<?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-15465136</id><updated>2012-01-31T20:30:09.021-05:00</updated><category term='the forbidden kingdom'/><category term='movie reviews'/><category term='iron man'/><title type='text'>The Wong Person</title><subtitle type='html'>All around bad-ass, superhero, zombie destroyer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6180921829550957781</id><published>2012-01-28T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:02:35.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrm...perhaps...</title><content type='html'>This is too much white. I'm currently not at home and on my computer, so I cannot choose a background image to my liking. I've used one from the Blogger template and will try it out for now to get away from the busy background I used to have. I've decided to go "clean." Let us see how this works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I just bought this wonderful little product called: Cococare: 100% Cocoa Butter "The Yellow Stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LEIXkN_x-g/TyQYQMSPi1I/AAAAAAAABIc/-1oU4e5-crU/s1600/75568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LEIXkN_x-g/TyQYQMSPi1I/AAAAAAAABIc/-1oU4e5-crU/s200/75568.jpg" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how the package is rather retro looking, I know that this product has been around for ages. The only reason I picked it up was because I was talking to a make up artist friend on set the other day, and I told her my face was all dry due to our recent "cold spell" in sunny South Florida. She suggested I try a cocoa butter stick and voila! I found this at Walgreens the other day for a $1.39. Sweet deal! Now I can't stop putting it on! I used to use cocoa butter as a skin lotion long ago in college...but I got very bored of putting it on, so I stopped. Ah laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I tell you? I recently purchased a bunch of DVDs at my local Blockbuster. It is sad to see the Blockbuster that I grew up with close down tomorrow. I spent so much of my childhood walking up to that Blockbuster and renting VHS tapes or Super Nintendo games. I bought so many movies there, during my movie-obsessed childhood years. I went in on Thursday and spent about an hour and a half combing through all of the aisles looking for good finds. I bought about 22 DVDs for 30 dollars. I got all 3 seasons of The Tudors (give or take a disc or two), plus a few flicks I've been wanting to see, but not spend more than a dollar on to see. Also got African Cats on blu ray, which I have been curious to watch since it came out and yes indeed, it was the first one I watched when I got home. Great documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the little things that make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6180921829550957781?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6180921829550957781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6180921829550957781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6180921829550957781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6180921829550957781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2012/01/hrmperhaps.html' title='Hrm...perhaps...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LEIXkN_x-g/TyQYQMSPi1I/AAAAAAAABIc/-1oU4e5-crU/s72-c/75568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8830632718279419724</id><published>2012-01-26T17:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:13:50.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>My blog needs an an extreme makeover. Stat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8830632718279419724?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8830632718279419724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8830632718279419724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8830632718279419724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8830632718279419724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2012/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-907093327773493147</id><published>2012-01-16T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:53:43.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but Ups and Downs...</title><content type='html'>Man, what a week...and its only MONDAY. Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I left town to pick up my cousin &lt;a href="http://robotninjamonsters.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Beeto&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for our one day trip to Orlando to visit Harry Potter Park aka, Islands of Adventure: The Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Universal Studios, Florida. (Phew-mouthful) As soon as my car leaves the limits of my town, I get a call about a job for Friday. UGH, which I then have to pull over and figure out how to schedule both jobs, as I had another one on hold for the upcoming week. Finally, I work it all out so I can take on both jobs and continue on my merry way. This trip to HPP would really have to be a one day ordeal, in order for me to get back home Thursday to start work Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Picked up my cousin and we headed straight out and made it to Otown in about 4 hours. Got to the hotel, crashed for the night and woke up first thing to get there as soon as the park opened at 9 am. As the day goes on, we have our ups and downs on all of the awesome rides at Islands of Adventure, starting with Spiderman and then getting soaked in Jurassic park at 10am (as I swore you didn't get wet on that ride-oops). Finally made it to the new Hogwarts ride and we went on as Single Riders, so we only waited in line less than 10 minutes! Victory, we got to ride together any way and it was AWESOME! I had ridden the ride in 2010 before the opening of the park and it broke down mid-ride....so as you can imagine, I felt robbed of the ultimate HP experience. Not this time!&lt;br /&gt;Right after the ride, I get a call that the job I had taken had been moved to February, so I didn't start Friday. (Down) Then I get a call from another stylist that heard I was free, so I could work with her Friday to Monday. (Up) Later, she cancelled Friday through Sunday and only work Monday. (Down)&lt;br /&gt;With no hurry to get back home, Beto and I took our time and got as much out of the park as we could. Especially the roller coasters and Beto's pale face after riding them!&lt;br /&gt;We headed out of Orlando around 7 and leisurely headed down I-75, making a few stops along the way. I ended up staying the night at my cousin's because by the time we arrived, it was almost midnight and I did not want to cross Alligator Alley in pitch blackness with only 4 hours of sleep the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally home, it turned out that my job Monday was cancelled as well (Down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I watched the movie Red State, which was directed by Kevin Smith and I have to say that I liked it. It was pretty intense, and like always the fanatical Christians are portrayed so well by all of the actors...so well that I wanted to kick all of their asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KOvbSKO6SMM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning woke up at 7am to the sound of my mom's call to tell me that my Uncle David passed away sometime in the night. My uncle has been in the hospital since the day before Thanksgiving, fighting an aggressive cancer that had taken all over his body. While I am thankful that he is resting and pain free finally, I'm so sad for my Aunt Rita, who is now alone. Yes, she has us (her family), but she and my uncle were the epitome of the "together" couple. In a time when relationships and marriage are so fickle, they were the prime example of "Til death do us part." It just sucks that the part was so soon. I always remember my uncle as someone who was very concerned with everyone else in the family. Always asked you how you are, how your sisters are, and if you had eaten. Rest in Peace Uncle David, we will all miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2IhlYNh-CQ/TxTvcYbnIZI/AAAAAAAABIU/7hx_7GsYXV0/s1600/uncle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2IhlYNh-CQ/TxTvcYbnIZI/AAAAAAAABIU/7hx_7GsYXV0/s320/uncle.jpg" width="113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Rita &amp;amp; Uncle David (1967)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So, guess we'll see how the rest of the week plays out.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I got guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-907093327773493147?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/907093327773493147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=907093327773493147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/907093327773493147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/907093327773493147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing-but-ups-and-downs.html' title='Nothing but Ups and Downs...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KOvbSKO6SMM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3512521728648984153</id><published>2012-01-10T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:47:18.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Five</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, I let the uber nerd in me run loose. I stop being the cool person that I am for about 3 weeks to a month and I let my inner otaku reign free. And I say "otaku," cause thats really what I am. I re-immerse myself back into the world of Manga and Anime that I grew up loving. &amp;nbsp;For those that don't know, my trusty source Wikipedia, defines Otaku as: a Japanese term used to refer to people with obsessive interests, particularly anime, manga, or video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;The video games are no excuse, cause I play that year round, but I love spending a full week catching up on a year's worth of manga that I haven't read and then getting into anime mode to refresh why I love all of this in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Hence, in celebration of my current nerd phase, I shall be naming my top 5 ninja loves of all time. Let the countdown begin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Ayame&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;from Tenchu (Video Games)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAoVzzjx1ms/TwsKg6QWQcI/AAAAAAAABHE/vpdRXlOb64o/s1600/ayame_tenchu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAoVzzjx1ms/TwsKg6QWQcI/AAAAAAAABHE/vpdRXlOb64o/s200/ayame_tenchu.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ0CeWBdZuY/TwsKhYw_DrI/AAAAAAAABHM/rxWBdAxpGEE/s1600/ayame1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ0CeWBdZuY/TwsKhYw_DrI/AAAAAAAABHM/rxWBdAxpGEE/s200/ayame1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Yes, a female makes the list first and I'll tell you why. Cause she's the best female ninja out there! When I was younger, back in 1998, it was rather empowering to be able to play as a petite kick ass ninja girl, who could take on anyone. Who wouldn't want to be Ayame?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Gaara &lt;/b&gt;of the Desert from Naruto (Manga/Anime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeH1Mv7o6Sg/TwsLXYj6L-I/AAAAAAAABHU/59OJ-H4cz54/s1600/gaara+31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeH1Mv7o6Sg/TwsLXYj6L-I/AAAAAAAABHU/59OJ-H4cz54/s200/gaara+31.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUBAKqtSrKk/TwsLYrXTFiI/AAAAAAAABHc/p3rm4PFpq2Y/s1600/Gaara%2521%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUBAKqtSrKk/TwsLYrXTFiI/AAAAAAAABHc/p3rm4PFpq2Y/s200/Gaara%2521%2521%2521.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I know, Gaara should be higher on my list, but my top 3 are reeeeally good. I love Gaara, from the first time he showed up in Naruto, even as the main villain, his childhood was a heart wrenching tale and you couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. When he reforms and becomes good, then all he does is kick butt. He's also a rather special ninja, cause he doesn't really combat like you'd think a ninja combats. In the Naruto Universe, he controls special sand infused with his chakra and just basically stands in one spot and fights. Just go with it guys...he's really awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Raphael&lt;/b&gt; from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Comics/Cartoons/Video Games, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTavo36cT40/TwsMt9NQIrI/AAAAAAAABHk/YSbFLd4P2JM/s1600/raph_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTavo36cT40/TwsMt9NQIrI/AAAAAAAABHk/YSbFLd4P2JM/s320/raph_05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Perhaps my most ancient of all ninja loves, sure, he's a turtle and his origins are American, more so than Japanese (thus slightly debunking the "otaku" term), but that doesn't mean I can't love him! Although, as a child, I kind of loved ALL of the Ninja Turtles. Over the years, Raph has become my favorite as he seems to be the most interesting turtle, with so much room for character development and growth. In my opinion, he is the richest character in the Turtle Universe, with so much too him, albeit slightly Emo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Rikimaru &lt;/b&gt;from Tenchu (Video Games)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hofqgofXIRc/TwyQa3TyDFI/AAAAAAAABHs/09osR2kVGE4/s1600/riki1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hofqgofXIRc/TwyQa3TyDFI/AAAAAAAABHs/09osR2kVGE4/s200/riki1.jpg" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21F7lImjxhI/TwyQc-xXROI/AAAAAAAABH0/b8VI11KMHSg/s1600/Tenchu_Z_Wallpaper_rikimaru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21F7lImjxhI/TwyQc-xXROI/AAAAAAAABH0/b8VI11KMHSg/s200/Tenchu_Z_Wallpaper_rikimaru.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Now, I know I've blogged about Rikimaru before. He was in my Top 10 favorite VG characters a while ago. See&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-celebration-of-future.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He was my number one then, because Rikimaru was my first ninja crush ever! Anyway, with that, he still deserves to be on this list. I feel like the kick ass ninja pool has shrunken quite a bit over the years and I haven't seen many that are totally awesome. None so awesome as Rikimaru....