<?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-18790542</id><updated>2011-11-19T14:10:24.268-08:00</updated><category term='ondoy'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='personal'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='positive thinking'/><category term='Tuesday with Morrie'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='immigration'/><category term='government'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='biggest looser'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='fast food'/><category term='Merry Xmas'/><category term='julian'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Life'/><category term='it&apos;s complicated'/><category term='storm'/><category term='Love'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='loosing weight'/><category term='work'/><category term='stupid'/><title type='text'>A not so Interesting Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I used to dread getting older because I thought I would not be able to do all the things I wanted to do, but now that I am older I find that I don't want to do them. &lt;br&gt;
Nancy Astor, interview, 1959
British politician (1879 - 1964)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-4813726232841707555</id><published>2010-12-21T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:26:52.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Xmas'/><title type='text'>The end of another year.</title><content type='html'>When I was younger I was always excited for Christmas to come not only because of the gifts but because it is the end of the year. Now that I am of age I despise the end of the year cause it reminds me of getting older and getting older. Such negativity! Well here I am trying to reflect on the whole year of what have I done that I could actually scratch off my bucket list.... CRAP! I have not done anything extra ordinary! CRAP! I don't have a bucket list! Ha ha ha ha ha! One thing that I have truly enjoyed this year was my one week vacay from LA to Canada to NY and back. The trip was not all that luxurious but just to see another state and another country is one thing. My journey of loosing weight is still a journey that seems never ending. My love life is still just a vivid dream. So that's that. Not a whole lot of things to mention. Is my life boring? Hmmm don't know about that. I enjoy the simple things in life such as conversations with my nieces, ridiculous reactions of people for silly and stupid things I do and lastly just being able to say that I have lived through the days in one piece.  What more can you ask for?  Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-4813726232841707555?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4813726232841707555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=4813726232841707555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4813726232841707555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4813726232841707555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-another-year.html' title='The end of another year.'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-3452744531164567597</id><published>2010-10-26T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:06:33.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of time - Turning into a Cougar</title><content type='html'>It may sound superficial for some, but there will always be a time in a woman's life where she feels pressured about her biological clock.  They should never call it a clock.  How do you measure a hour, a minute or a second?  Who determines or warns us that its about to stop ticking.  Is there an alarm, a stop watch or anything that will let me know its over?  Yup my nerves are going bonkers right now.  The worst of this situation is that the problem does not have a quick fix.  The fix takes time, effort, money and some times even your sanity.  One big bump in this problem is the fact that men feels this desperation from the women that is pressured in time.  They say that's when women starts acting like cougars.  Cougars are known to dominate and consume their preys.  Since men of later age are well acquainted with this cougaristic qualities, men of ripe age tends to be the victims.  Ugh reading this makes women sound more like a dehydrated vampire going after fresh meat.  Funny thing was I found this article that might interest you if you are reading this entry.  &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=130833495&amp;ft=1&amp;f=1004"&gt;In China, Looking for Mr. Right&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-3452744531164567597?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3452744531164567597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=3452744531164567597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/3452744531164567597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/3452744531164567597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/running-out-of-time-turning-into-cougar.html' title='Running out of time - Turning into a Cougar'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-2544479176990923947</id><published>2010-10-20T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:18:46.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosing weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>A question that has a simple answer.</title><content type='html'>Facebook is one hella social networking site. It has helped us connect with people that we lost contact with. I am an avid fan of facebook but now I think it has back fired on me. When I was young, I guess, I always have been thin but as I have stepped in the land of united states of America and discovered the abundant number of fast food chains I have doubled or maybe tripled in size. But take note, this did not happen overnight, it happened in the span of 15 years! Yet my cousins did not fail to ask me the impeccable question - "Why are you so big?" Hold on! I know you are laughing let me give you time to take in the question. WHAT THE HELL! Really what do you want me to answer you! I eat! Maybe more than the norm but crap is it such a mystery for someone to gain weight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-2544479176990923947?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2544479176990923947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=2544479176990923947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/2544479176990923947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/2544479176990923947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/question-that-has-simple-answer.html' title='A question that has a simple answer.'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-7950774956922210436</id><published>2010-09-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:14:02.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>Reminiscing the time when we always dreamt of either becoming a surgeon, a lawyer, a teacher or a celebrity it made me realize how silly and disappointing my life is. Now that I have come of age, I realized those dreams are either reachable or remains a dream forever. Expectations are meant to be met or forgotten cause they are just damn impossible to reach. Does it really disappoint us when we do not follow through with our goals? Well when you look back at those unfortunate souls that faith has decided to take a different and more difficult route in life, they can easily say or yelp a big YES! People of higher stature or has reached their own goals in life can argue of not putting 110 percent of your effort into reaching these dreams. Nothing against you guys but shut the hell up! Not everybody got the opportunity or a supportive family. Some have come to accept what is bestowed upon them rather than wishing what if. I am not downgrading the hope thing. I am just being realistic that if all the luck in the world was on my side then maybe there is a what if. But in reality that lucky rabbit foot is just really a key chain and that shooting star is just a fallen meteor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-7950774956922210436?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7950774956922210436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=7950774956922210436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7950774956922210436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7950774956922210436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-4225035004833050098</id><published>2010-07-27T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:26:35.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s complicated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Is it too late for Love?</title><content type='html'>There are movies that you encounter where you will never forget.  I woke up today and decided - "Hmmm I would love to rewatch It's Complicated!".  So I did.  Being single for such a long time I have successfully avoided those awkward moments of oh crap you need a partner for this.  But just because I have avoided them does not mean that I do not think about it every now and then.  This movie has reminded me that love does not have an expiration date.  It does not choose to happen only in your early years when you use to be able to wear a size 4.  That is the beauty of this movie it shows you that love can happen at any moment and to anybody.  I have always been guilty of having negative energy towards the concept of being with somebody but with reasons.  My negative feelings in regards to love has been more of a habit that I have since my heart was broken.  To avoid the thought of missing to have somebody I have turned into despising people with relationships.  I hated people showing affection in public.  Before I realize it my hatred and disgust about relationship is gone but yet I still react the same way.  Crazy, huh!  I find myself making excuses why I chose to be single such as there are too many risks, I hate to put the effort and it is just gonna be a burden.  All this is true but yet it is also what makes a relationship stronger.  The movie just reminded me that I have not been enjoying myself or let myself loose cause I was just too scared to even try.  The thrill of not knowing what will happen if it does not work out scares the crap out of me.  But what scares me more is depending so much on that person and later I loose myself.  I am getting old but yet in means nothing cause I am still scared to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-4225035004833050098?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4225035004833050098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=4225035004833050098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4225035004833050098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4225035004833050098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-it-too-late-for-love.html' title='Is it too late for Love?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-7784356568399108283</id><published>2010-07-07T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:13:37.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose?</title><content type='html'>I get these moments where I think that I have not done my purpose in life.  You may call it a phase but now a days I have found myself pondering this issue almost everyday.  Looking back to all that has happened to me, I am not saying that I am not proud of myself, it is more of what else should I do?  What can I do to feel satisfied or fulfilled in life?  I have applied to all charity events that I encounter at work and at home with my family.  But I still have the feeling of needing to do more, needing to share more of what I could offer.  I better fish for ideas now or else this feeling will never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-7784356568399108283?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7784356568399108283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=7784356568399108283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7784356568399108283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7784356568399108283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/purpose.html' title='Purpose?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-5805864341277781997</id><published>2010-06-23T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:46:53.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosing weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biggest looser'/><title type='text'>The Art of Loosing Weight</title><content type='html'>I have suckered myself into a bet which is totally impossible.  Loose a total of 60 pounds in 5 months.  Today is my thrid month and I have only lost 15!  WTF!  I workout everyday and eat little but the weight just loves me so much that it decides to cling to every part of my body.  If julian was my trainer she would have yelled straight at my face and made me cry or feel bad.  Kudos to those people in Biggest Looser cause every pounds seems like forever to loose.  But I cannot loose faith now I have to carry on so I could tell myself that I at least tried.  And trying is not a complete failure.  Or is it?  These positive thinking crap is making my mind go bonkers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-5805864341277781997?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5805864341277781997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=5805864341277781997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5805864341277781997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5805864341277781997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/art-of-loosing-weight.html' title='The Art of Loosing Weight'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-177126763428337803</id><published>2010-05-27T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:55:41.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Waste</title><content type='html'>Have you ever argued with a child in regards to finishing their food on their plates?  Most of us have argued about wasting food and we are guilty of using the starving kids in Africa reasoning.  Has that got us anywhere?  No.  Well read on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food waste is defined as any food substance, raw or cooked, which is discarded, or intended or required to be discarded, according to the legal definition of waste by the EU Commission.  As human beings we need food to survive but earth does not need food at all.  Though this issue has rarely caught anyone’s attention in the News or in the papers, nor has it been in facebook or twitter, people should acknowledge this growing problem.  Food waste significantly impacts environmental, economic and community health.  The accumulation of discarded food contributes to air and water pollution and burning the waste depletes our air quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is this a better reason to give your kids on why consuming all the food in your plate is important.  It is not only good for them but also to saves this dying planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-177126763428337803?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/177126763428337803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=177126763428337803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/177126763428337803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/177126763428337803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-waste.html' title='Food Waste'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-4885983414458734740</id><published>2010-04-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:10:20.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Nothing seems to go right today.  I have decided to go to my secret place.  Everybody goes to that park but somehow it brings me peace when I ride on the swing and relax.  Hmmm!  Ugh.  I knew that this is a bad day.  There is someone on the swing already.  I unconsciously walked over to look at the person swinging away.  It was a man with beautiful dark blue eyes.  He looked up and met my gaze.  I was so stunned to move.  He slowly got off the swing and walked right passed me.  Standing there, frozen like a rock I tried hard to collect myself.   I blindly sat on the swing with a blank look.  His eyes were so mesmerizing it makes me want to hold him and say everything will be fine.  This is crazy.  I do not even know the man.  I started pushing the swing when I glanced up and saw him staring back at me.  Convincing myself that this has to be a dream, I shook my head till it hurt.  “Hello!”  OMG!  He is still there and now we have audio.  Come on say something or he will think you are a lunatic.  He chuckled and went behind me to give me a little push.  Forcefully I was able to say “Hi”.  He laughed again.  “Have you been staring at me for a long time?”  Hell no!  Hell no!  That is what I wanted to say but all I did was stare blankly at the sky.  There was this awkward silence.  When this silence thing goes on I always imagine a commercial coming up as if I was watching a show on TV.  I finally gathered the courage to ask for his name.  “Andrew, and you?”  Marissa.  He stopped pushing the swing and looked at me.  “You know it is rude not to answer the question.”  Huh, oh crap I thought I did.  “Um, Marissa.”  This is pathetic now he will really think I am dumb.  “Well Marissa, nice to have met you today.”  Now is the perfect time to wipe the drool off my mouth.  I stared at his back as he walked away waving and laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-4885983414458734740?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4885983414458734740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=4885983414458734740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4885983414458734740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4885983414458734740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-afternoon.html' title='A Perfect Afternoon'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-7647642895903974970</id><published>2010-04-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:03:52.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coping with Changes</title><content type='html'>I am the type of person that would notice a change when something is off from the norm.  Coping with the changes is hard for everybody.  It is hard to believe a person when they say that it does not bother them.  Changes may be good or bad for some but it still something different from what you are used too and it is something to deal with once the change is final.  After my big change in life I hate sudden suprises especially the ones that cause stress and pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-7647642895903974970?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7647642895903974970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=7647642895903974970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7647642895903974970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7647642895903974970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/coping-with-changes.html' title='Coping with Changes'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-4001726772415878279</id><published>2010-04-07T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:25:47.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men vs. Women and my hatred in working out.</title><content type='html'>Yes my hatred in working out is growing bigger each day. I have been slaving my ass working out doing taebo and the combination of circuits and I have lost 6 pounds in three weeks. I was ecstatic about the result and here comes a friend of mine that hardly works out and yes he is a man lost freaking 10 pounds in one weeks. Now ask me what I feel? Ggggrrrrr........  Not to mention he eats unhealthy food while all I eat is green crap!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-4001726772415878279?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4001726772415878279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=4001726772415878279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4001726772415878279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4001726772415878279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/men-vs-women-and-my-hatred-in-working.html' title='Men vs. Women and my hatred in working out.'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-5019726816135248919</id><published>2010-04-07T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:42:33.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Pride?</title><content type='html'>What is Pride, really?  Is it pride when you do not want give up on your home or condo because you have worked so hard for it?  Is it pride when you think that starting over is hard?  Many people now a days are having the worst luck in keeping their homes.  I may soon be part of that statistic if I do get laid off at work.  But is it pride if I am hoping to find a better job even with the bad economy where good jobs are scarce?  My whole family thinks that I am crazy but when you think of it selling the condo and renting somewhere is almost the same cost.  I have a friend renting an apartment in an okay neighborhood which cost almost the same as my mortgage.  