKw/s1600-h/sunset+lol.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275442386290880754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STYi5lvoMPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_UI4aenzTKw/s400/sunset+lol.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(written and composed for her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we met that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happened that changed the way you made me laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shy I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because your voice just made me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard, but nothing seemed to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then you smiled and came and walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt surreal because we've barely met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i felt like I've known you all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I just can't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I just can't hide anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4642366564465952703?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4642366564465952703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4642366564465952703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4642366564465952703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4642366564465952703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-for-her.html' title='(Unbelievable) Her Song...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STYi5lvoMPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_UI4aenzTKw/s72-c/sunset+lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6654489139273360201</id><published>2008-12-02T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:37:35.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STUKRnNE36I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BBrq3vUrFxI/s1600-h/old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STUKRnNE36I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BBrq3vUrFxI/s400/old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275133836232286114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life it's never the changes we want that ultimately changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or Bad its not the external changes that we experience, it's how we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; adapt &lt;/span&gt;to those changes that matter the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So change &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6654489139273360201?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6654489139273360201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6654489139273360201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6654489139273360201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6654489139273360201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-just-thinking.html' title='Looking Back...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STUKRnNE36I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BBrq3vUrFxI/s72-c/old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8830241765216304664</id><published>2008-12-02T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:36:31.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT-ZyklA9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/yzIijiljIrE/s1600-h/me+happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT-ZyklA9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/yzIijiljIrE/s400/me+happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275120782583071698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the Thanksgiving holiday has come and gone and Christmas is just around the corner. (weird huh?) It felt like only yesterday that the summer season just ended and school is just starting, but maybe that's just me =/ Anyways today I thought it would be nice just to look back and acknowledge some of the things that I take for granted in my life sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am first and foremost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; for giving me the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; anyone can ask for, because without them I would not have been able to be living the life I have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for my 2&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd family &amp;amp; friends&lt;/span&gt;, because they constantly give me the strength and inspiration to live everyday to its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;for my health and the health of my loved ones around me, that they remain strong and free from injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;to be going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mount St. Mary's College&lt;/span&gt;, because they allow me to get the best possible education possible without leaving the comfort of my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; food and clothing &lt;/span&gt;that I have, and how I am not starving and naked unlike millions of people in poor countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; siblings&lt;/span&gt;, because they constantly teach me how to become a better brother and a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for the gift of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;, and how it inspired me to appreciate other people's individual talents and abilities as well as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;- my guitar&lt;br /&gt;- my iPod&lt;br /&gt;- my PS3&lt;br /&gt;- my car&lt;br /&gt;- my room&lt;br /&gt;- my laptop&lt;br /&gt;- my camera&lt;br /&gt;- my Tv&lt;br /&gt;- Lakers&lt;br /&gt;- Facebook&lt;br /&gt;- Myspace&lt;br /&gt;- Youtube&lt;br /&gt;- living in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;- Blogging&lt;br /&gt;- the crazy people at the Mount =)&lt;br /&gt;- singing acapella&lt;br /&gt;- minor progressions&lt;br /&gt;- hot days, chilly nights&lt;br /&gt;- hot chocolate on christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;- scary movies&lt;br /&gt;- complete randomness&lt;br /&gt;- snow&lt;br /&gt;- atwater village&lt;br /&gt;- warm hugs&lt;br /&gt;- warmer kisses&lt;br /&gt;- peace&lt;br /&gt;- love&lt;br /&gt;- and originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; failures,&lt;/span&gt; because they all helped me to ultimately become the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for each &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to live my life to the fullest...&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/3697958014725288880-8830241765216304664?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8830241765216304664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8830241765216304664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8830241765216304664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8830241765216304664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-thanksgiving-holiday-has-come.html' title='Being Thankful...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT-ZyklA9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/yzIijiljIrE/s72-c/me+happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-530480972639305447</id><published>2008-11-14T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:35:44.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STYLd56MHxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mD7KqBcCvxo/s1600-h/saying+goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STYLd56MHxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mD7KqBcCvxo/s400/saying+goodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275416621900111634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depressed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other word in the English language that can fully describe what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned that my friend isn't coming back to school next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts knowing that the person I can fully relate with is the one leaving this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People leave, and I accept that. It's a natural part of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you wish you can do something about it. Sometimes you just want to change everything, just want everything to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 3 months here at the Mount and now I am losing one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts&lt;/span&gt; and so does life sometimes. But you have to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really going to miss hanging around with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he knows that he influenced a lot of people around him and he will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope for is the best for him wherever he may go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mount will always be home for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-530480972639305447?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/530480972639305447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=530480972639305447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/530480972639305447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/530480972639305447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Saying Goodbye...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STYLd56MHxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mD7KqBcCvxo/s72-c/saying+goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7349715605279568254</id><published>2008-11-04T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:35:08.