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Except...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;1. Hatake Kakashi from Naruto (Manga/Anime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHNNPwniCcM/TwySK_Ypm7I/AAAAAAAABH8/NtW0xkM6Nv0/s1600/kakashi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHNNPwniCcM/TwySK_Ypm7I/AAAAAAAABH8/NtW0xkM6Nv0/s200/kakashi.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoH4YSjiJL0/TwySMX5Xq2I/AAAAAAAABIE/-naLaJ6l1QA/s1600/Hatake_Kakashi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoH4YSjiJL0/TwySMX5Xq2I/AAAAAAAABIE/-naLaJ6l1QA/s200/Hatake_Kakashi.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, another Naruto ninja, but even from the start Kakashi has been the best. He's probably everyone's number one Ninja and thus deservingly gets the number one spot in my heart. The manga/anime has just made him way too cool for school with his mysterious "never going to see his full face" look and a bad ass scar. Oh wait, Rikimaru has a bad ass scar and a "never going to see his face" look too! I never realized how similar these two ninjas were until I started to look for pictures for this post. If Kakashi and Rikimaru are almost one and the same (at least in character design) does it mean they're both my number one? I think Kakashi is the evolved version of my original #1, and thats why he wins. Trust me on this one, Kakashi is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a cool picture I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXEmssMUjKs/TwyTAGOALjI/AAAAAAAABIM/9itogFFCQg8/s1600/kakashi_vs_rikimaru_colored_by_buuzen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXEmssMUjKs/TwyTAGOALjI/AAAAAAAABIM/9itogFFCQg8/s400/kakashi_vs_rikimaru_colored_by_buuzen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kakashi vs Rikimaru&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Who would win, I wonder. Seeing as how Kakashi has chidori and can copy any technique, plus already has a database full of other techniques, I think the winner is a given. Sorry Riki.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;And finally, its time for me to nerd out once again. Because of this otaku funk I'm going through, I went out to buy Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm. The video game that came out back in 2008. Even after so long, the graphics are amazing. Its like I'm playing through the anime. Good thing I decided to get it, cause once I finish it there are a whole slew of sequels I can continue playing. I finished all of the new games I set out to play at the end of last year, especially Uncharted 3 and Assassin's Creed Revelations. So yay for having more interesting games to catch up on! Okay, now I feel like my train of thought has been crunched. Back to gaming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3512521728648984153?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3512521728648984153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3512521728648984153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3512521728648984153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3512521728648984153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-top-five.html' title='My Top Five'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAoVzzjx1ms/TwsKg6QWQcI/AAAAAAAABHE/vpdRXlOb64o/s72-c/ayame_tenchu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5581641474510406474</id><published>2012-01-08T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:50:27.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well well, here's to my first post in 2012. The first of many...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing, like so many other things...um, like ALL things...takes discipline. Am I right? I don't want to waste this year, not that I've been wasting my years away or anything, but there are many things that I set forth to do in my younger years and yet, I still not have accomplished them. When I was 12, I started writing my first full length novel. Did I finish it? NO! Maybe I won't write a full length novel this year or the next, but I do want to write more and continue practicing a craft that I have been so passionate about for so long. Please, if some chick can go on amazon and self publish her stories about trolls, who is to say I can't do that either? (Although not about trolls, mind you). So, with much discipline and motivation, I will get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, I borrowed a DSLR camera from a friend. I think the camera was in my possession for about 2 years before I had to give it back. It was a Canon EOS D60 from back in 2002. While a couple of years old, I was equipped with a telephoto lens and I was ready to shoot some serious photos. I got some great shots and really enjoyed learning how to use the camera. The background of my blog is one of them actually....I caught a Cuban Knight Anole lizard shedding its skin and eating it. Here are a few more examples of the shots I was able to get, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plloCR41IT8/TwnIeoNrvOI/AAAAAAAABEk/2UuHRn90QXI/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plloCR41IT8/TwnIeoNrvOI/AAAAAAAABEk/2UuHRn90QXI/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuban Knight Anole lizard shedding&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GggpOcDdm2E/TwnInRD6SUI/AAAAAAAABEs/RPSn0JFuchM/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GggpOcDdm2E/TwnInRD6SUI/AAAAAAAABEs/RPSn0JFuchM/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wood Stork by the lake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf162ABMyR4/TwnIvlyybUI/AAAAAAAABE0/G0FKr8WAhLI/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf162ABMyR4/TwnIvlyybUI/AAAAAAAABE0/G0FKr8WAhLI/s320/8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shadow Prints&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_uD5CKNxFTY/TwnIxvenv5I/AAAAAAAABE8/VWHBPWXJ1I8/s1600/IMG_4916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_uD5CKNxFTY/TwnIxvenv5I/AAAAAAAABE8/VWHBPWXJ1I8/s320/IMG_4916.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Blue Heron stakeout&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-scVD2tk1_4M/TwnI0VoMTzI/AAAAAAAABFE/WFAcczIroCA/s1600/IMG_4918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-scVD2tk1_4M/TwnI0VoMTzI/AAAAAAAABFE/WFAcczIroCA/s320/IMG_4918.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiger at the zoo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AAL-jsDFXyk/TwnJaPAsdSI/AAAAAAAABFM/dfz1cfxqmHE/s1600/IMG_4946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AAL-jsDFXyk/TwnJaPAsdSI/AAAAAAAABFM/dfz1cfxqmHE/s320/IMG_4946.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sky Keeper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ude0aPlOnA8/TwnJeOUpcqI/AAAAAAAABFU/yuXaotSlLpk/s1600/IMG_4978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ude0aPlOnA8/TwnJeOUpcqI/AAAAAAAABFU/yuXaotSlLpk/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sleepy Ocelot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywidPkMGAck/TwnJgf-l3sI/AAAAAAAABFc/ena_bljy-6k/s1600/IMG_5127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywidPkMGAck/TwnJgf-l3sI/AAAAAAAABFc/ena_bljy-6k/s320/IMG_5127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angry Anhinga&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyjgYwSAVao/TwnKIv3SYbI/AAAAAAAABFk/h5M5y6QAmig/s1600/IMG_5153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyjgYwSAVao/TwnKIv3SYbI/AAAAAAAABFk/h5M5y6QAmig/s320/IMG_5153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A late lunch - Black Vulture Silhouettes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SY6masKi-2U/TwnKK9W4g0I/AAAAAAAABFs/mtGS5K_Fkf4/s1600/IMG_5188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SY6masKi-2U/TwnKK9W4g0I/AAAAAAAABFs/mtGS5K_Fkf4/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wood Stork taking off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So those are a few in a nutshell. Isn't it obvious that I love birds? Or cats...but really birds. After having to return the Canon, which I used to take all of these, I was left with nothing but my point and shoot. For a few months, I pondered which camera to purchase, whether a DSLR or something like it. Finally, I came across the mirrorless micro four thirds cameras and fell in love with the idea. A small digital camera with the functions of a DSLR? Sweet! I looked at the Olympus Pen, then at the Sony NEX series and I ended up purchasing the Sony NEX 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohbQgLheIJ4/TwnNwD5WPJI/AAAAAAAABF0/uYvK0Vyagro/s1600/NEX-5_sv_SEL1855_1-1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohbQgLheIJ4/TwnNwD5WPJI/AAAAAAAABF0/uYvK0Vyagro/s320/NEX-5_sv_SEL1855_1-1200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sony NEX 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I wonder if I should have waited...the Sony nex 7 will come out soon, with some major improvements that have left me wondering. Plus Nikon came out with there version, which I don't care for, as it looks like something silly. Although its being superficial, I just liked the overall look of the Sony alot. Oh well, I'm pretty happy with my tiny camera. Its pretty good and it has all of the features of a DSLR. I also considered getting the Canon Rebel T3, because I think I would've taken the best pictures with it. &amp;nbsp;But alas, bulk vs brand, in which bulk won, was my final decision. Just like getting a Galaxy S II over an iPhone 4, the thing that won me over was Swype. Laugh out loud!&lt;br /&gt;Back to cameras, I figure, the equipment is important and yet so is how a person takes a photo. In conclusion, any camera, given the right discipline, can take wonderful photos. Plus, Sony is rather up there in the image quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next step is to purchase a telephoto lens for my little ditty. I'd like some really good glass, and I can always buy an adapter lens mount to buy any lens I want. But to keep it simple, I'm looking at the telephoto that the Sony emount series offers. Which is the Sony SEL55210 pictured below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c7RY48bkLbw/TwnQSlu3tMI/AAAAAAAABGE/NWTUB0ud4_U/s1600/SEL55210-550x283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c7RY48bkLbw/TwnQSlu3tMI/AAAAAAAABGE/NWTUB0ud4_U/s320/SEL55210-550x283.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sony SEL55210&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Nice right? I think so! Its range is 55mm-210mm. I think thats a pretty good zoom to get in there, I mean, I'm not looking for a zuper zoom paparazzi stalker style lens, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! This post feels like one of my good ol' original posts, where they have some life outside of bitching. And what have we learned today? DISCIPLINE! Its all about having the motivation to push yourself and stay focused on your task at hand right? And I never go back on my word!! At least I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;===========================Update 1/9/2012=============================&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in my hurry to end the post yesterday, I forgot to add one of the reasons I wrote this post in the first place. Duh! So, in my discipline to practice these crafts, I've been trying to read up and even pulling out my old notes from photography class in high school. I got this book a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvQDtHmj_0Q/Twr95cL5Z-I/AAAAAAAABG8/qSRPRr0IQNQ/s1600/scottkelbybook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvQDtHmj_0Q/Twr95cL5Z-I/AAAAAAAABG8/qSRPRr0IQNQ/s320/scottkelbybook.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw it in Costco and flipped through and thought, why not? I want to hear what Scott Kelby has to say. He's said enough about Photoshop, so lets see what he has to take about Digital Photograpy. So far so good, its a quick read and gives some basic and almost "common sense" insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaand, thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5581641474510406474?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5581641474510406474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5581641474510406474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5581641474510406474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5581641474510406474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-happy-new-year.html' title='A Happy New Year!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plloCR41IT8/TwnIeoNrvOI/AAAAAAAABEk/2UuHRn90QXI/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6686932350113278180</id><published>2011-12-31T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:09:08.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And on the end of 2011...</title><content type='html'>Comes the resolution to do more in 2012 than I've done this year.I can't believe another year has passed SO quickly. Honestly, this one went by in the blink of an eye. And as I promised more than a month ago, I did not start writing more. I'm going to stop preaching that and just write when I feel the time is right. The honest truth is that its been an overwhelming year of so much and I've had a hard time putting those into words. So with all that has happened this year, I will keep my mouth shut and just move on.I will share one thing: I had the big moment in my career in the world of film where I "moved up" in a sense. I took the next step in the path of my career and accepted the role of Principal Set Costumer on the primetime tv show Charlie's Angels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P02zCIf8rTQ/Tv8yhhuaMMI/AAAAAAAABEc/GCkeCeUYRH4/s1600/Charlies%2BAngels%2B1%2Bseason%2BPoster%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P02zCIf8rTQ/Tv8yhhuaMMI/AAAAAAAABEc/GCkeCeUYRH4/s200/Charlies%2BAngels%2B1%2Bseason%2BPoster%2B1.