So am I really crazy to not sell my home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-5019726816135248919?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5019726816135248919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=5019726816135248919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5019726816135248919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5019726816135248919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-pride.html' title='What is Pride?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-5699772739083783481</id><published>2010-03-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:51:01.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>I squeezed my eyes close really tight till my head hurts. This has to be a nightmare for it is too painful to be real. My hesitation to open my eyes was stronger than the headache that I get from closing it. Took a deep breath in and slowly peaked through my lashes. Ugh! He was still standing there and yapping away. That irritating sound of his voice which I was hoping to come from an annoying little dog was unfortunately all his. He surely is worst than any nagging wife that I have encountered. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; remember when it happened but I could not understand a word he said all I could hear is blah blah blah blah and blah. Romance seems to have diminished in this relationship. Perhaps it was never there in the first place. Ever since I could remember finding that perfect man to build my perfect family has been a mission. Should I even consider this encounter as a failure or just as a mere experimental factor till the ONE comes by for my grabbing. I have no intentions to apologize to this half witted fool who so bravely call himself a man. Apparently we both have our expectations and he somehow expected more than what he thought when he met me. Since he has freely spoken his mind of how awful of a person I am then I would happily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endulge&lt;/span&gt; myself with my own creative way. A man who has no ability to admit his own faults should not be making excuses. If he fears that the opposite sex holds a threat to his manhood then he should consider talking to a psychologist or someone who would take money in exchange of listening to his yapping. Just because you get a paycheck every two weeks does not mean that you have all the rights to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bilittle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eveybody&lt;/span&gt; that you think lowly of. The precious package that you hold so dear is made of tissue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cartiledge&lt;/span&gt; and blood not of gold. Though I am thankful for this experience and will learn to never talk to a man of your kind. This has taught me plenty about myself and that I am so much of a better person than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-5699772739083783481?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5699772739083783481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=5699772739083783481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5699772739083783481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5699772739083783481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!!'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-8358077823853205802</id><published>2010-03-10T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:57:35.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who invented Root Canals?</title><content type='html'>I tell you who ever invented root canals must be some freakin Dominatrix kind of person.  I have never felt so much pain in my life.  So kids better brush your teeth twice a day and floss cause freakin crap hurts like hell!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-8358077823853205802?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8358077823853205802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=8358077823853205802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/8358077823853205802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/8358077823853205802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-invented-root-canals.html' title='Who invented Root Canals?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-1698616186053690351</id><published>2010-02-16T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:49:18.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is one of the most dreadful reminder of being single, next to birthdays, xmas, and especially new years.   Every where you look something is there to remind you that you have not found your soulmate or even your F*** buddy.  Thank god it is over.  I have actually enjoyed myself with a fellow single friend to watch JOKOY in Irvine's Laugh Factory.  The food was great but the seating was so cramped.  They need bigger tables I was literally getting bumped by every waiter that would go by.  Then we ended the night at a bar in Fullerton named Heroes.  There we found our fellow singles.  Happy Singles Awareness Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-1698616186053690351?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1698616186053690351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=1698616186053690351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/1698616186053690351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/1698616186053690351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-is-one-of-most-dreadful.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-7047264089738237223</id><published>2010-02-16T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:35:14.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in Passwords!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my last post and there is only one excuse for that - Keep on forgetting my password!  I swear at work, I have like 7 passwords to remember then at home add another 5 to that so just imagine how much I have reseted my password like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-7047264089738237223?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7047264089738237223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=7047264089738237223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7047264089738237223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7047264089738237223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/drowning-in-passwords.html' title='Drowning in Passwords!!'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-8768199525384639071</id><published>2009-11-20T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:05:15.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The werewolves are coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;At the midst of midnight, I stood there cold and tired. By this time, my excitement had transformed from mere eagerness to exhaustion and yearning to slump down on a cozy warm seat. The moon is not shining tonight. Above, it looks more like a dark blue blanket that cloaked over the whole sky. As I placed the cold stick between my lips and inhaled the unhealthy polluted smoke, I wondered if I could stand this for another 20 minutes. Then comes the shadow of a man. Without haste and full of determination he walked with long strides towards my way. I felt my heart skipped a beat. The man held his hand out. I flipped my ciggs in the air and frantically plunged my hand in my pockets. I felt it on the tip of my fingertips, the piece of paper that would end all my agony and give me comfort for my pain. Gently I placed it on his hands and stared into his eyes. His soft lips parted and softly said "Theater 5, on the left." Grabbed my ticket off his hand and ran into the theater to find the best seats left available. Bwahahahaha!! New Moon, baby!!&lt;br /&gt;It may sound cougarish but Jacob is hot in this movie. But it is a disturbing thought that he was once the shark boy. Then I came to realize is there any 30ish hot actors out there? (This has no order.)&lt;br /&gt;1. Christian Bale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tom Welling&lt;br /&gt;3. Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;4. Matt Damon&lt;br /&gt;5. James Franco&lt;br /&gt;6. Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;7. Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;8. Paul Walker&lt;br /&gt;9. Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson&lt;br /&gt;10. Jared Leto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel a lot better! There are fine guys my age!! Bwahahahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-8768199525384639071?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8768199525384639071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=8768199525384639071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/8768199525384639071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/8768199525384639071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/werewolves-are-coming.html' title='The werewolves are coming!'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-8745465319239951322</id><published>2009-11-10T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:04:18.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Priceless</title><content type='html'>I have lived my life to no one’s standards but mine.  It may look wrong to others but I have no complains.  Contemplating of what could have happened if my choices were different is just a path to failure.  But being grateful for everything that I have now is sure bliss.  I have no time for regrets.  I would lie if I say that I never thought about the what ifs.  I am just human after all.  Mistakes are impossible to dodge.  There always there to keep you straight and learn how to handle life.  People dream of a perfect life but not me.  Perfection is the beauty of the sun shine, the view of dolphins swimming in the ocean, the sound of your fave song, the smell of bacon, pancakes and coffee in the morning, the face of your love one beside you when you sleep till you wake up, the thrill you get before you ride a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;, the kids playing in the park, the taste of a sweet aged wine….  But life is not perfect.  It is what we wanted it to be.  Life is our hardship, tears, laughter and hopes.  No one can tell you that you have thrown it away.  No one can tell you the value of life.  Life is priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-8745465319239951322?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8745465319239951322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=8745465319239951322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/8745465319239951322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/8745465319239951322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-priceless.html' title='Life is Priceless'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-828515034018209505</id><published>2009-11-10T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:42:59.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a Sales Person</title><content type='html'>They say that a good sales person has one of the best qualities of getting along with everybody.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt; but it seems like it only refers to customers but dealing with coworkers then that is something different.  When you greet a customer once they come in the store, then that is where you see the sales person never leaving their side.  Understandable that is their customer.  If a customer came back to the store ready to purchase and you have greeted them.  Then a few minutes after that one of your coworker greeted them by saying "Oh you are back.".  So is that still your customer?  Technically I think it is the customer of the original sales person.  Though I guess that only happens if both sales people think the same.  The economy is down and money is tight with everybody but really should this be a big deal.  Why should this be such a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;?    If you have not yet pitch a sale to a customer and just started helping them should it be fair for you to get the sale?  If you have waited for this customer to get back to the store and took them back from another associate should you be labeled as a customer stealer?  I wonder ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-828515034018209505?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/828515034018209505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=828515034018209505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/828515034018209505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/828515034018209505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-in-life-of-sales-person.html' title='A Day in the Life of a Sales Person'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-5963164161785993610</id><published>2009-11-06T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:58:08.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People I do not hate but yet hate a little...</title><content type='html'>Her voice carried on through the hall way. I would see her walking through each cubicle then there it goes again the loud, streaky laugh that she has. In whole honesty I do not have anything against her. But somehow, just when I was this close to making sure that nothing is wrong with me, she laughs that most irritating laugh. There are no grudges, no hidden hate, no mean emotions or any emotions at all involved but I cant take that laugh. Ugh I think I am loosing it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-5963164161785993610?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5963164161785993610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=5963164161785993610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5963164161785993610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5963164161785993610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-i-do-not-hate-but-yet-hate.html' title='People I do not hate but yet hate a little...'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-5214283938968572465</id><published>2009-10-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:21:11.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ondoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>Typhoon Ondoy</title><content type='html'>Through blogging you can connect with the world around you.  It can either give you joy or break your heart with the news that it can bring.  Here is one entry that touched my very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="'Permanent" href="http://armimillare.wordpress.com/2009/09/29/september-26-2009/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Typhoon Ondoy September 26, 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29Sep09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nuffnang Ads" href="http://www.nuffnang.com.ph/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to be able to make a beautifully written piece out of what happened but I suppose you can call this some sort of rude awakening. My response to a concise but useful blog post whose link I found on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Add me up and tweet with me: armimillare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quick post, folks.&lt;br /&gt;The vultures everywhere are coming all out in force. Here are some of the things we’ve seen online:&lt;br /&gt;1. Government officials allegedly not distributing relief goods in Provident Village Marikina because no media to cover their distribution.&lt;br /&gt;2. Citizen apparently being told by SSS person that no funds are available for calamity loan.&lt;br /&gt;3. DSWD allegedly repacking ABS-CBN relief goods in Pasig, reducing package contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://armimillare.wordpress.com/2009/09/29/september-26-2009/"&gt;http://armimillare.wordpress.com/2009/09/29/september-26-2009/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-5214283938968572465?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5214283938968572465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=5214283938968572465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5214283938968572465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5214283938968572465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/typhoon-ondoy.html' title='Typhoon Ondoy'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-2776946209063730580</id><published>2009-09-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:37:18.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few things that I have been pondering about....</title><content type='html'>We all make mistakes. Some more often than others. But we should not be defined by them. People learn and change only if given a chance. Only with change can we fully say that we have lived our lives with no regrets. No one is perfect and not everything goes as planned. But that is the reason why we are the smartest animal in the whole world. We could adapt, cope and grow. Bounderies are placed by us and at te same time we could take them out. Life is limitless if you dare to take the chance. Every lesson that I have learned is an added quarter to my piggy bank of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-2776946209063730580?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2776946209063730580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=2776946209063730580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/2776946209063730580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/2776946209063730580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-things-that-i-have-been-pondering.html' title='Few things that I have been pondering about....'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-5990203520066261153</id><published>2009-08-19T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:31:35.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's D&amp;*k and ego vs Women's self respect and love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yup men and women can never see eye to eye in regards to SEX.  Why you ask?  The other masculin gender believes that sex is an act that needs to be taken more likely than most women would take it for.  Though they do sympathize to women's feelings it does not mean that they feel the same way.  Women or let me say most women think of sex and love being tied in together.  But yet that is just me, people change in time, heck their perspectives differs in generations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-5990203520066261153?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5990203520066261153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=5990203520066261153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5990203520066261153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5990203520066261153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/mens-d-and-ego-vs-womens-self-respect.html' title='Men&apos;s D&amp;*k and ego vs Women&apos;s self respect and love.'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-2420670760720349975</id><published>2009-08-18T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:12:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was I when they said having a good personality is not enough?</title><content type='html'>Looking for someone out there is tough. Many people have standards. Some as high as the sky and others none at all. I am one of those believers that the personality will outshine anything else. I am a fool to think that. Physical looks will always outshine everything no matter what personality a person has. If life is the sea and you see dolphins jumping over the waves looking all pretty, no one will ever notice a guppy swimming the best that it can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-2420670760720349975?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2420670760720349975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=2420670760720349975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/2420670760720349975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/2420670760720349975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-was-i-when-they-said-having-good.html' title='Where was I when they said having a good personality is not enough?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-8700789897075554446</id><published>2009-08-18T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:04:49.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stared at my lifeless phone.  A techy person is what you would call me for all the new game consoles, computers and cell phones that I own.  A call or even a text would be fine to ease my uncalled for feelings.  He would rarely call me but every weekend I wish I would hear his voice.  I knew what he wanted.  I knew that as selfish as he is, there was only one thing that he wanted.  But a girl could dream, right?  A long loving relationship, thoughts of being away from me would be hard for him and what ever cheesy things that I could think of.  My dog is staring at me again, probably wondering how stupid I could be to depend on such a person.  The television was on but could hardly grab my attention away from my phone.  