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Future Holds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SRE08R4HZqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DOIuWiWSRzc/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SRE08R4HZqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DOIuWiWSRzc/s400/stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265047649568384674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us knows what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of surprises sometimes good, sometimes bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never know what life will throw at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is live each day the best way we can without any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that matters in the end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-7349715605279568254?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7349715605279568254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7349715605279568254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7349715605279568254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7349715605279568254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-future-holds.html' title='What the Future Holds...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SRE08R4HZqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DOIuWiWSRzc/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4189720934079277539</id><published>2008-11-04T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:34:09.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT1k57bqBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dJFTq224Ul8/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT1k57bqBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dJFTq224Ul8/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111077931886610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November 4th, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marked a historical day for many 18 year olds around the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I ever voted in a national election and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;excited. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day not only marked my status as a full on American citizen, but also gave me the feeling of having my voice heard in our nation especially during these hostile times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the results may turn out to be, I will be happy knowing that I participated and had a chance to be a part of such a monumental election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do now is wait and see what will happen from here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4189720934079277539?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4189720934079277539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4189720934079277539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4189720934079277539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4189720934079277539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting.html' title='Voting...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT1k57bqBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dJFTq224Ul8/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-6102398949908877225</id><published>2008-11-03T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:18:49.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT0E0GnRFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dji8CZOPLwY/s1600-h/iverson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT0E0GnRFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dji8CZOPLwY/s400/iverson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275109427100730450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen Iverson&lt;/span&gt; got traded for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chauncey Billups&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antonio McDyess&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you NBA fans, this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; deal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well because these two players aren't just players, but established &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPERSTARS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one cannot stop but wonder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY  &lt;/span&gt;I am writing about this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in all honesty believe it or not, this trade made me realize something really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; can be ever taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life we are constantly thinking that the people and places that we are accustomed to seeing will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is constantly changing whether we want it to or not, and we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST &lt;/span&gt;accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet these basketball players didn't think that they were going to get traded and relocated into a different team and city so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the shock that these people will have to go through once this deal is finalized. Will their lives ever be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not. But that is not the most important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important part to this is not whether their lives will be the same, but how they plan to make it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;than what they had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; believed in looking at things at a more positive light, even if it seems that only negativity surrounds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's difficult because well... I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it is so much easier to look at the bad things in life as opposed to the good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of that, and I know a lot of you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in order for this to stop we have to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, change is tough. Nobody wants to change. It's extremely difficult. But sometimes we have to try if we want to become better people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the cold, hard, truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I know you are probably scratching your head and thinking " OK, I guess that makes sense, but what does that have to do with me? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE ONLY HAVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LIFE TO LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life must never be taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not a thought that we constantly think about, but it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy it and live it the best way you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your parents you love them, take that risk with a girl you like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you will never know when one day your whole world might just change for the better or for the worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-6102398949908877225?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/6102398949908877225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=6102398949908877225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6102398949908877225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/6102398949908877225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT0E0GnRFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dji8CZOPLwY/s72-c/iverson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-4610249234061145697</id><published>2008-11-02T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:32:01.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Mariel Krystel V. Llamas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ6Q4dcl4qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/crOF2bhBgiE/s1600-h/mariel+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ6Q4dcl4qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/crOF2bhBgiE/s400/mariel+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264304314094314146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's amazing in  every little way or at least in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She possesses so much strength for her age that one cannot overlook her determination to conquer each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty with a sense of independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a sense of eagerness of doing what she loves, dedication to her family and friends and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; - you have a girl that every guy dreams about loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is love in every essence of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span&gt;My Little Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mariel Krystel V. Llamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-4610249234061145697?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/4610249234061145697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=4610249234061145697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4610249234061145697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/4610249234061145697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/mariel-krystel-v-llamas.html' title='Meet Mariel Krystel V. Llamas...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ6Q4dcl4qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/crOF2bhBgiE/s72-c/mariel+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-1042185699963940389</id><published>2008-11-02T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:31:24.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Precious to be Forgotten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5xGFMhoNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U1-Q6sj19Fg/s1600-h/mahals.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5xGFMhoNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U1-Q6sj19Fg/s400/mahals.