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it flopped and it got canceled after airing for a month. Many blame bad writing, acting, or editing. Regardless, it was a great opportunity for me and I had the best time I've ever had working with any crew. It truly became a family like they say. I had the wonderful chance of working with the Angels and all I will say is that they were all nice ladies and caring people.So, enough about that. There is so much to look forward to this year, I mean, its 2012!!! If the world, according to the Mayans is to end on Dec. 21, 2012, then we better start making something of ourselves!So, with not much more blabbering and high hopes for the year up ahead, let's celebrate!Happy New Year 2012 everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6686932350113278180?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6686932350113278180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6686932350113278180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6686932350113278180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6686932350113278180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-on-end-of-2011.html' title='And on the end of 2011...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P02zCIf8rTQ/Tv8yhhuaMMI/AAAAAAAABEc/GCkeCeUYRH4/s72-c/Charlies%2BAngels%2B1%2Bseason%2BPoster%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8235381095911747560</id><published>2011-11-24T11:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:10:25.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catching up on a year that has been so full of...full of excitement, sadness, happiness, and God knows what else. Its Thanksgiving and I'm at PJ's football pick up game he plays every year with his friends. Only I'm in the car because there's no place for me out there and I'm weird like that. Not what I expected, plus there are 3 Haitian men next to me having a very animated and heated conversation. I got my gas station coffee and a banana, I'm set! Perhaps not the best place for reflection, but I do have the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can I start with? I can't believe this year has gone by already. Its crazy. Thanksgiving is today and the year is almost up. If getting older means time flying, then I don't ever want to grow up. I can no longer say I don't want change, because a big lesson I learned this year was about change. I'm not sure if I should call it a "lesson" as much as an experience.&lt;br&gt;I have so much to tell and while I'm sure you're thinking, "get to it already" its hard to form what I want to say because there is so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, sorry to do this, but I'll have to come back to this post when I'm at a computer. This app isn't as awesome as it seemed and long posts on a phone is no longer fun. &lt;br&gt;I shall return.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8235381095911747560?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8235381095911747560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8235381095911747560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8235381095911747560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8235381095911747560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-7866384034723944412</id><published>2011-11-19T13:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:32:36.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a vengeance and a Blogger app on my phone! So hopefully, though I've said it before, I plan to write more! So much to catch up on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to write alot, I used to be more entertaining. I miss that, so lets get there again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-7866384034723944412?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7866384034723944412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=7866384034723944412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7866384034723944412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7866384034723944412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-vengeance-and-blogger-app-on-my.html' title='I&amp;#39;m back!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3396958221294792046</id><published>2010-10-07T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:39:07.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joo like my background picture?</title><content type='html'>I took it two days ago in my patio. Its a Cuban Knight Anole and he was shedding his skin and eating it. Cute lil guy. I got some good shots of him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redesigned my blog. I like this one more. I don't know what I was thinking on my last one, but it was gaudy. Hope you enjoy the new layout and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still angry by the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3396958221294792046?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3396958221294792046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3396958221294792046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3396958221294792046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3396958221294792046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/10/joo-like-my-background-picture.html' title='Joo like my background picture?'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8642420428335291264</id><published>2010-10-07T00:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:59:41.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EFF YOU...</title><content type='html'>And your shitty self-righteous self! I can't find words to express how angry I am right now. I really can't. I'm trying to formulate my feelings into a cohesive paragraph and I just can't. I hate people that think they're better than everyone. People that go about expressing their "betterness" in shitty, conniving, and cowardly ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I were uncowardly, I'd go ahead and say it straight to someone and not write in my blog. But what about when its not your place to really say something? When technically speaking, its not your business, but you know what goes on? I just need an outlet for this anger and this hurt. I'm indirectly hurt; hurting for someone else.  Okay, rant over. In culmination, there are shitty people in this world. People that are not people people and don't know how to treat people well. Thumper was right, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll write a better rant that makes better sense, right now, I'm just going with my emotions. I apologize. Next time, it'll be a better rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8642420428335291264?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8642420428335291264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8642420428335291264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8642420428335291264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8642420428335291264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/10/eff-you.html' title='EFF YOU...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2201452076687387031</id><published>2010-08-06T00:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:26:47.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaowzah!</title><content type='html'>Since April, I have not written and therefore, I broke my promise to write more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got busy, then they got slow. Its been a grueling 2 and a half months of me trying, hoping, and contacting in hopes of getting on any local gigs. I was so busy for so long, then WHAM...summer hits and all slows down. I know thats not the case for many people, but it was for me (and others I know). The price you pay for working in this field eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will always be moments like this, but its even harder when you're still practically brand new in the field. I don't think 2 years is enough to make a dent really. I'm trying hard to get in the union and work in wardrobe now...so we'll see how that goes. And of course, like always, like incredible, evil clockwork, today I get a call to work as a PA on a feature thats shooting in Florida for a week. Whoo hoo! And then another call from a contact I'd been in touch with about a music video and a casting call. The catch...BOTH in the same month and now I'm afraid I'll DOUBLEBOOK! Oh how I looooooathe double booking and having to let one go for the other! I guess thats life eh? It makes me nothing but anxious when I don't know the full stories from both. I hear it gets easier, having to choose and stuff. I just hate to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me change the subject. My last post was about the world ending. All of the earth seems to have settled now, which is some comfort, but then it makes me think...its weird how major catastrophes don't happen all at once. Can you imagine an earthquake, a volcano, and an oil spill at the same time?!?  Oh wait, that did happen, except they happened in sequential order. Like all of the world knows we can't handle all major things at once. Its funny how that works eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets briefly cover this oil spill. What is it, after almost 3 months of spillage or is it 4, what has become of the Gulf of Mexico. I can't explain how terribly sad and pissed off I feel about the oil spill. Its rather subdued, but when I sit to think about it, I want to punch something. I get teary when I see pictures of all the devastation and all the poor animals. Okay, see? I'm getting upset, so I have to digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I have to babble about? Nothing much really. I suddenly feel sullen and in no mood to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2201452076687387031?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2201452076687387031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2201452076687387031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2201452076687387031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2201452076687387031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/08/yaowzah.html' title='Yaowzah!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1601313079360301053</id><published>2010-04-16T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:52:49.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't end yet....</title><content type='html'>In the past six months (at least) there has been a conglomerate of natural disasters happening. Mainly earthquakes, then you've got your tsunamis and your flash floods, and now volcanic eruptions. Its hard to turn a blind eye and say these are all just coincidences, when the earth is just one giant "house" and all of the floorboards are moving.  If you imagine a house, and say the floor just starts moving around all wonky, wouldn't you think that that would affect everything in the house? The pipes would rip apart, causing floods, toilet water eruptions...I mean...maybe its a bad analogy, but thats how I picture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sit to really think about all this stuff, its not "oh, those poor people in Haiti or China or Iceland" its "we are so Eff You See Kayed!!" I mean, it sure seems like we're on the right track to implosion or explosion. 2012, are you accurate? Perhaps I'm over thinking everything, but this is SCARY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole lifetime to look forward to, things I want to do, accomplishments to achieve. I've finally found my niche in the world, I'm with someone that I love dearly and want to have a future with, I've got two young nieces that I'm curious to see how they'll grow up. What about me?? When I have kids? If the world implodes any time soon, I'm going to be really bummed out and pissed off. Oh and DEAD! Okay, maybe I'm being an alarmist, but these are just somethings I think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should digress. With the amount of thinking that I do on a daily basis, I think I create enough mental energy to power a whole orphanage. I'm really starting to think that its a mental disorder. I'm not good with an idle brain. I have to keep busy. My boss tells me its cause I'm overly creative and my brain activity is running at 3 times the amount it should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I grind my teeth and now I've LOST my night time mouth guard! The one I had custom made, I forgot it in the middle of no where Peru! :( I guess I'll just leave it for the alpacas. Goodbye NTI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to work, its hard to focus, but I'm trying to finish my first rough cut and it feels like I'm treading water! &lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1601313079360301053?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1601313079360301053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1601313079360301053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1601313079360301053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1601313079360301053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-dont-end-yet.html' title='Please don&apos;t end yet....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4164618846942703599</id><published>2010-04-14T15:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:49:45.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it called when you see through...