Why do I let myself suffer like this?  Then I thought about it long and hard.  His slick back hair, deep brown eyes and his voice that has gotten me so tantalized and  back to staring at my phone again.  The truth hurts that he means so much more to me than I am to him.  It hurts but I refuse to let it drain out my last strand of hope.  It would be a lie for me to say that I do not expect anything in return.  But the truth is that I am not expecting for everything to change this minute, I am hoping in the future when things progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly take my feelings a higher priority than people around me.  Am I selfless?  Hardly, it is more like being naïve and scared.  The weather seems to get worst as the night gets closer.  My fingers are stuck together from clenching them so tightly.  A beep, I heard a beep.  Nervously, I glanced at the phone that lighted up so brightly.  My eyes would not even focus as I try to decode the text that is written in plain English.  “I am coming over”, was written in times new roman size 12 font.   Suddenly I feel sick in my tummy.  Get over yourself.  This is what you have been anticipating.  Looking around desperately, hoping that the house is clean and to his liking.  I grabbed the linen and threw it on the dirty hamper.  The bed has to be perfect.  I feel like something may change tonight.  As I hurried and prepared the bed, there was a light knock on the door.  Surely I will have the strength to ask him about us or will this break the mood.  I ran to open the door and there he was… drunk again.  My face can only show one emotion, irritation.  He laughs and asks me if I want him to leave.  Leave, after I have waited so long for this.  I try to shake off my anger and yet I moved to being concerned.  He assured me that he was fine and just had a couple of beers.  The alcoholic smell coming from his body tells me differently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his lips touched mine, I felt my heart beat faster.   All the negative thoughts were washed away with satisfaction of just being with him.  Yet at the back of my mind I knew that it would drive me crazy to hide such feelings of love to the one person that I adore.  If only it was easy, if only you knew how I am hurting when he is not with me.  I put my strength in pleasing him hoping that at least in another way he would know how I feel.  Almost out of breath I laid beside him watching him closely as he falls in deep sleep.  I whispered loving words knowing he would never hear them out loud.  I am miserable with him but I am suffering without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-8700789897075554446?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8700789897075554446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=8700789897075554446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/8700789897075554446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/8700789897075554446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-stared-at-my-lifeless-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-6626527826611362761</id><published>2009-08-18T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:51:25.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday with Morrie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been reading a lot of books lately but I could not forget a book that I came across which made a big impact on me.  Tuesday with Morrie by Mitch Albom.  This book shed a lot of good insights in regards to life in general.  The best line that got stuck in my head is "&lt;br /&gt;there are a few rules i know to be true about love and marriage: if you don’t respect the other person, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. if you don’t know how to compromise, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. if you can’t talk openly about what goes on between you, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. and if you don’t have a common set of values in life, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble”.  I guess this really stuck to me because I was divorced then and there was a lot of things wrong with that relationship.  Whether we both admit that in someway or the other just merely compromising and sacrificing something to save the relationship was hard to do.  I envy the old couples that would still go out on dates and flirt with each other despite the years of being together.   I know not everybody can be that lucky but I do wish I would be part of that percent that would feel that kind of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-6626527826611362761?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6626527826611362761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=6626527826611362761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/6626527826611362761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/6626527826611362761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-been-reading-lot-of-books-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-2694355613399332250</id><published>2008-11-26T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:27:18.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sleepy. The urge to close my eyes and to mentally shut down is such an inviting idea. Ugh! The irritating static sound from having one conference call to another is making my ear ache. When is lunch time coming? I wonder if I should take my diet seriously or maybe not. Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Depriving myself of the honey baked ham and oven roasted turkey will be such a sin, a risk that I am willing to take, to over indulge with food to suffice my big, unsatisfied appetite. But the ringing in my head won’t stop. The familiar voice of my family warning me that I will out weigh a cow if I do not take care of myself keeps playing in my mind. According to the latest studies, Obesity is considered a disease. Just like smoking where you have a high percent of getting lung cancer, you will drown of your own lard when you stuff your self with unhealthy and greasy food. There is no reason for me not to dream of being healthy and fit. But the road to that dream is looking more like a fantasy. Looking around my cubicle I see bunch of my colleagues gathering for the Thanksgiving Potluck. I bet one more potluck and our company building will sure reach its maximum weight capacity.&lt;br /&gt;Stress, an unavoidable trait, it overpowers me whenever I see strings of emails that does not even make sense. That is one of the funny things about working with a big company. You can easily get away with anything as long as you know how to work your magic through emails by not stating the obvious errors and blame it on the next department. Normally, you would stay in a job for a good year or two to get a full and extensive experience in the business. Six years I have dedicated my life and I can tell you that it is not out of loyalty that I am staying. The plans for a better opportunity is just brain wrecking. What else can you ask for in a position that does not motivate you but pays you for practically not even trying to do what you are trained for? That is what you call a dead end job.&lt;br /&gt;The latest movie is out, Twilight, the common tale of a damsel in distress and her fellow neighborhood Vampire to rescue. Though I may sound sarcastic, I did enjoy reading the book more than watching the movie. Die-hard fans are probably ready to cut my throat for judging the movie so lightly. There is an overwhelming amount of women that are loyal followers of this series. I consider myself a follower but not a die-hard, I will kick your ass if you don’t like it, fan. Don’t get me wrong. Kudos to those who are, but please don’t expect me to jump on the wagon and join the revolution of Twilight. Being passionate about something is so much better than my overbearing act of negativity towards life. Just a side note so they would not murder me incase I said something offensive about anything that someone believes in.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is not lighting up anytime soon. Clouds seem to take a liking in hovering over and making life gloomy. I bet Edward wouldn’t mind this weather. I wonder if my car would do fine later tonight when I am driving behind heavy loaded trucks that could easily swerve and crush me. I skid through the freeway ramp once due to heavy rain and slippery roads. The insurance loved it while I suffer with the increase of my premium payments.&lt;br /&gt;One reason for my hobby of reading fantasy books is to get away from the bitter reality of life. Imagine a world where your main concern will be demons and goblins while you are trying to take control of your inner magic. Then life would be so much better if you will be able to tell the person you dislike to literally eat shit. Just think of the numerous possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-2694355613399332250?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2694355613399332250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=2694355613399332250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/2694355613399332250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/2694355613399332250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-299267882007975973</id><published>2008-05-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:02:15.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh.  I have no idea why it took me this long to write a new post.  When i first started this thing I was so excited and it was a piece of cake to think of stuff to write.  But now, gosh it feels more like a chore more than anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I bought a new tv. Sony L4000.  Never realized how difficult it is to pick the right tv for you.  Since all the channels here in US are going HD, so my old, huge and heavy tube TV would not work at all.  Yes I am looking for an excuse why i bought a new TV!  Pretty good, eh!  I am so excited it is practically a little computer.  I swear with all the technological changes I am having a headache just to keep up.  DVD going to blurays(gosh what will happen to my large, very large collection then?), laptops going as thin as paper, cellphone working as a mini computer, mp3 player, navigation and tv.  At this moments is where I realize man I am getting to old for this crap.  I wonder what will people think if I go back to basics.  You know watch with the betamax, going snail mail, and imagine if I go back to using a pager.  Bwahahaha.  Pagers just thinking about it cracks me up.  i wonder if they still sell service for pagers.  Anyways I am off to go home just had to make a quick post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-299267882007975973?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/299267882007975973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=299267882007975973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/299267882007975973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/299267882007975973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-215928390471482059</id><published>2008-02-25T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:28:31.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mybloglog.com/buzz/community/joobjoo/" rel="0ad3ec36706c488160de3543610dd06dfcbe9c71"&gt;Undergoing MyBlogLog Verification&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-215928390471482059?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/215928390471482059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=215928390471482059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/215928390471482059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/215928390471482059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/undergoing-mybloglog-verification.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-5585833406887230099</id><published>2008-02-22T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:32:57.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A person that is rated a 10 can never go out with a person that is only rated a 4. But what makes a person a 10? It would be a lie if I say that physical appearance does not play a large role in rating a person based on first impression. I think, I am a little under the average looking person, so I am a 4. You can redeem yourself with the way you dress and carry yourself. But with the way I am, that is another problem. I do not really dress nice and neither do I carry myself all feminine. I like cracking jokes a lot and I dress more on the boyish side. I just recently started to put makeup on.(I know what a really late bloomer considering that I am 30 now!) I normally like talking to people get tokow them better before I could actually like them. But somehow I have feelings for a person that is rated a 10. What am I thinking? I am so out of it. It is a death sentence for me to have such emotions. Is this the rude awakening that Rene Zelweger talks about in Bridget Jone's Diary? I should include that in my list of do not even try to fall in love with these men; perverts, psychopaths, murderers, scoundrels, obnoxious pigs, drugies, alcoholics, gamblers, and guys rated as a 10. But that nearly wiped out most of the men on earth. Well I guess I just have to wait for my mr wonderful. Maybe he missed the bus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-5585833406887230099?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5585833406887230099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=5585833406887230099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5585833406887230099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5585833406887230099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/person-that-is-rated-10-can-never-go.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-6978005406008839777</id><published>2007-12-05T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:05:15.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Grande Café Mocha, one 16 oz. Monster and one 20 oz Coke later, crap, I still feel like falling off my chair.  What the hell, where did all that sugar rush go?  Am I just too immune to any of these caffeine drinks?  Being stuck on the computer makes it worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-6978005406008839777?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6978005406008839777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=6978005406008839777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/6978005406008839777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/6978005406008839777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugh-one-grande-caf-mocha-one-16-oz.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-280480239014773757</id><published>2007-11-19T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:50:36.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I saw this in Nina’s and Duke’s Blog so I wanna do it too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Misery Business – Panarome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haruka Kanata – Asian Kung Fu Generation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps Love – From the Soundtrack of Goong (Korean Drama)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Into the Asylum – Diamanda Galas (I will only listen to this one if I feel like killing someone!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade – Chemical Romance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew!!!! What a selection indeed!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-280480239014773757?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/280480239014773757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=280480239014773757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/280480239014773757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/280480239014773757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-saw-this-in-ninas-and-dukes-blog-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-1659783061500876545</id><published>2007-11-12T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:15:59.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been blogging for weeks.  What is the matter with me?  Well topic for today will be the movie "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; Gangster".   This movie is so good, two thumbs up!  It is kind of long but the whole three hours was worth watching.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Denzel&lt;/span&gt; looks so sad on the last scene.  But due to this movie I had a movie night.  I started watching Reservoir Dogs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shawshank&lt;/span&gt; Redemption and the Unusual Suspect.  What a night!!!  I love these kind of movies.  I ended the day watching my fave series "Heroes".  Ugh it may seem like I am a looser for staying home and watching movies the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-1659783061500876545?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1659783061500876545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=1659783061500876545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/1659783061500876545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/1659783061500876545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-not-been-blogging-for-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-6548472158371099825</id><published>2007-10-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:56:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a blow in my ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get that call for a job interview, you get that urge of motivation because you are given a chance to show what you can do and make a difference within the company.  When you get that schedule to talk to the hiring manager, they have actually considered your experience and knowledge of the business.  But what would you feel when you get in the room and he/she told you that you are not qualified for the position even before they started the interview.  WHOOSH!  Then he/she goes on with the interview.  What is the point?!?  Seriously?!?  If you said that I am not qualified and that I was at the bottom of the score card, then why?  Why waste my time and your time to answer bullshit stuff if I am not given the chance anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-6548472158371099825?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6548472158371099825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=6548472158371099825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/6548472158371099825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/6548472158371099825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-blow-in-my-ego-when-you-get-that.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-909865399285465049</id><published>2007-10-01T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:29:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more week and I am 30.  Oh my gosh cant believe that I am turning 30.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know maybe they are right about girls somehow freaks out when they turn 30.  They call it the bug where girls especially being single gets so stressed out about being 30.  It is not any different from turning 29.  So why the hell am i freaked out.  I remembered when I used to laugh out loud to my sister when she turned 30 because she was crying for a week.  Now that it is happening to me I think and hope I will not cry or make a fuss about it.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; I am since I am writing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; blog about turning 30.  I am obviously rambling nonsence.  I should look at it as having a glass half full instead of half empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-909865399285465049?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/909865399285465049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=909865399285465049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/909865399285465049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/909865399285465049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-more-week-and-i-am-30.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-365763750387978983</id><published>2007-07-26T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:35:07.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Switched JOBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally never expected to have an occupation as a trainer and documentation specialist. I am scared because I doubt that I would do a good job. First of all talking in front of a crowd and mastering the subject is a pain. The worst thing is anticipating the results of my trainees when they go on the floor if they will posses the knowledge and confidence that they will perform their job functions. UGH! Now I really feel bad for my past teachers on how i gave them a hard time or hardly paid any attention in class. Kudos for teachers or even trainers out there because I swear this is hard work especially for someone like me who have no idea on public speaking or teaching or documentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-365763750387978983?