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264269363730555090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in this world that cannot be bought or duplicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things in life are just too priceless and sentimental to be ever felt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SFHS Theater&lt;/span&gt; is one of the select few that fall into this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiences and friends that I have made during my 2 years here will forever be held in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be eternally grateful for having the chance to share my talents with such a wonderful group of artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be forgotten...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-1042185699963940389?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/1042185699963940389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=1042185699963940389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1042185699963940389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/1042185699963940389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/sfhs-theater.html' title='Too Precious to be Forgotten...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5xGFMhoNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U1-Q6sj19Fg/s72-c/mahals.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-7082935530353091676</id><published>2008-11-02T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:28:16.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Strength...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT0fKXK4JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZRJQ5rd1nog/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT0fKXK4JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZRJQ5rd1nog/s400/jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275109879752351890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creator,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the adversities that I continue to face in life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; continues to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is my inner strength, my Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is my GOD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-7082935530353091676?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/7082935530353091676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=7082935530353091676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7082935530353091676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/7082935530353091676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-strength.html' title='My Strength...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/STT0fKXK4JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZRJQ5rd1nog/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-2224502035702764881</id><published>2008-11-02T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:26:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Like This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5Oslq6WaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1vOH6o-fJQE/s1600-h/pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5Oslq6WaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1vOH6o-fJQE/s400/pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264231542375995810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;  I think best sums up who I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carefree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always willing to lend some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Support&lt;/span&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/3697958014725288880-2224502035702764881?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/2224502035702764881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=2224502035702764881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2224502035702764881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/2224502035702764881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/moments-like-this.html' title='Moments Like This...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5Oslq6WaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1vOH6o-fJQE/s72-c/pyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8337616089840726776</id><published>2008-11-02T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:25:30.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5LtMDBS1I/AAAAAAAAABw/HqMMa6kLIu0/s1600-h/explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5LtMDBS1I/AAAAAAAAABw/HqMMa6kLIu0/s400/explosion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264228254142778194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I have contemplated about my past, the more I have realized how far I have progressed as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to accept the fact that Life will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;be a learning experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8337616089840726776?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8337616089840726776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8337616089840726776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8337616089840726776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8337616089840726776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5LtMDBS1I/AAAAAAAAABw/HqMMa6kLIu0/s72-c/explosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-9116755348488784327</id><published>2008-11-02T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:24:47.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mount...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5JsOxMZfI/AAAAAAAAABo/cCprchKXkJ4/s1600-h/college.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5JsOxMZfI/AAAAAAAAABo/cCprchKXkJ4/s400/college.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264226038670190066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words that can describe how I feel whenever I step foot on this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inspiration to excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount St. Mary's College and the people that I have met here will always hold a special place in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-9116755348488784327?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/9116755348488784327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=9116755348488784327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/9116755348488784327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/9116755348488784327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/college.html' title='The Mount...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5JsOxMZfI/AAAAAAAAABo/cCprchKXkJ4/s72-c/college.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8183176012223174451</id><published>2008-11-02T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:23:55.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Eyed Blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5AqHJo5eI/AAAAAAAAABE/NkC6sCVOJ8A/s1600-h/gummy+beaer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5AqHJo5eI/AAAAAAAAABE/NkC6sCVOJ8A/s400/gummy+beaer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264216106660849122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;simple letters that possesses maybe the greatest emotion a person can give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Life is filled with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; for God, your family, your friends, and maybe that significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But life can also give you the cold shoulder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nobody said this was easy. Life does not spoon feed us what we always desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If it did, what's the point of living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just need to stay patient.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;from her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; will come to me someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know it will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8183176012223174451?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8183176012223174451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8183176012223174451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8183176012223174451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8183176012223174451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/brown-eyed-blues.html' title='Brown Eyed Blues...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SQ5AqHJo5eI/AAAAAAAAABE/NkC6sCVOJ8A/s72-c/gummy+beaer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697958014725288880.post-8025540622943854028</id><published>2008-11-02T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:32:02.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Stare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogs&lt;/span&gt; so popular&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is it a way to vent out your emotions or a way for people to notice your venting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a means of expressing yourself or a way for people to admire your sense of expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;it all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-small;"&gt; write about?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess I will find out sooner than I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697958014725288880-8025540622943854028?l=lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/feeds/8025540622943854028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697958014725288880&amp;postID=8025540622943854028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8025540622943854028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697958014725288880/posts/default/8025540622943854028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutmusicisamistake.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-concept.html' title='Stop and Stare...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16911271970002416663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFEnfYCg3A/SyX9nC7PzhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b2iuuRQ9bVU/S220/ME+COLOR.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