</title><content type='html'>an eye booger? I see the little bastard! Right in my field of view! Rub my eye or just blink repeatedly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a succession of rubs and blinks....I think its gone. I must take a break from editing. Been in front of the computer since 10 am, pretty much editing non-stop. Then I thought..."oh blogger, I haven't updated you and what a good way to rest my brain." I guess compulsive thinkers don't really rest their brains do they, because I wouldn't necessarily think typing up a blog entry is much of a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to update, such as, my trip to Peru. Just got back a week and a half ago and I'm still trying to settle in after an adventurous journey to Arequipa and Colca Canyon. Both beautiful destinations that I'm happy I got to see this time around. The most majestic of things is that I got to see the endangered Andean Condor take flight in the Colca Canyon. Actually saw 6 condors, which I'm told is  lucky, as there seem to be only 40 living in the canyon. w00t! Check out the picture I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S8Yo3jUoeuI/AAAAAAAABDg/NVkvfgzb3d0/s1600/DSCF5720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S8Yo3jUoeuI/AAAAAAAABDg/NVkvfgzb3d0/s200/DSCF5720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460096533073001186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really pleasant trip to Peru, had a great time at a wedding and got to spend some real family time. As usual, I got sick again and spent the third afternoon in Lima puking up all the yummy food I'd eaten. At least it wasn't from the other end...I always say. The little side trip to the south was just what I needed for some major recharging. I got to hold two different birds of prey on one of my extremities, whether my arm or my head, and it was awesome! Check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S8Ypq0ixT8I/AAAAAAAABDo/ZniJl00ZVgc/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S8Ypq0ixT8I/AAAAAAAABDo/ZniJl00ZVgc/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460097413869031362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe its a Variable Hawk....gotta research this one more. &lt;br /&gt;And:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S8Yp9XfDckI/AAAAAAAABDw/uwJ_pvR495w/s1600/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S8Yp9XfDckI/AAAAAAAABDw/uwJ_pvR495w/s200/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460097732486328898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That be a Black Chested Buzzard Eagle. Frekkin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's some other stuff too, but now I'm going to get back to work. Got a girl's night tonight. In need of one of those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4164618846942703599?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4164618846942703599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4164618846942703599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4164618846942703599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4164618846942703599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-it-called-when-you-see-through.html' title='What is it called when you see through...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S8Yo3jUoeuI/AAAAAAAABDg/NVkvfgzb3d0/s72-c/DSCF5720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8427452050687256567</id><published>2010-03-23T23:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:17:03.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I retract my words...</title><content type='html'>Three years ago, I wrote a GLMM (Good Looking Man of the Month - for those that don't remember) on a very hot man from the show Moonlight. His name, Alex O'Loughlin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S6mREiSFbbI/AAAAAAAABDY/plRlErRs380/s1600-h/poster_moonlight-tv-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S6mREiSFbbI/AAAAAAAABDY/plRlErRs380/s200/poster_moonlight-tv-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452048331016859058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I had watched 3 episodes that had aired on CBS and thought the production quality was a bit...cheesy. That opinion hasn't changed much in that the studio/green screen they sometimes act in front of is..well, too fake. That aside, the other day, I was sent home from work from being sick and I spent the rest of the afternoon watching 5 episodes of this show on SyFy. The rest of the weekend, I was aching to find out what happens since I remember the show was not renewed for a second season. (All you Moonlight fans are probably saying "duh, where have you been?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ventured out this past weekend and bought myself the complete series dvd for 20 bucks at Target and I've spent the rest of this sick time watching all of the 16 episodes. All I gotta say is...WHAT A SHAME that the show was cancelled. I really got wrapped up in the whole story and all of the characters have grown on me. It really leaves you wanting more and I can see why some fans still petition to bring the show back. CBS has got to be STUPID for canceling a vampire show just before the vampire hype picked up. I also partially blame the writer's strike, as this show was in the midst of all that madness too. This is my plea to CBS to BRING IT BACK! Seeing as how their Three Rivers show (also with O'Loughlin) didn't pan out, perhaps they can jump back on the Vamp-wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the new preview for the Predators movie was released. Did you hear me? PREDATORS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you've read my posts and if you sort of know me, you'll know and understand that Predator is my hero! I freakin love that alien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DaKbXJUWRZk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DaKbXJUWRZk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, they've got a pretty sweet All-Star cast. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright friends. I'm off to do some other internet mongering. Headed to Peru this Friday and I haven't even started packing yet. Eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8427452050687256567?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8427452050687256567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8427452050687256567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8427452050687256567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8427452050687256567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-retract-my-words.html' title='I retract my words...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S6mREiSFbbI/AAAAAAAABDY/plRlErRs380/s72-c/poster_moonlight-tv-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3370371078813775475</id><published>2010-03-17T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:35:54.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd never....</title><content type='html'>want to be a a "know-it-all." You know how there are some people out there that you can't tell anything they don't already know? All the answers are so black and white and thats it, no wondering, no nothing. Its one thing or another and when you try to suggest something else, they don't want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...thats gotta be exhausting. Knowing the answer to every question, event, thing that happens to you or around you sounds a little dull. I, for one, am curious by nature. I like to explore, I like to wonder the possibilities. I feel like the day I know everything is the day I 1) stop having to work, 2) stop having feelings and emotions, and 3) die. I'm sure there are more, but those are the three main reasons. There's so much out there that I don't know that I can't help but want to allow there to be more possibilities to my questions and ponderings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make sense? I think it keeps my humble, ambitious, and sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3370371078813775475?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3370371078813775475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3370371078813775475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3370371078813775475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3370371078813775475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/03/id-never.html' title='I&apos;d never....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4661925569008145127</id><published>2010-02-25T23:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:47:02.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>Its ridiculous that they want to keep Tilikum at Sea World. Hasn't that poor whale shown that he's not happy or sane in captivity? Now I'm not crazy animal rights activist or anything, but I think it is pretty greedy for Sea World to say they want to keep the whale for breeding purposes, because he's worth millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much teaching would need to occur in order to get Tilly in any shape for release, if any...but its upsetting to know that this animal's grave has pretty much been dug and he has to live the rest of his life miserable, either in captivity (which is what will happen) or if ever released he'd probably starve to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that, I just photoshopped this, because I think its rather appropriate in that subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S4dRz5wsp0I/AAAAAAAABDQ/pXSTNNMV7zM/s1600-h/FreeTilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S4dRz5wsp0I/AAAAAAAABDQ/pXSTNNMV7zM/s200/FreeTilly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442408626820785986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor lady that had to lose her life too early and poor whale that lost his life extremely early by not getting to live out his fully  natural life where he belongs. Its an overall lose lose situation...except for the people that make millions regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4661925569008145127?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4661925569008145127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4661925569008145127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4661925569008145127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4661925569008145127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S4dRz5wsp0I/AAAAAAAABDQ/pXSTNNMV7zM/s72-c/FreeTilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5588679574720433320</id><published>2010-02-25T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:58:49.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shot Concentration.</title><content type='html'>I shot it dead and now it won't come back to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't need extreme concentration for logging. Logging, is an editing thing. It means watching thousands of raw clips from footage shot and making little notes about each piece. Something fascinating, an interesting angle maybe? Something that will help tell the story a little better when it comes time to cut the piece. I like logging, its rather relaxed and almost soothing. Just watching clips and being somewhere I wasn't, but experiencing it as if I were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been logging for about an hour now, give or take, yet I can't seem to concentrate. I went to sleep in a very foul mood last night. Silly arguments between silly people and I woke up just plum annoyed today. It was a satisfying night of watching The Matrix, yet this miniature argument I got into last night has thrown me off balance today. I know I shouldn't let it affect me, but I can't help it! If I put it out of my mind, I feel like I'm just ignoring it even though I know its of nothing important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curse is over thinking everything and it makes me never rest. I imagine its what insomniacs may go through. Even in my sleep I grind my teeth from stress sparked from over thinking. Is there a scientific name for this disease or disorder? It makes me hold lots of anger too.  I'm never in between, its like a, what do you call it? Firecracker? Something simmering and ready to boil? Okay, enough. I think I just needed to express that somehow, in order to be over it. I think I'm over it. (You might also think I've got some split personality or bipolarism or something). I hope its neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about The Matrix. What a treat. Its been a good 6 or 7 years since I've seen that movie in its entirety, but man, do I still love it. It was just so cool and sleek when it first came out, and I was in a crucial time in my childhood. Anyway, I'd forgotten how much I really loved that movie (not so much the sequels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5588679574720433320?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5588679574720433320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5588679574720433320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5588679574720433320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5588679574720433320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-shot-concentration.html' title='I Shot Concentration.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4922941423018188883</id><published>2010-02-22T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:28:18.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At work</title><content type='html'>Although I shouldn't technically be updating my blog at the moment, I'm stumped. I'm working on an edit right now and I've looked at it over and over and over and my boss is currently not in the office, so I can't get any feedback at the moment. I think I'm officially going crazy looking at this 2 minute video. I've hit a wall, what else can I do to make it cooler, to tell the story better, to not make it look so hectic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4922941423018188883?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4922941423018188883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4922941423018188883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4922941423018188883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4922941423018188883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-work.html' title='At work'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8244626145835519502</id><published>2010-02-19T00:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:35:58.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain pickins.