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/365763750387978983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=365763750387978983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/365763750387978983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/365763750387978983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/switched-jobs-i-totally-have-never.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-6681581446225736685</id><published>2007-06-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T08:05:06.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is my name again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I lived in China and met 93 million people with the same name as mine I would go absolutely crazy!  That would be so wierd!  Maybe I will start placing numbers after or before my name just to distinguish who is who.  I read this article from Angry Asian Man website about not having enough names for the people of China.  &lt;a href="http://www.angryasianman.com/2007/06/too-many-people-not-enough-names_6152.html"&gt; Too Many People, Not Enough Names! "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-6681581446225736685?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6681581446225736685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=6681581446225736685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/6681581446225736685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/6681581446225736685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-my-name-again-imagine-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-7865877197881452493</id><published>2007-05-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:40:40.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do dogs go to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tore into pieces and some internal organs are missing, that’s what greeted my dad this morning when he saw Tiny in the middle of the yard.  The shock of seeing someone that you have trained and taken care of for almost a year now was just indescribable.  What are we going to tell my two nieces who adore that dog?  I sure hope what ever ate Tiny would choke to death.  Tiny you sure will be missed by many!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-7865877197881452493?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7865877197881452493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=7865877197881452493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7865877197881452493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7865877197881452493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-dogs-go-to-heaven-tore-into-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-7692345174183055378</id><published>2007-05-04T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:18:28.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you getting what you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was covering a bunch of sushi places around LA and found out something really disturbing.  When you go to a sushi place and order a red snapper you expect to eat red snapper.  They found out that 7 restaurants have successfully fooled people and served them tilapia.  Remarkably with the spices they put on the tilapia it does not taste any different from the red snapper.  But that really sucks since red snapper is way more expensive than tilapia.  They defended themselves by stating that it was a translation problem.  NOT!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-7692345174183055378?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7692345174183055378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=7692345174183055378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7692345174183055378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/7692345174183055378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-getting-what-you-paid-for-news.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-5676887809231838054</id><published>2007-05-03T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:52:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a beautiful day!  The sun is shinning brightly and I am in such a good mood.  I was so ready to go to work and surprisingly I was going ahead schedule.  Then….OH CRAP!!!!  Where the hell did my license plate numbers go?? How the hell am I going to work now!  I can not believe this they stole my f*ckin plates. If you suddenly see them being flashed all over CNN for a stolen car or high pursuit chase I would like to assure you guys that has nothing to do with me.  Well after a long days of waiting in line getting a police report everything went fine since I have gotten new plates and paid only 18 dollars.  What a day!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-5676887809231838054?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5676887809231838054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=5676887809231838054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5676887809231838054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/5676887809231838054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-beautiful-day-sun-is-shinning.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-1631956624238986744</id><published>2007-05-02T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:36:44.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bwah!!!!  I have not written any posts lately.  If you are wondering why, well let me explain myself.  Most people have one or two hobbies that they like spending most of their time with.  Unfortunately I have realized that I am not one of the most people.  My friends always tell me that I try to do everything at the same time and that I have to many hobbies which leaves me with no extra time to do anything else at all.  Not only due to my hobbies but having two jobs drain so much out of me that I would rather lay down and think of nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still hooked on Korean dramas and you know that takes a lot of time since its like 16-20 episodes per drama series.  Then here comes my romance novels where I have purchased 60 of them through eBay.  Next are my fiction novels and documentaries that I bought out of curiosity that still need my attention.  My guitar skills need improvement.  Then my craziness over Korean drama made me purchase the audio, learn Korean language in a month.  Not to mention my Anime craze too.  Then my recent purchase of the game console wii which will get me hooked for sure if only I had enough time.  I still have to practice my anime illustrations.  I have yet to finish the beanie that I started crocheting.  Still need to go to the gym for the very extra pounds that need to be shed off.  Let me see finally this blog that needs to be updated or else there is no sense in having one.  Oh yeah still have to play with my lovable nieces in Chucky Cheese and my dogs in the park. PHEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see that is some of my hobbies but yet time is so limited that it is so hard for me to choose which one I should do first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-1631956624238986744?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1631956624238986744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=1631956624238986744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/1631956624238986744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/1631956624238986744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/bwah-i-have-not-written-any-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-9138226554614213204</id><published>2007-04-02T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:20:47.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1dglOQa340/RhEvTaKYf2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JWBOly7uB0M/s1600-h/paigow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048868667745927010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1dglOQa340/RhEvTaKYf2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JWBOly7uB0M/s320/paigow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paigow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup if you walk into a casino and check out the tables you will find a bunch of asians and pacific islanders hanging around the paigow tables. Personally I only like playing black jack but I always wondered why is paigow such a hit. Then i finally went over to check it out. Paigow reminds me so much of the filipino game named Pusoy. I have not had the guts to gamble yet but I am afraid I might get hooked. I am not a gambler but of course the penny and nickle slots always get me. I am so attracted into trying to hit the bonus which hardly happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-9138226554614213204?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9138226554614213204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=9138226554614213204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/9138226554614213204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/9138226554614213204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/paigow-yup-if-you-walk-into-casino-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1dglOQa340/RhEvTaKYf2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JWBOly7uB0M/s72-c/paigow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-4288862655269640012</id><published>2007-03-02T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:20:47.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1dglOQa340/RehOR2JcQyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O73d6D8cR7s/s1600-h/mygirl_b01[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037362251713757986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1dglOQa340/RehOR2JcQyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O73d6D8cR7s/s320/mygirl_b01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay from Romantic Novels I have moved to Korean Drama. The very first one I watched was My Girl. I could not stop laughing. Yoo Rin and Gong Chan is such a good match for this Drama flick. You could see the chemistry between them right away. When I bought this Series it was in one dvd disk so I was thinking, oh I will be done watching this in a day. Before I realized it the day came by and the night sneaked in while I am still watching the flick. Though it is quite a long 16 episode series you get hooked and want to keep on watching till the end. I highly recommend this Korean Drama to anybody who wants to laugh and feel good at the end. The funny part about it is that I do not have a favorite episode all of the episodes had made me laugh out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-4288862655269640012?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4288862655269640012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=4288862655269640012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4288862655269640012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4288862655269640012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-from-romantic-novels-i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1dglOQa340/RehOR2JcQyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O73d6D8cR7s/s72-c/mygirl_b01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-4523383444496902178</id><published>2007-02-21T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:52:46.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self Evaluation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate doing my annual self evaluation here at work. Really do you think that somebody would actually put that you have not met expectations and needs improvement? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think so especially when your annual raise depends on this review and on your boss's review on you. I do not see the need to fill one out when you have those annual one on one with your boss which they make you voice out any concerns you have work related of course. Though maybe it is a good way to market yourself since you could mention all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unnoticeable&lt;/span&gt; work you have done to be a good team player. But still I think people do notice if you are a good worker or not so I think it is wasted effort and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-4523383444496902178?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4523383444496902178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=4523383444496902178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4523383444496902178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/4523383444496902178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/self-evaluation-i-hate-doing-my-annual.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-821798558753114133</id><published>2007-02-19T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:18:06.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you know if somebody is worth it?  How do you put a price on somebody’s future?  Opportunities in a foreign land for people from 3rd world countries are so much but yet how to get it.  As neglected as we are in our own country, we tend to think there would be no problems left as long as we get to USA.  We forget or refuse to face the legal facts which are needed to be able to stay here.  If marriage is the answer to fully take advantage of what this country offers, how will you ask somebody to actually be committed like that?  Falling truly in love with somebody that will be the key for everything comes with people judging you if they found out that you don’t have legal status.  Is it worth the worries when you have your own problems regarding the rest of the family you left back home who is depending on every penny that you make?  When you are one of the lucky ones with proper paperwork would you take the risk of helping your countrymen and marry them to fix their status or will you turn your head the other way and hope you would not get noticed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-821798558753114133?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/821798558753114133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=821798558753114133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/821798558753114133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/821798558753114133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-do-you-know-if-somebody-is-worth-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-117070182116086218</id><published>2007-02-05T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:57:01.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know why people remain fat?  Before I gained all this weight I always thought why some people remained fat despite their depression.  Well since I am in that situation now I could honestly say it is because of people who would not even give them a chance.  Let us just say that I have been slap with reality and been pulled back into my depression when somebody made a comment about me.  It was not the normal fat jokes which I could handle it was more of a comment about what I think and have proof that I lost such weight is not what other people think or see.  For short if I told them that I fit size 10 they would be saying that I lied.  Which surprise me after they have just shared words of appreciation then they turn their back and talk shit about me.  I normally would ignore and move on but after I was so happy to realize that I lost a little more this morning and to be crushed just like that I was not prepared for a come back.  Someone has said worst stuff to me but I guess I did not take it that bad because it was expected unlike what I just experience has left me appalled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-117070182116086218?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117070182116086218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=117070182116086218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/117070182116086218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/117070182116086218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-know-why-people-remain-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-117017488027978433</id><published>2007-01-30T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:36:20.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let us talk about being obsessive.  I have this chauvinistic pig of a co-worker which finds women to be like changing clothes everyday.  Well he found a girl that, oh how he regretted knowing her, would hope most likely dreamed that he would take her seriously.  This girl would email him. If he would not answer then she would call on his phone and ask him why he did not answer.  She would wait for him beside his car and even look out the window to see us smoking on the parking lot.  Talk about being too demanding of attention.  It came to the point where just the sight of her made him nauseated.  I felt bad for him but he surely was asking for it.  I already mentioned to him that one of these days he would find a girl that would make him shit in his pants.  Now that is what i call sweet karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-117017488027978433?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117017488027978433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=117017488027978433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/117017488027978433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/117017488027978433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/let-us-talk-about-being-obsessive.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-117010738906850265</id><published>2007-01-29T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:52:13.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since i have been reading these romance novels I was wondering if I could give it a shot.  Yup that is exactly what I mean!  Me, as in me, to write one.  Well I tried it and I think I did a pretty good job but yet I dont know since I do not have an editor.  Bwahahaha.  Just enjoy it and please be kind to your comments since you have to consider this is my first time trying to write these stuff and it is only a part of it which by the way should grab some attention, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no indication of love, just pure lust.  Chasidy felt the color rush back into her cheeks for the embarrassment of feeling the same way about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hungrily covered her sweet red plump lips with his and tilted her head as if to devour her alive.  The tender but strong thrust of his tongue was making her loose all self control.  The poor little lass did not even squirm or hesitate on any of the moves he makes.  In a swift second they were both stark naked.  He could not believe his eyes for he cannot compare her beauty to anything.  He wanted to be in her and completely fill her with his love but he needs to please her and show her that he is worth the wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail of his kisses went further down her body.  She has never felt such excitement and pleasure before.  How could she have known when he was the first man that she ever had.  Her breathing was rapid, her body shaking as she grabbed a handful of his hair the moment his lips touch her most wet and swelling private area(don’t know how to call it without sounding like shit?).  She has never thought it would be this good that she tried to pull him up to show him how she desired his very touch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not about ready to give in to her little protest for he has never tasted anything sweater than her.  In one stroke he thrust his finger in and licked her till she yelled his name as if her life depends on it.  He continually stroked her while circling her nipples with his tongue.  Damn her, for her little cries got to him and he could not wait any longer.  He grabbed her and positioned himself between her thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so dazed with desire but that suddenly changed when she felt a jolt of pain run through her body.  She bit her lip as she tried to hold back the tears.  He whispered words of comfort and assured her it will all change in a minute.   He started stirring with in her that she was arching her back yearning for more.  She matched his intensity with hers to make sure that she received more of him.  He groaned and buried his face on her bosom as he glided faster and harder.  He was afraid of hurting her but he was wrong for every motion he made she kept her movement together with his.  Her eyes that were once filled with tears of pain have only the fire of lust.  He wanted to please her, he wanted her to want him, and the most he wanted her to love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-117010738906850265?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117010738906850265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=117010738906850265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/117010738906850265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/117010738906850265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/since-i-have-been-reading-these.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116965748831868033</id><published>2007-01-24T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T08:56:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot, which might surprise most of you since I am obviously not a thinker, about how lame I am turning out to be.  Last night, crap lets just say it has been a month, I have been turning down my friends and family about going out to do whatever.  I just feel that I have lots of stuff to do at home, but once I am home I find myself playing the guitar, watching dvds, drawing, playing with my dogs, reading my pathetic romance novels, cleaning the condo, paying bills or just plain sleeping.  I am entitled to enjoy the things I like to do right?  Two jobs, my place, hobbies and 3 dogs surely take so much of my time.  How I wish there would be more time so I could do more stuff?  I know that I need to budget my time so that everything will have equal attention and I swear I do but some people ask more of me than I am able to give.  I know that they are upset but I can only do so much since I am in such a tight schedule.  Sometimes I feel like I am neglecting things and people.  But I do visit my family twice a month I know it is not much but I guess I have to try harder.  Living alone has this effect on me where it seems like I can not get enough of the freedom that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116965748831868033?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116965748831868033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116965748831868033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116965748831868033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116965748831868033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-been-thinking-lot-which-might.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116948369681468817</id><published>2007-01-22T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:34:56.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the f*ck is wrong with me?  Here I am trying the hardest to save money but one trip to the video/game store and I come out with 15 dvds and 2 games.  Well I am not really that upset because I may have spent a lot but it is not really like I spend money this way everyday.  I was watching 20/20 the other day which previewed two families.  One family has both parents working with a very good paying job and the other family making less that 35K a year.  Guess which family has a house a no credit card debt?  Yes, it is the family making less than 35K a year.  The other family is about to claim bankruptcy in few months despite their high wages.  The Enconomides family is known to be the cheapest family in America, no kidding!  They go to the grocery store and using a bunch of coupons.  They communicate with a walkie talkie to confirm with each other the prices of goods in the store.  The funny and most bizarre part is they purchase almost expired goods like deli meat or can goods.  Per the Encomides family they have never gotten sick from eating expired or almost expired food.  With clothing and other stuff they go to the thrift stores, 99 cent stores and goodwill.  (Goodwill and Thrift Stores are places where you could buy second hand stuff.)  I give them two thumbs up for making it work despite the size of their family.  Man I wish I have their determination and will power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116948369681468817?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116948369681468817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116948369681468817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116948369681468817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116948369681468817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-fck-is-wrong-with-me-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116922451217895489</id><published>2007-01-19T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:35:12.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was listening to the radio while on the way to work and I heard something really interesting.  Since 2000 there was a 40% increase of women being single and 2005 there was a 51% increase.  No wonder I can not get a date!  Ha ha ha ha!  I guess women now a day prefer to be smart and shop for better quality instead of settling down with someone less our expectations.  The fact that I am not the only single woman in the world made me feel good and worried at the same time.  Good because I know that I would have more confidence to go through this and worried because how am I going to find the man for me out there with all these single women?  I sure hope despite all my imperfections I would still be able to find him or vice versa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116922451217895489?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116922451217895489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116922451217895489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116922451217895489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116922451217895489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-listening-to-radio-while-on-way.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116861939198118596</id><published>2007-01-12T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:29:52.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching sex in the city last night and the topic was “the zsa zsa zsu”, which is the feeling of butterflies in you stomach, knees weakening and not able to concentrate when that special someone is around.  What ever they said on that episode was true that there are couples who stays together never feeling “the zsa zsa zsu” which means their relationship is mainly for companionship.  I remember my first crush back in the days and I am so f*ckin stupid then but I think it has nothing to do about my innocence.  I blame it all on that zsa zsa zsu kind of feeling where I would make so many embarrassing and humiliating experiences just because of one person.  As time goes by and I grew older, hopefully more knowledgeable about stuff, I find myself missing having that zsa zsa zsu feeling.  It is so hard to just fall in love like that when you are older or maybe this is only true for me.  I think it is because we start placing conditions on things meaning we do not want to settle with anything less than what we expect.  When we were kids and we liked somebody it is because we truly just like them and not because they have a nice car, clothes or can afford to take you out on a descent date.  Now it seems like the zsa zsa zsu will never happen again which I hope is not true and I will be waiting for that guy that would make me feel ZSA ZSA ZSU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116861939198118596?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116861939198118596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116861939198118596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116861939198118596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116861939198118596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-watching-sex-in-city-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116854013798558084</id><published>2007-01-11T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:35:44.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lost sleep for a couple of days now all because of the romance novels that I have been reading lately.  My coworkers are laughing at me because I am so into these books and I told them that it is one of the books that have Fabio in front.  Yes, yes it is one of those sex books but I like the story.  Call me hopeless romantic or pathetic and maybe I am but I like the whole thing about dukes, queens, kings, baron and all those crap.  Of course not their way of life supporting slavery but just the love story itself.  The fact of winning a girls hand and sometimes the girls would be so boldly as to do everything to win a man.  To my astonishment I am so tantalized by these romantic novels and sometimes hoped that a guy would have enough courage to show how much he wants the girl.  I know that these novels are part of our imagination and hope that it would happen in reality.  But maybe I am asking for too much and hoping for something simply impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116854013798558084?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116854013798558084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116854013798558084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116854013798558084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116854013798558084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-lost-sleep-for-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116775369561094954</id><published>2007-01-02T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:01:35.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever had the feeling of uneasiness and you just can not figure out where it is coming from?  I have that feeling right now.  It is absolutely driving me nuts.  Since it is a New Year maybe I am getting the jitters of tackling new challenges that will cross my way.  But yet this feeling is so strong that it is hard to comfort myself and reaffirming that everything will be okay.  I do not want to feel this way for very long because I need my confidence back.  I hate to be depressed for the rest of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116775369561094954?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116775369561094954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116775369561094954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116775369561094954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116775369561094954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-you-ever-had-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116741157255184997</id><published>2006-12-29T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T08:59:32.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow, another year has ended.  I swear that time goes by so fast that before you realize it you are once again about to be a year older and hoping for a better upcoming year.  Sometimes when you look back there are things that you regret, but you should not dwell on the past rather learn from it, right?  Many people probably have a list of resolutions that they want to achieve, while I have nothing, except to take everything slow.  This is the year that I should start thinking more of how to take care of myself than to worry about satisfying other people’s expectation of me.  I want to enjoy the things I like doing such as finish all my video games, draw all the illustrations I like, crochet myself a couple of hats and scarves and finally learn to accept my body and improve it.  I am not going to stress myself and put a distinctive deadline on the things I want to achieve, instead, like I said earlier, I want to take everything slow.  People always tell me what to do and how to do them.  Trust me, I am thankful for the helpful advices but at the same time I feel like I have failed by not doing it the way they wanted me to.  But all that really matters right now is how I perceive it and how it will better my life.  I should admit to myself that I can not satisfy everybody because human beings are known for never being satisfied with anything, anyways.  We always crave for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116741157255184997?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116741157255184997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116741157255184997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116741157255184997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116741157255184997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-wow-another-year-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116654573413563438</id><published>2006-12-19T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:28:54.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a funny story - I was working on my retail job when I had this customer who was quite old.  She approached me with a smile and asked me with a very tiny voice, Do you guys have any duvets?  I was so preoccupied with fixing the shelfs that I turned to her and said, Mam, I am very sorry but we do not sell toupees(sounds like duvets) here.  She turned all red and looked at me with angry eyes.  I said I needed a duvet not a toupee, direct me to a person who actually understands english.  I was like, I am very sorry for the misunderstanding but here are our duvets if you still need someone else to help you I would gladly look for someone.  Deng, come on it is a honest mistake dont prosecute me for it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116654573413563438?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116654573413563438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116654573413563438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116654573413563438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116654573413563438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-is-funny-story-i-was-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116490290502766216</id><published>2006-11-30T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:08:25.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holiday is just around the corner.  Buying gifts especially to those people you know have everything they wanted already is the hardest task for me to do.  What do you actually give a person who could easily buy or already own everything that they wanted?  Besides the fact that I have limtited funds, what should I do?  I was thinking of making something so it would be more personal but I'm so tired considering that I have 2 jobs right now.  How about a nice card with the big bolded words, "I OWE YOU ONE!"  Ha ha ha.  I bet you they will be taking away their gifts for me in an instant.  Working for a retail store makes me look at what most people are buying as gifts.  You'll find the usual clothes, PS3, wii, shoes ... I always wonder what can be the most craziest gift that one person can give another?  Well if you guys have a story please tell I would love to hear them.  Happy Holidays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116490290502766216?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116490290502766216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116490290502766216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116490290502766216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116490290502766216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116405041602880279</id><published>2006-11-20T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:20:16.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A dozen of eggs, gallon of milk, celery, broccoli, papaya, apples, grapes, cereal, wheat bread.....  This is how my grocery list looks like before I go to the store.  But here I am unpacking the stuff and wondering what the hell did I buy.  Soda, chips and dip, hotdogs, and all the snacks I can think off.  Then to top that, I forgot the milk and the eggs.  I swear I will not go grocery shopping when I am hungry.  Sometimes I think I am prepared to stay away from the bad stuff but I always make excuses for myself like well I need snacks to keep me awake or when I have guests over I need to offer them something to eat.  Ha ha ha ha pretty pathetic huh?!?.  Well all I can say at least I have not gained back any of the 30 pounds that I lost so hopefully I will not screw it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116405041602880279?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116405041602880279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116405041602880279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116405041602880279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116405041602880279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/dozen-of-eggs-gallon-of-milk-celery.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116361192878495660</id><published>2006-11-15T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:35:38.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I remember putting gas and then placing my ATM Card on the back pocket of my jeans.  Then a week has passed by and now I have washed and worn the jeans again but my ATM is no where insight.  If you are asking me why the hell did I not notice that it was missing days ago?  Well the answer to that is I have no idea?  Luckily I have called my bank and there was no transactions done to my account.  But just when I needed to take money out right now I have to travel all the way to my bank to get it which sucks cause that is an extra trip that I need to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116361192878495660?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116361192878495660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116361192878495660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116361192878495660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116361192878495660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-i-remember-putting-gas-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116293821988072094</id><published>2006-11-07T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:43:01.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Personal space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big should your personal space be?  I ask this question because I have somehow unconsciously placed an invisible barrier around me.  Trust me this barrier is freakin big and anybody crossing that line will surely know that it made me really uncomfortable.  I, myself, respect people's personal space and try to work around it.  But now I have noticed that this barrier I placed on me maybe one reason why people think I am so not available.  I am not and have never been a touchy feely person.  I hardly give people even my own family an embrace when we see each other or when we go our separate ways.  This have to change I understand that because I want to show people who are close to me that they mean a lot and every memory is treasured.  Somehow I feel uncomfortable when people give me a peck on the chicks or even and embrace of appreciation.  Is this because of my past?  Is this my way of saying that I am emotionally damaged and have a hard time trusting again?  I have no idea why I do that all I know that it makes me uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116293821988072094?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116293821988072094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116293821988072094' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116293821988072094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116293821988072094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/personal-space-how-big-should-your.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116248658615967984</id><published>2006-11-02T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:56:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently in a hibernating state of my life.  The cold is getting to me.  I try to do some of my chores after work but once I hit the bed all I wanna do is watch TV and lounge around.  Even eating is not appealing to me right now.  I just feel like I do not have energy to do much of anything.  So many unfinished projects are laying around the floor taunting me to go through it but there I lay lifeless and hypnotized by the TV.  I normally don't act this way.  Sitting around unless it is in a coffee shop is more of what I prefer but somehow like I said I am so out of it.  But trust me there are a lot of good shows on TV this season but is it really healthy to be just sitting there waiting for the next show until you eventually fall into a deep trance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116248658615967984?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116248658615967984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116248658615967984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116248658615967984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116248658615967984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-currently-in-hibernating-state-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116196455740737012</id><published>2006-10-27T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:56:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is my biological clock ticking and leaving me behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a birthday lunch with 3 of my coworkers yesterday.  One of them just turned 45 but she looks really good for her age.  According to them once you reached 25 they just stop counting.  It does not mean that they are depressed about the increasing number but it is just that they don’t feel any older.  I just turned 29 and the reality of being single in this age is scary.  Most men are either taken or have a family and I am definitely not planning to be a home wrecker.   Those who happen to be single are looking for a younger, sophisticated goddess where for sure I am out of the picture.  But of course they are not going to admit that to your face and they would say something bogus like he is out there he just needs to find you.  