</title><content type='html'>I'm quite elated that my Blogger friend (and quite possibly ONLY reader) J.R. was as enthusiastic about my last post as I was when I wrote it. Albeit tired, I really can't reiterate how happy I am with my career choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cliche as it sounds, if you stay focused and determined, you really can achieve whatever it is you want to achieve. I had to learn that you can't rely on other people to motivate you or push you or tell you whats right and wrong. YOU have to choose what you think is right and try to stay as true to your path as you can. I've witnessed a lot of my friends who were/are in similar situations still be stuck doing things they don't want to be doing and ultimately perturbed. Maybe some people don't have the fortunate security and safety that I have, as I'm living at home and have wonderful parents, but if you have a basis of support, I say, just go for it and go for what you want. You're only young once and now is the time to fuck up if you have to fuck up. I remain true to my cause and so far, I don't feel like I've effed up in any way. I take it all as a learning experience, good and bad, and it helps to look at the bad in a positive way. Negativity is the killer of dreams. (Was that emo enough for you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. On a final note, I've got another commercial coming up next week and I'm rather thrilled about it, as I've had my head in editing for the past two weeks and I'm about ready to do something more active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a rather interesting thing today, from the 8th floor balcony of the condo I'm currently working from. I have a nice view of the bay and during a small break from the computer screen, I got to see a cormorant catch a fish double its size and struggle relentlessly attempting to swallow the damn thing. The bird killed the fish, somehow, but stabbing its beak through the fish's gill and then diving underwater and shaking its head ferociously from side to side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It looked something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S34ef2PJGtI/AAAAAAAABDI/WG34Ge8ynfo/s1600-h/52_cormorant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S34ef2PJGtI/AAAAAAAABDI/WG34Ge8ynfo/s200/52_cormorant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439818932393941714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a pipe fish charge through a giant school of minnows, single one out and eat it. It was like watching it through a microscope, yet with binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather excited about this upcoming weekend. I don't know why, this week flew by, but it also dragged endlessly as I learned how to edit my first mini-movie. Last weekend was a very lovely weekend. It was Chinese New Year AND Valentine's Day. Most people (as I saw through my facebook), love to play the whole "V-day is a corporate holiday" card and rant about how much the day sucks, especially if you're single. All I can say is, GET OVER IT. Who cares if its a corporate holiday, I like that there is at least ONE day dedicated to love. Love is a wonderful thing. Being in love is the best feeling in the world, why be so bitter and jaded about it? Whats the point in being such a curmudgeon? I for one, had a lovely day with my boyfriend. We went to Jungle Island and got to look at awesome birds, ligers, and orangutans, then we finished the night with a dinner at Versailles, the most popular Cuban place in Miami. YUM! I love him and I love loving him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I've come to a good stopping point. I could keep writing, but now that I'm doing this more often, there's no point in overkilling a single entry is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thank you J.R. for being such a supportive reader and commentator! I think whatever readers I had, I lost, but I'm thrilled that I can still entertain you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8244626145835519502?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8244626145835519502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8244626145835519502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8244626145835519502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8244626145835519502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/02/brain-pickins.html' title='Brain pickins.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/S34ef2PJGtI/AAAAAAAABDI/WG34Ge8ynfo/s72-c/52_cormorant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5675278959518066299</id><published>2010-02-17T02:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:53:49.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life V.3</title><content type='html'>So, my life updated at this hour may be a little disjointed or seemingly rushed, so perhaps it is a terrible idea that I do a blog update right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell you say? I can't remember if I ever wrote about my career after college. If you read any of my old posts from back in the day in Tampa, you know I was struggling and suffering. Then I moved back down to S. FL where I worked in an ad agency for a few months, but it felt like eternal hell. I left all that, recharged my batteries in China and came back home fully determined to get into production...whatever the hell that MEANS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be two years this May that I'll officially say I've been working in "production." Long time right? I didn't ever get any serious jobs till September 2008 and it never REALLY picked up till March of 09. Its been trial and tribulation, patience, persistence, pestilence, stress, emotional, almost giving up, applying for "shite" jobs, lowering standards, reaching too high, resumes, and the list goes on and on. Now, almost a two years after I made my "official switch" I can boldly say I've done it. I've broken into the field I've always dreamed of breaking into. I've worked on jobs that I'm absolutely thrilled I got to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year, I've gotten to work on a music video, tv reality shows, feature films, a ton of commercials, documentaries, and who knows what else I've forgotten. What have I learned in these past couple of years? I effing LOVE MY DAMN CAREER. I can't say "job" as they're all different, but this freelancing life has really kind of paid off. I'm still working on building a more solid foundation for myself, but that whole traditional dream of finding yourself the 9 to 5 job with benefits and safety it is not for me. Its amazing how there is this whole other world, this gypsy world, so free, so different and yet so established that tons of people live like this. And it pays off really well. You don't normally get the office drama because you always work with different people. There are so many pros and cons, so many tiring relentless hours and often nasty people, and yet, I do it whole-heartedly and without the slightest hesitation. Its scary to be out on my own like this, planning the next step so that I stay busy and make money, some people (ok most people) don't seem to have the backbone for this kind of lifestyle, which I COMPLETELY understand, and yet, I've done the 9 to 5 thing, I've done the cubicle desk job and now I know for absolutely sure that it is NOT for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! So damn liberating! I really do have the best job in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, fingers hurt and sleep beckons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5675278959518066299?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5675278959518066299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5675278959518066299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5675278959518066299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5675278959518066299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-v3.html' title='Life V.3'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6074725606011556000</id><published>2010-01-28T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:45:03.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golly...</title><content type='html'>Start writing again on these things and get stupid spam comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited when I noticed that I had three comments and thought, "wow! People did read my blog and are actually excited that I'm back!" Bah-humbug! Not the case at all, just stupid spammer comments about investment banking or something. No matter, I have deleted them completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd said I was going to update more frequently, and believe you me, I have a lot to say or rant about. This also brings me to a crossroads as I've always noticed, but have been noticing more and more, that I share too much about myself. My feelings, details of my life, family stuff, friend stuff, interests, etc. I guess thats a part of human nature, wanting to share yourself with others to get more of yourself out there. I think my problem is that I do it times a thousand with anyone from my boyfriend to my local grocery cashier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats bad. I don't wanna do that, nor do I like to do that. Its like an addictive drug, to want to examine yourself and see what makes you tick, and the only way you'll discover that is to get feedback from others. Well, whats it to someone what I say? NOTHING. And so with that, I digress. I think at a certain point, for example at work, it crosses a line of professionalism that I don't want to do. And maybe I partially do it to not have uncomfortable silences, but thats really none of my business is it? So, mums the word from now on...or so I'll try. Its okay to share some stuff, but I refuse to share too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my new year's resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6074725606011556000?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6074725606011556000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6074725606011556000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6074725606011556000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6074725606011556000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/01/golly.html' title='Golly...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8219425730805086964</id><published>2010-01-12T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:12:18.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Christo!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm almost ashamed to come back on here and post something. &lt;br /&gt;Looking back at all the wonderful, useless junk I used to rant about...where have I gone to? So much to catch up on, so much to review. Where do I start?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have the brain to do this now, as I feel like getting off the computer and playing a video game, but gee whiz...its been a long damn while. I'm sure nobody is curious to know what I've been up to lately, 2009 sped by like you wouldn't believe and here I am...2010 and still trying to figure shit out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will have to be continued later today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8219425730805086964?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8219425730805086964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8219425730805086964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8219425730805086964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8219425730805086964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-christo.html' title='Holy Christo!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6747337834972059952</id><published>2009-05-12T23:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:52:44.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my birds.</title><content type='html'>They're being babysat for I will be going away to Peru this coming Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house feels empty without my babies. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SgpRvev6RbI/AAAAAAAABCc/djuJTsg2o3Y/s1600-h/DSCF2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SgpRvev6RbI/AAAAAAAABCc/djuJTsg2o3Y/s320/DSCF2719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335166584723490226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to write, since I've been absent for 2 months and working my butt off in a bunch of different productions. Alas, now is not the time to recap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6747337834972059952?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6747337834972059952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6747337834972059952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6747337834972059952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6747337834972059952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-my-birds.html' title='I miss my birds.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SgpRvev6RbI/AAAAAAAABCc/djuJTsg2o3Y/s72-c/DSCF2719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1082139439460616069</id><published>2009-03-09T02:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:19:05.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The T-Virus is HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>Sooo, I guess I better start sharpening my weapons and prepping my Zombie Apocalypse survival plans. Why the sudden freak out you ask? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbS_mX0lvgI/AAAAAAAABB8/pbjwL4RgTuM/s1600-h/A-Virus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbS_mX0lvgI/AAAAAAAABB8/pbjwL4RgTuM/s320/A-Virus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311080526527184386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks, thats real. Brought to you by beauty care manufacturer, Avon. To see for yourself, please click &lt;a href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/product.aspx?src_page=product_list.aspx&amp;level1_id=&amp;level2_id=&amp;pdept_id=&amp;dept_id=&amp;pf_id=36361"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps those that have no clue what I'm ranting about could use a recap. What is the T-Virus you ask? Weeeeell, in the wonderful world of Resident Evil, the T-Virus is what causes our flesh craving friends. Why you ask? It reanimates dead tissue, and in some story variations, its what causes the cell mutations. Let me provide you with some other visuals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbTBaQjUT8I/AAAAAAAABCE/a-J6LkF2MzU/s1600-h/T_Virus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbTBaQjUT8I/AAAAAAAABCE/a-J6LkF2MzU/s320/T_Virus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311082517440516034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbTBhMqPYmI/AAAAAAAABCM/udKwfGmdIeI/s1600-h/527981-tvirus_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbTBhMqPYmI/AAAAAAAABCM/udKwfGmdIeI/s320/527981-tvirus_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311082636654895714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbTBqp_iwCI/AAAAAAAABCU/cdzgPSm7Dlw/s1600-h/T_Virus___Umbrella_Corp__by_nitingarg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbTBqp_iwCI/AAAAAAAABCU/cdzgPSm7Dlw/s320/T_Virus___Umbrella_Corp__by_nitingarg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311082799147696162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pretty  much visuals from the RE movies, but thats pretty freaky if you ask me! And to freak you out a little more...I imagine the Avon commercial for this product should go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRnp4UPI-Qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRnp4UPI-Qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the world didn't have enough things to worry about! I don't think moving to Canada can save us this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1082139439460616069?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1082139439460616069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1082139439460616069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1082139439460616069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1082139439460616069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-virus-is-here.html' title='The T-Virus is HERE!!!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SbS_mX0lvgI/AAAAAAAABB8/pbjwL4RgTuM/s72-c/A-Virus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-35701824335781380</id><published>2009-03-02T15:41:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:20:04.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ello! New Revelations...</title><content type='html'>It has occurred to me, that my blog is no longer what it used to be. This happens to me at least once every 6 months, where I realize I'm just ranting too much and not being entertaining enough. Alas, what happened to all the reviews, links, or pictures I used to provide? &lt;br /&gt;Here we go again for another TheWongPerson blog revival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, lets take a look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxE7ONxJrI/AAAAAAAABAs/lwV3dYrSH1w/s1600-h/parrotlets_yourbirds_novdec2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxE7ONxJrI/AAAAAAAABAs/lwV3dYrSH1w/s320/parrotlets_yourbirds_novdec2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308693844981786290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in all that is good and holy could those little cuties be??!? They are parrotlets! The tiniest parrots you can possibly buy...and I WANT one! I ran into a bird breeder the other day at the pet store and I was talking about upgrading from my budgies to a bigger parrot eventually, and she suggested these. They're not bigger in size, but in bird personality. Now, mind you, I love my lil budgies, but when it comes to owning a bigger parrot, perhaps one I can train to talk, I do forsee myself getting one. So, a parrotlet it shall be!&lt;br /&gt;Check out this video if you're not absolutely convinced on how cute they can really be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsKhd1T1oh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsKhd1T1oh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, just 3 more days till the official release of Watchmen! I'm so glad the studios worked it out, because I can't believe the day is finally here when that movie is released. And a glorious 3 hours it shall be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I had this whole idea about how I was going to write an entertaining blog entry and bring in my Good Looking Peoples of the month, cause I haven't done that in forever, but then I realized my nails feel kind of long and typing is currently annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, suck it up Wong! So, here's something interesting. Guinea Pigs, yes the critters that my people allegedly eat, come in all shapes and sizes! Who knew they were so specific. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxIeCK751I/AAAAAAAABA0/-YeJ6wwUxtg/s1600-h/Abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxIeCK751I/AAAAAAAABA0/-YeJ6wwUxtg/s320/Abby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308697741578987346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your most original looking one. And then these weird ass ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxJFZooa1I/AAAAAAAABBE/m_XGCMN8zC8/s1600-h/Coronet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxJFZooa1I/AAAAAAAABBE/m_XGCMN8zC8/s320/Coronet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698417892453202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coronet Piggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxJVawmbLI/AAAAAAAABBM/1ZWiyfJ4eDE/s1600-h/Peruvian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxJVawmbLI/AAAAAAAABBM/1ZWiyfJ4eDE/s320/Peruvian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698693072219314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peruvian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxJvydX8qI/AAAAAAAABBU/DYPcxcsManQ/s1600-h/Texel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxJvydX8qI/AAAAAAAABBU/DYPcxcsManQ/s320/Texel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308699146110628514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texel...whatever it is, its curly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done with the guinea pigs. Why are they called pigs anyway? They're rodents. Alas...here is another wonderful tidbit to make you laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxKIMzQEzI/AAAAAAAABBc/vyKAZxm6zk8/s1600-h/puppy+carousel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxKIMzQEzI/AAAAAAAABBc/vyKAZxm6zk8/s320/puppy+carousel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308699565498569522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was saved as "Puppy Carousel," and it makes me chuckle every time I see it. They're baby basset hounds just being absolutely cuuuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for another kind of dog that I love: A Flying Beagle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxKuSjCz4I/AAAAAAAABBk/ZV4yF8iz3es/s1600-h/beagle4rm.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxKuSjCz4I/AAAAAAAABBk/ZV4yF8iz3es/s320/beagle4rm.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308700219876233090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who that dude is, I should have cropped him out, but his expression is hilarious and completely adds to the flying pup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, on the topic of dogs, here are two pictures that piss me off a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxLLn9eqRI/AAAAAAAABBs/VEJdj6MiPLk/s1600-h/fat-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxLLn9eqRI/AAAAAAAABBs/VEJdj6MiPLk/s320/fat-dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308700723840461074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxLmr4YNSI/AAAAAAAABB0/5XIhRnksGak/s1600-h/fat_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxLmr4YNSI/AAAAAAAABB0/5XIhRnksGak/s320/fat_dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308701188749276450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How or why could you possibly let your dog get this fat?! Its animal cruelty!!! Shame on you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'm done with my animal rants for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-35701824335781380?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/35701824335781380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=35701824335781380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/35701824335781380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/35701824335781380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ello-new-revelations.html' title='Ello! New Revelations...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SaxE7ONxJrI/AAAAAAAABAs/lwV3dYrSH1w/s72-c/parrotlets_yourbirds_novdec2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8321809798936298145</id><published>2009-02-26T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:04:38.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again I have reverted...</title><content type='html'>Back to being a public blog. I figured, nobody reads this anyway, and if someone happens to stumble on it and find my rantings of life mildly entertaining, then why the heck not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got advice from a fellow production freelancer to contact every manager and coordinator I know to remind them that I exist and I need money. So I did. So far, one reply on how its slow and there are barely any jobs. :( Sigh. What am I to do? Well, I've put the word out, I can only leave it in the hands of another now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stop being a lazy ass, and start really working on my damn website. For real now. I'm going to throw myself head first into that and dedicating my time to my future. Sounds good? I think so. Although, it will be very hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm bummed out at my utter uselessness, not in the sense of not having a job, but having all this creative energy that I SHOULD put to use and not really knowing how. I think thats why I've started blogging again. Ok, blog, I'm going to do some serious serious brainstorming and working to make myself an even more valuable commodity! There's plenty that I can do in my unemployed nature, I just have to get off my ass and do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first,  I must list things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Create my www.zombiedestroyer.com website.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start writing down ideas I had for a novel the other day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Create more of my greeting cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself, cause then I'm going to want to do to much and just tread water. I'm gonna get started on my website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8321809798936298145?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8321809798936298145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8321809798936298145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8321809798936298145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8321809798936298145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-again-i-have-reverted.html' title='Once again I have reverted...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-896663920016984761</id><published>2009-02-25T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:47:37.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate scams...</title><content type='html'>I think I just applied to a scam from Craigslist. Its for a "marketing" company in Hollywood. The post seemed realistic enough, even with an HR contact and a web address. I checked out the website, looked kind of like a stock site, but some work had been done. Even a location address. Although my gut instinct told me not to, I sent my resume anyway. Now, the only personal info I have on my resume is my name and my phone number, oh and the email address I sent the email through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what they could possibly do with that info, besides spread the word on my awesomeness....anyway, I shouldn't worry, but I googled the phone number, and it said they had regional offices in Orlando, but why with a 954 area code, which is Ft. Lauderdale? Hrrrmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, lesson learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flamingo Gardens was fun today. I guess I'm officially a volunteer. I got a free button with my name on it and everything. Its basically my free pass to go in whenever! I'll be doing some design work for them...from home! Whoo hoo...as time goes on, I can maybe integrate more of myself into doing bigger and better things. I'm also supposed to help with creating a resource of the history of the place and the founders for people to read and to train the tour guides. Sounds pretty time consuming and potentially fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the Seminole Hard Rock Casino with my parents, my aunts and my uncle. If you sign up for their "Player's Club" they give you 50 bucks to gamble with. They split it so that its $25 the first day you sign up and then $25 on another day. Today I won $20.20 with my free 25 bucks. FREE MONEY?! I'll take it! Going back on Sunday with my parents to try our luck at getting more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it...I suddenly feel bummed out again. I hate life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-896663920016984761?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/896663920016984761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=896663920016984761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/896663920016984761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/896663920016984761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-scams.html' title='I hate scams...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3226441135109157228</id><published>2009-02-24T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:48:16.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thoroughly searched out...</title><content type='html'>As more and more jobs become harder and harder to find, I'm starting to seriously consider joining the circus. I guess I'm not the only one with this constant feeling of uselessness. Alack, since I don't want any gaps in my resume, I've decided to volunteer at Flamingo Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I wanted to work in the Wildlife Sanctuary area, where you get to feed all the birds and such...unfortunately, no positions were available, so upon inspection of the remaining positions, I noticed one was for the office. And especially for Graphic Design. Sooo, I emailed the lady that thats where I wanted to volunteer. I was supposed to meet her last week, but she called me and canceled last minute because she was sick. Tomorrow, I meet her again, so we'll see how it goes. Do work and not get paid you say? Well, its better than gaps in my resume, constant boredom, and joining a circus. I figured, I might as well make things and if they get printed, I have something to add to my portfolio. So, in such cases, I can build up my portfolio and such. Sounds like a good idea? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noticed, I've changed the layout of my blog. I thought the black got a little old and wanted colors and a layout more reflective of my personality. I wish blogger made more templates available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I must mention...I really really need to start flushing out my zombiedestroyer.com website. I've been very lazy about it, and I don't want the year to go by and I haven't done anything about the domain name and hosting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a cold coming on. I really don't want to get sick. Sigh. Nothing more to say really...I'll go doodle some website ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3226441135109157228?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3226441135109157228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3226441135109157228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3226441135109157228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3226441135109157228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-thoroughly-searched-out.html' title='I&apos;m thoroughly searched out...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1209824520505249320</id><published>2009-02-21T04:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:20:06.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep evades me yet again...</title><content type='html'>Sigh, its 4 am and I'm not sleepy in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home not too long ago from PJ's cause I found out he had a crappy day at work today, and being the most awesome girlfriend that I am, I went over there to cheer him up. Thus, I pigged out on chocolate cake, cause I bought some at Publix in a fit of chocolate craving (yes, I'm a girl too). Its a good thing I burned those extra 200 calories at the gym today. Its not much, but its something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I can't even tell you how much of a gym rat I've become. I've been trying to go at least 3 times a week, but I think I'm going to increase it to 4 times. I've been running less, I just run to the gym and back home, which is only about 2 miles. (A little more than 2 miles). The rest of the time, I spend it on the machines. I'm really building up my upper body, especially my arms and abs. I've been easily spending about 2 hours per gym visit. Not really sure how the time goes by so fast, but I try to vary the machines that I use, so each time its a different work out. Today, I decided to run an extra 2 miles on the treadmill and I didn't get any crazy pre-menstrual cramps like I normally do...much to my surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Man...I love the gym and I truly love working out. Nothing feels greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've been applying to jobs like mad. Although times are hard, I do try to stay within my field when job searching. I don't want to stray too far, cause I finally know what I want. And I really don't want to end up working some retail job. No offense to anyone that does that as a back up, but thats not in my plan. Thats the bummer of it all I guess. When it all comes clear, the end of the world shows its ugly face. Sigh, of course our standard of living would eventually come back and bite us in the ass. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn hungry again! Nothing really new in life...I don't have much to share with myself. Just gym, books, and tv. What else could I possibly want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1209824520505249320?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1209824520505249320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1209824520505249320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1209824520505249320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1209824520505249320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep-evades-me-yet-again.html' title='Sleep evades me yet again...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1138298607235240558</id><published>2009-01-27T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:55:58.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm exhausted....</title><content type='html'>For numerous reasons I can't even begin to get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my half marathon on Sunday. It was really fun and ridiculously tiring. I realized that I'm not meant for long distance running. That or I just should train more for marathons than for short distance running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the 9th mile, my left leg started to cramp. Then around the 10th both were out. It was the most horrible bunched up muscles pain I've ever felt on my thighs. At one point, my calf on my left leg bunched up so much, that it folded my toes inside my shoes and wouldn't let go. :( Twas a painfully rewarding experience crossing the finish. Thank God for the cheer zones too...those people sure know how to keep a person going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got interviewed on Ocean Drive. I said the silliest answer, but I guess I must've looked like a hardcore enough runner to be interviewed. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my muscles are still sore and under heavy reparations. I thought I wouldn't want to do this again, but in retrospect, I had a lot of fun and will probably do the ING next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to finish applying for jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1138298607235240558?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1138298607235240558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1138298607235240558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1138298607235240558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1138298607235240558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-exhausted.html' title='I&apos;m exhausted....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5264519972319226547</id><published>2009-01-22T17:17:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:35:03.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a New Year!</title><content type='html'>And I haven't written in my blog in FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing new, nothing new. Just the usual. I'm depressed cause I can't find a job, I found a job on craigslist that I really really want, but the aholes haven't called me at all and its been a week...so I take it as a "no" I've also been crying a lot at the utter feeling of uselessness that has come over me. I've been hard core searching.&lt;br /&gt;I've put my production dreams aside...for as much as I love it, I cannot sustain a regular income with it. I have a clearer understanding of what I want to do in life...so thats definitely a good thing. While it depresses me so that I cannot find a job, the feeling of anxiety and painful passionate longing for wanting what I can't have has subsided completely. I think Caro has grown up. I think reality has hit and I've left my Hollywood dreams. I've realized its not what I want. While I love running around and getting stuff done, production really wears on me. In 3 days of working, I'd felt like I'd worked 2 weeks without stopping. Imagine doing a movie, much less a one day commercial. &lt;br /&gt;My production dreams will only go as far as short lived commercials. Things that allow me to go home at the end of the day. I've found that to be my true passion. How can I achieve this you ask? Well simple...I've decided to go back to advertising. Where those two reconcile, I have yet to find out. But steady does it! All in good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from returning to advertising, I plan on acquiring a steady enough job, so I can either take night classes at a 2 year portfolio art school or self teach myself serious design (which my friend B encourages just by going on lynda.com). I've tried Lynda before. Its good stuff, I just need better equipment, patience, faster internet, and determination. I can achieve all this. Hence, getting a job where I can pay for a new Mac, programs, getting myself into a schedule...etc etc. Anyway, in the end, I really want a nicely finished book. I'm pretty much a powerhouse, I just have to realize my own potential and make it happen. Pretty positive, don't you think? Much different then the Crazy Caro you all know? If I'm totally wrong...please tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to think clearly right now. Last night, I went to PJ's to play the zombie shooting game Left 4 Dead. Two things: 1) It wasn't as terrifying as I thought and 2) It was FUN as hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SXj0E_magxI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ckqZ1Kx4SyE/s1600-h/left-4-dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SXj0E_magxI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ckqZ1Kx4SyE/s320/left-4-dead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294249728603226898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Louis, the black dude. And I picked him because black people seem to survive every horror situation now a days. That and he said "ruf" instead of "roof." I love the authenticity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of PJ's, my adrenaline filled night of killing zombies was quickly smashed when I got home at 3 am and realized that I'd brought his car keys back with me in my purse. Woe to me to have to drive back up to his place, which is a half hour north of here. Instead of going back at 3 am, I decided to nap for a few hours and just go in the morning before he had to go to work. Yay for him, boo for me. I'm not used to not sleeping more than 8 hours a night!!! But alas, I went to sleep at 4 am and woke up at 8:30 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on. I think I need to share with you two things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A GLMM of this month (haven't done one of those in a long time)&lt;br /&gt;2. My newest song that I'm in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLMM (Good Looking Man of the Month)- I bet you guys thought I'd forgotten about this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Wenham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably know him best as Faramir from The Lord of the Rings or perhaps as Dilios, the narrator in 300. Either way...he is my hottie for this month! Not only that, but he's Australian! Oh Australia you've done it again! Keep churnin' out those hotties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SXj6mk-rb7I/AAAAAAAABAA/d8h7p1erltI/s1600-h/David_Wenham_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SXj6mk-rb7I/AAAAAAAABAA/d8h7p1erltI/s320/David_Wenham_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294256902642560946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SXj8kM_ChbI/AAAAAAAABAI/QUdM9wNiLQY/s1600-h/David_Wenham_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SXj8kM_ChbI/AAAAAAAABAI/QUdM9wNiLQY/s320/David_Wenham_300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294259060865140146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture deserves a spelled out NYOH! (ño!) Oh David, you are dreamy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaand I'm spent. I'll have more to rant about at a later time. Right now, my empty stomach has robbed my train of thought. It was a heist I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking that my post made sense...I realized that I forgot to add the second thing I wanted to share. The song....DUUUUH!  Man, I suck, but at least my train of thought has been returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song, its better if you watch it in HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGakxDyjwzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGakxDyjwzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Gosling is the lead singer and pianist and let me just say...mmmm! Rachel McAdams you are a fool! A FOOL for breaking it off with this guy! Alas, maybe he was the fool too, cause she seems like quite a catch. If she's already moved on to Josh Lucas, as gossip columns are claiming, then I would blame the break up on her...for it seems that she wanted to move on faster. Or could it be that Josh is just a plaything to help her forget? Anyway...I am in love with that song and that video. Most of you will probably hate it. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find a patch to save my computer from this Conflicker/Downadup/Kido virus. Something viral/wormish that has apparently affected 10 million computers world wide! Yikes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I also mention about how I watched history be made on the 21st, when Obama took the oath of Presidency and when I'm old I'll look at history books and be like..."I remember this day" just as I'm going to do that when I see all the stuff about 9/11 in those same text books. K, well thats all that seems worth mentioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5264519972319226547?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5264519972319226547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5264519972319226547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5264519972319226547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5264519972319226547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-year.html' title='It is a New Year!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SXj0E_magxI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ckqZ1Kx4SyE/s72-c/left-4-dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2857802711918014727</id><published>2008-12-30T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:53:09.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's so much I want to rant about....