Whatever!  My body is giving me signals of depreciation and these signs scare me.  I feel like my biological clock is about to run out of battery and before I can make a move it will completely die out.  That is just not fair how only women have a biological clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116196455740737012?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116196455740737012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116196455740737012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116196455740737012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116196455740737012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-my-biological-clock-ticking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116162201671322817</id><published>2006-10-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T09:46:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea life can bring so much out of you as well as in you.  I dont even know if I quite understand myself.  Let us just say if you have been through a bad relationship where your partner cheated on you for more than a year, would you go back with her/him?  Is it really love that is why we discard our own pain just to have the person back in our life?  Maybe we just dont want to accept the change of being alone again that is why we deal with the hurt instead.  I can not speak for those people who cheated but for those people who got cheated on then I can say a lot of stuff.  Getting out of our comfort zone is really scary at times, but to fool ourselves in thinking that this person still loves me despite the fact that he/she already have another is just plain suicide.  At the same time you are destroying more of the relationship than what can be left as a good memory.  I know that they say you have to fight for the one you love yet they left the most important part of that saying.  It should go like this - "Fight for the one you love for the right reasons."  How do you say you love the person if you trap them within your barriers of so called love to satisfy your own fear of being single?  That is just selfish and might I say really risky if you still want to remain friends in the end.  I have my fair share of pain and selfishness but I should have known better to let things go the way it is suppose to be.  We fear the things we do not know and try to hang on to things that are familiar but yet we forget that people change, things change and the world will still go on with or without our consent.  Is it really fair for us to hold on to people who does not really share the same emotions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116162201671322817?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116162201671322817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116162201671322817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116162201671322817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116162201671322817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/deng-i-have-no-idea-life-can-bring-so.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116112118994184191</id><published>2006-10-17T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:43:38.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2268095790095363648bmRJIo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thumb8.webshots.net/t/59/659/0/95/79/2268095790095363648bmRJIo_th.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;by &lt;a href=http://community.webshots.com/user/joobjoo&gt; joobjoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSERS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you leave 4 bored people in a picnic with playing cards?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116112118994184191?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116112118994184191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116112118994184191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116112118994184191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116112118994184191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/by-joobjoo-losers-what-happens-when.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116058110313874209</id><published>2006-10-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T08:38:23.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations have always been a part of human nature.  But for some, expectations maybe lower than others.  When we get disappointed, most likely due to unexpected results we tend to get hard on ourselves or make up excuses along the way.  I on the other hand, have low or no expectations, which is sometimes good and bad at the same time.  Good in a way that I shield myself from the pain, but it is also bad because I do not challenge myself that much.  Everybody has potential I just chose to make sure of the result before showing any more interest into the subject.  But sometimes words not meant to be said or are loosely spoken may hurt you no matter how much you try not to be affected by it.  Do you ever feel fulfilled with the life choices and challenges that you have chosen to go through?  This is the question that has been bothering me ever since my life-changing incident.  I hate regretting things that has happened to me but being depressed I just cant help but wonder how my life would have turned out if I did not make stupid mistakes.  Yes my mistakes in life made me stronger but it has also made me loose faith in myself.  How many more of my expectations should I fail before I really ruin my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116058110313874209?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116058110313874209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116058110313874209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116058110313874209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116058110313874209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/expectations-expectations-have-always.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-116041213379878406</id><published>2006-10-09T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T09:42:13.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Canadians are so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a cruise to Mexico.  In the cruise we were stuck in the ship for 3 days before we landed to Alcapulco.  During that duration of time you get to mingle with the other people on the trip.  I have noticed how the friendliest people who were willing to talk and joke around were canadians.  Forget about people from LA they will be looking straight at you thinking you have something fishy under your sleeve.  But the minute you wake up and start walking around the boat the canadians are the ones who would say goodmorning and hold the elevator for you.  How do I know they are canadians most of them have the accent or some kind of clothing or thing that has the canadian flag on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-116041213379878406?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116041213379878406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=116041213379878406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116041213379878406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/116041213379878406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/canadians-are-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115747019426839018</id><published>2006-09-05T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:33:56.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been so out of it lately.  At work or at home I feel like I do not want to do anything at all except being a couch potatoe.  Okay I will admit that I have been staying out really late with friends.  I can only say one thing, it is so hard to have friends that works the graveyard shifts cause they are surely awake till wee hours.  But I think that this will all change since I am not allowed to hang out in my sister's apartment anymore.  Why you say. Well my sister lives with her girlfriend and her girlfriend's sister's family.(huh dont really know if I wrote that correctly.  Anyway, they have a 17 year old daughter(just got here from pinas), a friend and I decided to take her to an outside mall and maybe watch a movie.  Of course we asked permission from the parents before we went anywhere with her.  We got home around 12:50 AM.  This was the first time we brought her somewhere.  Well when I dropped her off we noticed her dad standing outside the door.  Naturally she ran inside the house and her father stopped us to talk.  He was thanking us for our good intentions but this would be the last time he would let her go out with us.  Take note of the word last time I think he needs to rephrase it as the only time that we would take her out.  I was fine with what he said and deligintly nodded my head and left with my friend.  I wanted to say something but seeing him all teary eyed I decided that I should keep my mouth shut.  Then I felt kind of mad cause he did not have to talk to me and my friend.  He should have just talked to me alone since I am the person he knows.  I apologized to my friend even though he said that everything was okay.  Anyways I guess that is the last time I will invite a minor to go out.  Keep on forgetting the curfew kind of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115747019426839018?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115747019426839018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115747019426839018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115747019426839018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115747019426839018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-been-so-out-of-it-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115626834287725928</id><published>2006-08-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:39:02.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fillings(Pasta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so drowzy today.  I feel like crap, my teeth freakin hurt and I feel like yanking the whole tooth out and then burn those stupid nerves that is driving me over the edge.  How can one small tooth cause so much excruciating pain?   How did all this happened?  Well my filling came out which exposed the cavity and the most sensitive nerves of my teeth which at the same time is killing me softly.  Now I know why they do not advice you to drive if you have a toothache.  It takes your whole concentration to not notice the throbbing pain that makes it twice or even thrice as hard to drive and focus on the road ahead.  I drank vicodin, motrin and tylenol last night and I still was not able to get my sleep.  Not to mention that I drank 1000 mg of each med to make sure  it will knock me down but of course not the pain on my tooth got even worse.  Remind me to tell my kid to take care of your teeth cause this pain is tormenting me and leading me to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I just have to deal with this pain for 2 more days and my doctor better fix this crap or else!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115626834287725928?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115626834287725928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115626834287725928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115626834287725928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115626834287725928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/fillingspasta-i-am-so-drowzy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115575227052509121</id><published>2006-08-16T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:17:50.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OLD FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I talked to one of my oldest friends back in City College.  I felt a little weird reminiscing the past with him probably because of the realization that it has been 11 years since we first met.  I felt like the years passed by so fast and now here we were 11 years later still gossiping about the same people and saying same old jokes.  Do you guys remember being asked before when we were kids on how we see our selves after college and I bet most of us said married with a house and a stable job.  How innocent we were back then to be hoping that life would go as planned.  But like Forrest Gump said "Life is a box of chocolates you would never know what is inside or something like that."  I am not a good person to be quoting somebody else cause I never remember them.  Anyways sometimes it is really good to talk and hear a familiar voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115575227052509121?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115575227052509121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115575227052509121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115575227052509121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115575227052509121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/old-friends-last-night-i-talked-to-one.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115516407457627689</id><published>2006-08-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:04:16.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; padding: 1px; height:198px; width:373px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/looplet.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=AwzMnS6qo4cLebmrad45Np2dAbhDBRqN&amp;flnb=1&amp;incr=1" name="looplet" align="middle" bgcolor="#333333" width="373" height="180" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; width:373px; height:18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://looplets.filmloop.com/link?id=AwzMnS6qo4cLebmrad45Np2dAbhDBRqN"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/click_here.gif" border=0 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmloop.adbureau.net/adclick/CID=0000073c0000000000000000"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/flash_logo.gif" border=0 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115516407457627689?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115516407457627689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115516407457627689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115516407457627689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115516407457627689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115402746479997760</id><published>2006-07-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:11:04.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #ffffff;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Meliza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1…. I have watched A walk to remember 3 times this week.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am on my 2nd week of the Nutrisystem Diet plan.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I lost a total of 6 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I beat my record of finishing a soduko puzzle in 6 mins.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I called my x regarding my certified divorce papers. &lt;br /&gt;6.  I am on my second box of smokes for this week.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I really need to buy air conditioner for my condo.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have updated my 43 things blog.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I have finsihed 2 of my projects at work.&lt;br /&gt;10. It was my dads birthday last 25th and I cheated on my Nutrisystem Diet.&lt;br /&gt;11. I still have to finish reading my book " dancing naked till dawn"&lt;br /&gt;12. Downloaded the latest Naruto anime series episode.&lt;br /&gt;13. Going to happy hour tomorrow and drink the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. 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Now I am debating for pursuing a new career of Medical Coding, Graphic Artist, a veterinarian, and so many other options.  I am so confused I do not know which one to choose. Though many have said that you need to choose a career that makes you happy that is kind of hard to do especially when you are financially challenged.  Responsibilities kicks in and so many other factors that could hinder you from doing something you most desire.  I am not saying it is impossible, it is just that you have to consider so many things in your life. Time is clicking away and I still have not made a decision yet.  I am one sad, sad, and sad puppy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="goalprogresslink"&gt;See more progress on: &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/people/progress/joobjoo?on=3263850"&gt;decide what the hell I would like to do with the rest of my life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115393154678649211?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115393154678649211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115393154678649211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115393154678649211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115393154678649211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-hell-do-i-want-to-do-with-my-life.html' title='What the hell do I want to do with my life?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115385924497912928</id><published>2006-07-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:28:53.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Go Box Thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a humid night and we ate out for dinner by the beach.  Normally anything that was left uneaten you would take it home and enjoy it for lunch tomorrow or do whatever you want with it.  Well I had a steak and my friend had a pizza.  There was so much left over that we decided to take it home considering that it was an expensive meal.  As we left the restaurant, we started talking and lounging around by the pier.  My friend walked a few steps away from where we were to tie her shoe and placed the to go box right by her.  When she came back to talk to us she forgot about the to go box which was fine cause it was just a few steps away from us.  Plus the smell of the food was bothering us.  Anyway to go back to the story, a young man on bike was driving by and we happened to glance at him.  He was riding his bike really close to the group, which made us worried that he might hit one of us.   Then before we knew it he snatched the to go box and drove away.  It took us about 5 seconds before we could react and started yelling at him calling him a thief and cursing him out.  My friend even yelled out that we had some kind of virus and he might catch it from our food.  We looked at her and told her to shut up cause instead of embarrassing him she was embarrassing us which was totally humiliating cause people started looking at us.  Then we started laughing our head out and went straight to the bar next door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115385924497912928?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115385924497912928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115385924497912928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115385924497912928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115385924497912928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-go-box-thief-it-was-humid-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115274381694331599</id><published>2006-07-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:53:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/1600/deadmanschest_standee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/320/deadmanschest_standee.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word- HOT!  Johnny Depp was sizzling in this movie.  Orlando Bloom too but I am cheering Johnny Depp on this one.  The movie is so good and funny.  There was never a dull moment and the graphics are so good.  Bravo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115274381694331599?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115274381694331599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115274381694331599' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115274381694331599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115274381694331599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-of-caribbean-dead-mans-chest.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115263069237622092</id><published>2006-07-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:47:46.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutrisystem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="goalentry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am trying to do the Nutrisystem diet.  I know it might be just another fad diet but since my sister is willing to pay for it then why not.  Frankly since it is a month worth of food it beats the bill when you go grocery shopping.  Yeah the only thing is you have to eat the meals and not eat anything else except fruits and vegetables.  Well this is my 3rd day and yes I cheated my way through the first day as usual cause it was pretty hard, the meals felt like I just ate a snack or something.  Well wish me luck and yeah I did not forget about working out somehow I am trying to find my motivation.  My sister have a punching bag, treadmill and bicycle, so I go there after work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="goalprogresslink"&gt;See more progress on: &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/people/progress/joobjoo?on=2443301"&gt;loose weight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115263069237622092?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115263069237622092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115263069237622092' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115263069237622092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115263069237622092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/nutrisystem.html' title='Nutrisystem'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115255294359794525</id><published>2006-07-10T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:36:45.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty boring for me.  On Friday night after work I went out to a cool Korean place with my friends.  In Guppy Tea House it was pretty relaxing with all the plants and aquariums around.  They serve this big ass fresh fruits and shaved ice with condensed milk in a big bowl.  Just what I needed to end the hot day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I did my laundry at my sister's house while baby sitting and dog sitting at the same time.  I swear your perception about having a family changes when you spend the whole day alone with a 3 yr old girl, a baby and a puppy.  It surely drained me out.  So when I went home around 10 at night all I did was watch my Season 3 Will and Grace with a cold glass of COKE and a couple of cigarettes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell asleep and woke up realizing I left my TV and lamp on the whole night.  Of course since it is a brand new day and I needed something new to do so I watched my DVD's specifically, The Perfect Man, 13 going on 30, How to loose a guy in 10 days, Pretty in Pink, Chances Are and again the next couple of disc from Will and Grace.  Sure I did some light cleaning and some playing around with my dogs but - Yup I was just too lazy to get out of the house and do something more productive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115255294359794525?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115255294359794525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115255294359794525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115255294359794525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115255294359794525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring-this-weekend-was-pretty-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115204731457462418</id><published>2006-07-04T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:08:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1998 Honda Accord 2 dr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my accident that left me car-less for almost 6 months I have not thought of buying another car.  I was fine borrowing my brother-in-law's old beaten up 1990 civic.  It was fun driving that car cause people would look at me like I don't have money.  There was this funny incident too where I needed to order in the drive through but due to my car shaking too much the guy actually asked me to get out of my car and order inside cause he could not understand me.  Those were the good old days.  Despite that car being old I have no big mechanical problems with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here is my dad who decided out of the blue to buy another used car for me from one of our extended family member.  A 1998 Honda Accord 2 dr Coupe.  It was all sporty looking and pretty compared to what I was driving then.  I am the type of person who does not really care about cars as long as they take me to where I have to go then I will be fine.  Well this so called new used car that I have decided to die on me for no apparent reason.  I have brought that stupid car to 3 mechanics and they could not figure out why the car would just not start at a random time.  Like I said my old car may look shitty at least it is dependable while this one looks like a real sporty car but will sure die on me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115204731457462418?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115204731457462418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115204731457462418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115204731457462418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115204731457462418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/1998-honda-accord-2-dr-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115168847772102946</id><published>2006-06-30T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:27:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is this so hard to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="goalentry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am having a hard time to work out.  I know that I should do it to have better health but I am just not motivated.  There is this pants that I bought two sizes smaller for me to get motivated and start working out so I could fit into them.  But&amp;#8230;  My fat pictures displayed on the walls was one of my friends idea so I would be reminded to work out.  But&amp;#8230;.  The worst part of all is that I dont even make excuses why I should not work out I just plainly tell them that I am seriously not motivated and I do not know why.  I do not want to wait until I get diabetes or &lt;span class="caps"&gt;CHF&lt;/span&gt; just to realize that I have to do what it takes to loose weight.  Argh, just writing this blog entry frustrates me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="goalprogresslink"&gt;See more progress on: &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/people/progress/joobjoo?on=3067891"&gt;start working out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115168847772102946?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115168847772102946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115168847772102946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115168847772102946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115168847772102946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-is-this-so-hard-to-do.html' title='Why is this so hard to do?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-115073670779738467</id><published>2006-06-19T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:05:07.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can one love one’s self despite the faults?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="goalentry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am having a hard time loving myself.  Though there are times that I try to say something good, reality kicks in and hits me right on my face.  We are always reminded by our failures more than our achievements.  I feel like somewhere down the road of trying to be an adult and cope up with the responsibilities tied with it I have lost myself.  Frankly at times I feel like I do not even know who I am anymore.  I do not know if I am a good person or a bad person.  I do not know if I enjoy the sunrise or sunset.  There are many excuses for things that I have done and consequences I have to face.  But is this really who I am?  Maybe, psychiatric help is needed to ease one’s mind.  I have admitted my faults in life but I do not think I have accepted them.  How can I accept that I have failed myself?  Remember the greatest question that we ask kids all the time?  What do you want to be when you grow up?  Now I dread those days when I had answered them so enthusiastically that I see myself getting married with 4 kids and a descent house with 2 dogs.  That may seems so simple to some but a blurry and distant dream to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="goalprogresslink"&gt;See more progress on: &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/people/progress/joobjoo?on=3487178"&gt;learn to love myself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-115073670779738467?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115073670779738467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=115073670779738467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115073670779738467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/115073670779738467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-can-one-love-ones-self-despite.html' title='How can one love one’s self despite the faults?'/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114970121474030150</id><published>2006-06-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:26:54.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people cheat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not about to answer that question because I have no idea why.  I have a friend who is what you call perfect physically, per the men out there and she has a really good personality too.  She has dated men and they have cheated.  For some odd reason she tried dating women and they still cheated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many may think that there must be something wrong with her that is why people cheat but yet when I relate this to my own relationships I have noticed that a number of them have cheated on me too.  Now cheating was never my thing that is why I never chose to even try it.  Why can't people be mature enough and trust the person that they once loved will appreciate it more if were told sooner about the situation?  Why would they lag and let time pass them by then before you know it you have wasted a year or two fooling each other?  It is bad enough that they cheated on you but to even realize the time and effort wasted makes it even worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114970121474030150?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114970121474030150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114970121474030150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114970121474030150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114970121474030150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-do-people-cheat-i-am-not-about-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114910955524037386</id><published>2006-05-31T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:06:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babies, babies, babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that women are popping out babies everywhere.  At the office, the women who has given birth a year and a half ago are planning for their next baby but they have sex prefference.  Then this Chinese Lunar Calendar for Woman's Conceiving age came up and it shows what month and age the mother needs to be in order to concieve with the specific sex of the baby would be if read correctly.  Like I said it has to be the month the baby is to be conceived and not the month when they are to be born.  Well here is the link and please tell me if it is true to you too.  It is pretty accurate with my sister's babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holodeck.com/pregnancy/chinese-cal.html"&gt;Woman's Conceiving Age&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114910955524037386?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114910955524037386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114910955524037386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114910955524037386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114910955524037386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/babies-babies-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114858869882673172</id><published>2006-05-25T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:24:58.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/1600/BD_Heron_GBlue_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/320/BD_Heron_GBlue_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visit my sister's house every now and then.  They have a Koi pond so I bought a couple of new fishes for them.  Well my dad said that there was this huge bird and ate 3 of the huge koi in the pond.  I was so shocked cause my sister's house is no where near any beach.  Well we tried everything and nothing worked to keep the bird away.  It would come back and eat more.  Finally we bought a tent and placed it over the pond, then tied fish lines everywhere.  Ha ha ha ha the bird got caught and then flew away.  Our fishes are safe for now but we still see the bird sitting on the fence watching, more like thinking on how he can get the fishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114858869882673172?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114858869882673172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114858869882673172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114858869882673172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114858869882673172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/heron-i-visit-my-sisters-house-every.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114781362913610513</id><published>2006-05-16T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:05:13.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/1600/appleyuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/320/appleyuck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apple with a worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed something to snack on since I am about to fall out of my chair here at work. Then I remembered that I brought an apple from home where I bought it from a major grocery store. I started biting into it when I thought to myself that it was to big and I need to cut it up. Actually I had a couple of bites already by the time I cut the apple in the middle. Like I said I was sleepy and needed to munch on something so I bit a couple of times while walking to go to the break room. Then a worm was sleeping inside the apple right on the core. I almost threw up and then I thought that some countries eat worms, right? Convincing myself that I should not throw up and just throw it away was way too hard. Lesson learned: Just because the apple is bright and shiny does not mean its all good inside. Key point - always cut fruits in the middle to save yourself with the horrific experience of seeing a worm or a bug sleeping or waving right at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114781362913610513?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114781362913610513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114781362913610513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114781362913610513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114781362913610513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/apple-with-worm-i-needed-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114764776498966316</id><published>2006-05-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:51:45.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/320/girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have different experiences with their mothers.  I cannot speak for everybody but I truly am thankful to my Mom for everything.  Everyone knows that it is not the easiest job in the world but many dreams to be one.  Through all the child birth, cooking, laundry, games, recitals and other family events it is only fair to have a day dedicated to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to greet everybody a Happy Mother's Day, totally hands down to my Mom and to my Sister.  I have the pleasure of knowing 2 of the strongest mothers.  My mom for putting up with all my antics and understanding what I have been through.  To my sister who has been there for me in the hardest time and giving me the support that I needed.  I am sure that Kaitlyn, Hannah, Joe and my Dad are very thankful that you guys are a part of their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very touched by duke's entry, &lt;a href="http://suncatcherph.com/duke/nfblog/my-mother-my-hero/"&gt;My Mom My Hero&lt;/a&gt;.  Frankly I am guilty with not showing much of my appreciation to my family.  It is not because I do not want to but it is because no words, gifts or actions that I could share with them will show how much they mean to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114764776498966316?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114764776498966316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114764776498966316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114764776498966316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114764776498966316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day-everybody-have.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114745378548486323</id><published>2006-05-12T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:09:45.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OUTSOURCING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to say if outsourcing work to other countries is an advantage or disadvantage.  Today we found out that our company has outsourced our data entry to the Philippines.  At one point it will sure benefit them over there since job is scarce but yet around 1000 employees over here are loosing their jobs.  Reality hits a lot of people here especially those who were not able to go to college.  Our company has a lot of employees who started doing data entry and has earned the seniority.  They know that they would not get the same wage as they are getting now anywhere else.  On the other hand there are more unfortunate people in the Philippines that needs a paying job.  If you think about it, the winner is the company since they are paying cheaper wage for the same amount of work being done.  Being a filipino and working with people that are going to get laid off it is kind of hard to explain what I feel right now.  Well what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114745378548486323?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114745378548486323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114745378548486323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114745378548486323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114745378548486323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/outsourcing-it-is-hard-to-say-if.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114711626823828323</id><published>2006-05-08T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:24:28.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does "Asian" mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Yang is asking help on answering this question. There are more information about him in &lt;a href="http://www.angryasianman.com/angry.html"&gt; Angry Asian Man. &lt;/a&gt;  Since it is Asian Pacific American Heritage Month, which I never heard of it before and shame on me I say.  Well to make up for my faults I would like to help out in asking people if you could lend Jeff a hand and give him your thoughts about this question.  Here is the &lt;a href="http://instantyang.blogspot.com/2006/05/instant-yang-need-your-help-what-does.html"&gt;full blog article&lt;/a&gt; where you will find series of questions that you could answer and his contact information to email your comments and suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114711626823828323?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114711626823828323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114711626823828323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114711626823828323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114711626823828323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-does-asian-mean-to-you-jeff-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114678457972341791</id><published>2006-05-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:16:19.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I have been out of the single's life for quite some time and I think I am ready to hop back in.  But where the **** do I start.  Is it really true that the generation of single people now a days are one of the most vain and so into what do you have to offer me(materialistically) type of people?  Well if that is the case then I would rather hop back out.  Though I am not that old yet I find it hard to just start dating.  I feel like I am so stuck in the nineties for this type of crap.  I have been watching all sorts of love story kind of movies and oh how I wish it was that easy.  I am starting to think that I am a hopeless case.  There are so many single girls out there who are sexy and has a lot to offer.  Competing with them would be like suicide.  But yet no one ever did say looking for a partner would be easy.  Well, well I should not wave my white flag just quite yet without even putting some kind of effort...  Or maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are men good for?  Besides the fact that they carry the heavy stuff and do the manly chores.  What do they have to offer me that I cannot do myself?  Maye I should leave this question in the air since I cannot answer them.  Oh yeah if you guys are thinking about the baby thing - well adoption is an absolute option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114678457972341791?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114678457972341791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114678457972341791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114678457972341791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114678457972341791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-i-have-been-out-of-singles-life.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114675891903699865</id><published>2006-05-04T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:08:39.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know about you guys but sounds like the party is at Mexico!  Lets go and PARTY!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/la-fg-legalize3may03,0,3127645.story"&gt;Mexico to Allow Use of Drugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114675891903699865?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114675891903699865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114675891903699865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114675891903699865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114675891903699865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-about-you-guys-but-sounds.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114667742690143340</id><published>2006-05-03T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:35:34.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/1600/PROCRAST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/320/PROCRAST.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read this interesting post from my 43things I got to do.  It is so funny that I actually said a couple of these lines myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner I fall behind, the more time I have to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren’t for the last minute, I wouldn’t get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn’t the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest labour-saving inventions of today is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to stop putting things off, starting tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is like a credit card: it’s a lot of fun until you get the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is similar experience to masturbation, it feels good while you’re doing it, but it sucks afterwards when you realize that you just screwed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator’s Creed:&lt;br /&gt;1. I believe that if anything is worth doing, it would have been done already. &lt;br /&gt;2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses. &lt;br /&gt;3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime of consideration. &lt;br /&gt;4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect to receive from missing them. &lt;br /&gt;5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations. &lt;br /&gt;6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given. &lt;br /&gt;7. I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitely small, is not exactly zero. &lt;br /&gt;8. If at first I don’t succeed, there is always next year. &lt;br /&gt;9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind. &lt;br /&gt;10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or write the first word, when I get around to it. &lt;br /&gt;11. I obey the law of inverse excuses which demands that the greater the task to be done, the more insignificant the work that must be done prior to beginning the greater task. &lt;br /&gt;12. I know that the work cycle is not plan/start/finish, but is wait/plan/plan. &lt;br /&gt;13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can forget about forever. &lt;br /&gt;14. I will become a member of the ancient Order of Two-Headed Turtles (the Procrastinator’s Society) if they ever get it organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/things/view/225"&gt;Stop Procrastinating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114667742690143340?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114667742690143340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114667742690143340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114667742690143340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114667742690143340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-read-this-interesting-post-from.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114624172784606419</id><published>2006-04-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:28:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanna test your skills in telling who is whcih?  Well try out this site it is cool.  It is funny how I cannot really tell no matter how many times I took this test.  &lt;a href="http://www.alllooksame.com/"&gt;All Look Same&lt;/a&gt;  Try the test and see if you really can tell the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114624172784606419?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114624172784606419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114624172784606419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114624172784606419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114624172784606419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/wanna-test-your-skills-in-telling-who.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114616849539858108</id><published>2006-04-27T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:08:15.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can not believe the gas prices now a days.  For sure you have heard enough from the news and the papers.  My usual 20 dollar full tank turned into 35 dollars and it is sure hurting me bad.  What I think is so interesting though, when I put gas right here by my work place which is a well off neighborhood the price is around 5-8 cents cheaper compared to my place which is a not so wealthy neighborhood.  I don't get it why are they ripping off people who every penny counts for them.  This makes me so mad.  I wonder what kind of explanation they have for this one.  If they are saying that they want to encourage us to take the public transportation well it is not working.  Why don't they try to make those busses smell better and be on time?  Then maybe but just maybe public transportation is an option.  But still I don't think this is an option for parents either who needs to run errands before going home from work.  This just sucks I swear they need to cut down those prices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114616849539858108?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114616849539858108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114616849539858108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114616849539858108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114616849539858108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-not-believe-gas-prices-now-days.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114538270622936635</id><published>2006-04-18T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:07:56.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easter Bunnies and Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered what is the connection of Easter Bunnies and Eggs to the resurrection of Jesus Christ.  So then I started googling the whole concept of Easter.  I found out that besides the resurrection, it is a day of celebration to welcome spring.  The name "Easter" came from the name Eostre, the Anglo-Saxon Goddess of spring and dawn.  The people would offer Eostre hares (not rabbits) which symbolizes fertility and return of spring.  While the eggs symbolizes birth, new life and creation which the pagans who turned Christians considered it holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my mini summarization of Easter Bunnies and Eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more info go &lt;a href="http://www.prime.org/easter.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114538270622936635?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114538270622936635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114538270622936635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114538270622936635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114538270622936635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-bunnies-and-eggs-i-have-always.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114488162422959312</id><published>2006-04-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:40:24.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/1600/melizasouthpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/320/melizasouthpark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in South Park!!  I got this from Pia you should try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spstudio.julia.hosting-friends.de/spstudio4.html"&gt;Let us see how you look like.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114488162422959312?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114488162422959312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114488162422959312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114488162422959312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114488162422959312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/south-park-here-i-am-in-south-park-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114469471130420275</id><published>2006-04-10T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:45:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://powerandpolitics.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-10-national-day-of-immigrant.html#links"&gt;Power and Politics: April 10- National Day of Immigrant Justice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114469471130420275?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114469471130420275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114469471130420275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114469471130420275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114469471130420275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/power-and-politics-april-10-national.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114469406222555196</id><published>2006-04-10T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:34:24.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One night my friend, my sister and I had a sleepover.  It was 2 in the morning and we were still wide-awake.  Everything was closed except for Super K-mart so we decided to head over there for a quick shop.  At K-mart we were putting stuff in our pockets pretending to be the threesome bandits.  My sister pretended to whip me.  We put the stuff back and headed home.  While walking out there was this small, hairy man with a revolver, but it sure looks like a shotgun on him, who called us back.  I felt an explosion of fear when my friend’s gripped squeeze my hand really hard.  He brought us in the room where they have the surveillance videos.  The man told us that we shoplifted and we could go to jail.  My sister tried to explain but he told her to stop being sexy cause it is not working.  He frisked us and sat us down on the leather chairs. After frisking my friend he placed the handcuff on her.  We were asked to leave the room.  Then he called us back and said that she shoplifted so the ticket cost $145.  We silently drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go 199 words.  Dont have a lot of blogger friends to tag so whoever wants to do it please feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Write a short story of not more than 200 words, based on the following words which can only be used once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleepover 2. whip 3. handcuffs 4. leather 5. sexy&lt;br /&gt;6. threesome 7. hairy 8. shotgun 9. squeeze 10. explosion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114469406222555196?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114469406222555196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114469406222555196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114469406222555196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114469406222555196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-night-my-friend-my-sister-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114425763908886996</id><published>2006-04-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:02:17.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/1600/AUTOMATED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/1847/320/AUTOMATED.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 day notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to California Law, a Company who plans to have a mass lay-off needs to give the employees 60-day notice.  Early last month there were 56 people out the door with only a 1-day notice and last week 467 people got the boot with 60-day notice but in their letter it states that if they were not needed anymore in less than 60-day they would be out the door.  Besides that they would only get paid till the day they left so the 60-day notice is not a sure thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114425763908886996?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114425763908886996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114425763908886996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114425763908886996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114425763908886996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/60-day-notice-according-to-california.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114379201516096634</id><published>2006-03-30T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:00:15.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reformed Immigration Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big rally here in Los Angeles about the new bill being debated regarding Illegal Immigrants.  Half a million men, women, and students walked and protested for a fair bill.  But other people are threatened for their jobs if they were given legal status.  This is an ongoing issue and not a sudden incident.  The growing number of undocumented workers are increasing every year.  There is no quick fix for this problem but people should not turn their backs on this issue either.  Many people admit to not really understading the whole situation.  Guilty as charged I am one of those people.  Only because when I start reading and watching the news I feel like they are holding back on some facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114379201516096634?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114379201516096634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114379201516096634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114379201516096634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114379201516096634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/reformed-immigration-bill-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114313481760429925</id><published>2006-03-23T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:31:02.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up the usual time which is at 5:30 and washed my face.  I was getting ready to walk my dogs when suddenly my little pomeranian could not move her 2 bottom feet.  I started crying and carried her to the bathroom which she pooed and it looks like she could not control it.  I laid her in the countertop and watched her closely but that is so hard to do when your eyes is filled with tears.  Last year was a hard year and my dogs have been very good and contributed to the little happiness that is left of me.  She started to move one of her legs after 2 minutes then I tried to make her stand up but she fell.  Then I tried it again and she was able to stand and started to walk a little.  I could not help but cry and I put her down then grabbed the leash but she did not look as happy to walk out unlike before.  I still took them for a walk with hopes that this would not happen again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would think that I am a little too crazy about my dogs but others would agree and the dogs have this effect on people that would make you happy.  I do not buy them luxury clothes or leashes but I do pamper them in my little economical way.  They have been a big part of my life and they have kept me relaxed and less anxious.  I love the trait that they have where they love  you no matter what and with no judgement and limitations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114313481760429925?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114313481760429925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114313481760429925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114313481760429925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114313481760429925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-so-scared-this-morning-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114297577242536051</id><published>2006-03-21T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:21:21.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seven things not to do after meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't smoke:&lt;br /&gt;Experiment from experts proves that smoking a cigarette after mealis comparable to smoking 10 cigarettes (chances of cancer are more) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat fruits immediately :&lt;br /&gt;Immediately eating fruits after meals will cause stomach to be bloatedwith air. Therefore take fruit 1 to 2 hour after meal or 1hr before meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink tea :&lt;br /&gt;Because tea leaves contain a high content of acid. This substance willcause the Protein content in the food we consume to be hardened thusdifficult to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't loosen your belt :&lt;br /&gt;Loosening the belt after a meal will easily cause the intestine to betwisted &amp; blocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bathe :&lt;br /&gt;Bathing will cause the increase of blood flow to the hands, legs &amp; bodythus the amount of blood around the stomach will therefore decrease.This will weaken the digestive system in our stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk about :&lt;br /&gt;People always say that after a meal walk a hundred steps and you will live till 99. In actual fact this is not true. Walking will cause the digestivesystem to be unable to absorb the nutrition from the food we intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep immediately :&lt;br /&gt;The food we intake will not be able to digest properly. Thus will lead togastric &amp; infection in our intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE FORWARD IT TO YOUR FRIENDS. LET THEM BE AWARE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;a href="http://www.visitmyblog123.blogspot.com"&gt; Visit my Blog&lt;/a&gt; for the informative post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114297577242536051?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114297577242536051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114297577242536051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114297577242536051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114297577242536051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/seven-things-not-to-do-after-meal-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18790542.post-114222445564946039</id><published>2006-03-12T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:30:22.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you wake up in the morning, what is the first thing that you think about? Do you wake up and say anxiously that it is another day to make a change? I was just wondering how could we challenge ourselves on how much we value life? There are times when I really refuse to get up from bed cause I am not ready to approach the day with a smile on my face. I hate waking up in the worst mood ever but there are times when you just can not help it. Though I know the changes I make to have a better world to live in are small but just like what everyone says that small steps are better than not doing anything at all. But of course I should thrive to accomplish more. I do have days where my optimism is drained out and I go back to being self-absorbed.  I know that stuff can be tough and pushing them aside will do no good but you will be surprised on how things can change for you by just stepping back to reflect about what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18790542-114222445564946039?l=joobjoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114222445564946039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18790542&amp;postID=114222445564946039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114222445564946039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18790542/posts/default/114222445564946039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joobjoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-you-wake-up-in-morning-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>JoobJoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