</title><content type='html'>But I'm reeeeally holding back. Aside from that, I've gone back to handwritten journals. Its more personal and I missed it. Where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Belated Christmas by the way. Had a wonderful time with the family, got some really meaningful and awesome gifts, among my favorites, a cool cover for my bed, a sweet U pillow for traveling (I always wanted one), sweet scents, awesome scarves, and my own www.zombiedestroyer.com fully registered web domain name bought and paid for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year is upon us and with that, I am throwing out the old and making new goals for this prosperous 2009. My very first goal, which I've already started and have been doing is job searching. Its so hard to find a direction, because literally, no place is hiring for production and all I seem to find are freelance bits here and there. I'm hoping Plural will finally make me an offer at least to work for them in Moda al Rescate. I do love freelancing because I meet all sorts of people...but the gypsy life is really heavily weighing on me and I need stability asap. My second goal, after having a steady job is to find a place to live on my own. Not that I mind living at home, but really...I miss my own living space and I want to get all my junk out of my parent's garage. &lt;br /&gt;This is definitely going to be my biggest challenge of all time...at least for this new year. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I don't want to rant anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2857802711918014727?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2857802711918014727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2857802711918014727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2857802711918014727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2857802711918014727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-so-much-i-want-to-rant-about.html' title='There&apos;s so much I want to rant about....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8556391809422083766</id><published>2008-12-18T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:47:37.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats it called?</title><content type='html'>Lymph nodes? Whatever they are, they're outta whack. My whole throat on the left side is inflamed and in pain! It really sucks being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to the hospital and the hooked me up to that doohicky and they looked at my pulse and they told me I was fine. What the eff? Seems like a one time thing and I am now back to being the healthiest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the only issue now? I have the flu...a BAD one. And a period...a BAD one. Okay, the latter was an exaggeration, but now that the whole world knows I'm on the rag, might as well make it sound as horrible as possible right? I haven't had a bad flu like this in a long time. Where I feel bedridden and gross throated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I hope I get better before Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8556391809422083766?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8556391809422083766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8556391809422083766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8556391809422083766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8556391809422083766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-it-called.html' title='Whats it called?'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1940839441174690719</id><published>2008-12-16T00:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:36:24.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary things...</title><content type='html'>Something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story goes like this. The night before last, Saturday night, I went out to eat with PJ. It was this yummy Peruvian/Brazilian place in Deerfield Beach that had some real authentically good Peruvian dishes. Alas, we get back to his place and hang out, watch tv, I have one beer, then I ask if I can use the shower cause I have a horrible stench of food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother with the shower settings, so they were set on really hot...it was kinda stuffy and sauna-ish. But alas, I started feeling a bit woozy and my ears started kind of dulling and then my vision began to tunnel. I called out to PJ and I told him, "I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy," and something along the lines of "hold me up" then I blacked out completely. It felt like I was asleep for a long time when all of a sudden I heard a guy yell "Hey!" at me and I opened my eyes and saw PJ leaning over me, while I was laying in the tub. I remember saying "what? what happened?" And apparently, story goes like this. After I said "hold me up" I started hyperventilating and went limp in his arms. He laid me down, but I had my eyes open the whole time. He said I looked dead and had yelled at me to wake up a lot of times and yelled to his roommate to call an ambulance. Weird, cause I'd only heard him yell that "hey" once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion...I talked to Nick, who said it looked like a combo of me being dehydrated, in a poorly ventilated area, and pre-menstrual...which caused me to have a vasovagal episode. Something about blood pressure dropping and body shutting down in order to provide enough blood to the major organs or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took my blood pressure on my mom's monitor like 4 times and each time it said I had an irregular heartbeat. The machine works, cause we tested it on Marissa and my mom, which came out to different results. Alas, Nick pulled some strings and talked to his work buddies and I'm set to get checked out by a doctor on Wednesday. They'll be hooking me up to an ekg or getting a heart echo or something. I don't know medical terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling crappy lately in regards to my lungs. Asthma has been kicking my ass and now with all this passing out, I won't be able to train as hard as I want to for the ING Marathon. Mind you, I'm still going to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will advise as to what is going on with me as the information is given to me. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1940839441174690719?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1940839441174690719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1940839441174690719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1940839441174690719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1940839441174690719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/scary-things.html' title='Scary things...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5412130448326412169</id><published>2008-12-07T13:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:46:57.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to you live from...</title><content type='html'>Pulse Art Fair in Miami. This whole week I've been working the art fair and manning a booth for local, hot, non-profit gallery Locust Projects. It's been fun cause aside from the booth, I've gotten to  go around with wet heat project filming a documentary. Me being the main interviewer. I've interviewed people like photographer Spencer Tunick and painter Chuck Cross. I've worked with cool people and had great networking opportunities. And you wanna know another great tidbit? I'm writing "live" from my week old iPod Touch that I LOVE!!! Pffft to iPhones, I say. I love this thing! It's the first time I've ever bought anything worth 300 dollars and not felt buyer's remorse!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this fair. I've seen a BUTTLOAD of celebrity look-a-likes. And I list:&lt;br /&gt;- Russian Julia Stiles (who sits in the booth diagonally across from me)&lt;br /&gt;- Poor man's Robert Downey Jr.&lt;br /&gt;- Taller Adrien Brody&lt;br /&gt;- German facial haired Steve Zhan&lt;br /&gt;- Much gayer Alan Cummings&lt;br /&gt;- Jesus (nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth Shue&lt;br /&gt;- Weird looking Joaquin Phoenix &lt;br /&gt;- Older, gayer Jason Bateman&lt;br /&gt;- Ben Foster (this one looked way too authentic, it's was a double take for me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5412130448326412169?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5412130448326412169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5412130448326412169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5412130448326412169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5412130448326412169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-to-you-live-from.html' title='Coming to you live from...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6900222541092228617</id><published>2008-11-26T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:49:25.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As you may have noticed...</title><content type='html'>I'm private now. You lucky people that get to see my whining and complaining. All for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd go private in the case that people search me and see my constant bitching and whining about life. I'll admit, I haven't been doing that so much lately, but just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing really to talk about right now. Just that I've been working at Plural (production company) for the past week and let me tell you, its been a Godsend. I was going crazy out of my mind about two weeks ago, depressed about not having a job, and production jobs being scarce. When Plural called me just in time. I've been keeping busy and meeting up with old acquaintances that now want to work on other little projects with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'm working Art Basel, hopefully filming people, etc. So, I had to balance whether or not I wanted to work in Plural or these new artsy people I met. We'll call them WetHeatProject from now on or WHP, since that is the name of their cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seems like things are picking up. I'll be meeting up with another production team next week, that replied to one of the many resumes I sent out. They were very impressed and wanted to meet me...sweeeet. :) Lets just hope production picks up. Its all about getting your name out there right? And if so many people make a living like this, why, I ask you, can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I went to NY this past weekend for the annual Wong Cousin Reunion. Although it was cold, we had a grand ol time and I'm highly looking forward to next year's reunion (Lima - May 2009) eh eh. Don't worry guys, this is private, so nobody will know what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have more to rant about, but I really need to upload more pictures from the trip, download more music, supposedly work and call people, and perhaps photoshop some stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6900222541092228617?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6900222541092228617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6900222541092228617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6900222541092228617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6900222541092228617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-you-may-have-noticed.html' title='As you may have noticed...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4684467720491371931</id><published>2008-11-07T22:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:22:14.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All practice and no play....</title><content type='html'>Makes Caro an antisocial girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been working on a Photoshop project for the past couple of days that I brainstormed when I was going up to Disney last weekend. Its for a Bday gift, so here's hoping I can get it done in the next few weeks. Its rather time consuming, since I'm line tracing a bunch of pictures. My sis's boyfriend is an expert professional at this stuff, and what took him 7 minutes took me...oh, I don't know...an hour and a half?  And it didn't come out as good for two reasons. 1) I'm new at this - gimme a break. 2) I don't have the preset brush he does (the price you pay for CS versus CS3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my first attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SRURaldLavI/AAAAAAAAAts/9sE-TzRXUcc/s1600-h/mypractice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SRURaldLavI/AAAAAAAAAts/9sE-TzRXUcc/s320/mypractice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266134487708429042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you will, I don't think I did too shabby of a job. All I know is that inking is hard...but I hope to make it a hobby of mine at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo...tomorrow I'm running my first 10k. Boy am I noivous! Its not so much that I can't finish...its that if Nick's father...who is 60 something, beats me, I will be devastated. I keep cramping up these past couple of days...and I seem to be pre-pmsing again...even though, it shouldn't be that time. Too much info? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope that I can finish at a decent time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;After the race, I'll go back to my sister's to rest for a bit, and then I head out at 4:30 to shadow some people that are going to shoot some documentaries in the Miami art scene. Its my new side job. Working with two filmmakers in the infancy of a project they're doing. More info to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I'm going to update my ipod playlist and head to bed. Gotta be up at 5 am to get to Miami by 6:45am. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4684467720491371931?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4684467720491371931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4684467720491371931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4684467720491371931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4684467720491371931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-practice-and-no-play.html' title='All practice and no play....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SRURaldLavI/AAAAAAAAAts/9sE-TzRXUcc/s72-c/mypractice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8598995335736186421</id><published>2008-10-29T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:33:26.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>I seem to be an expert in the subject even though I've always considered myself a fairly antisocial person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go through the types of friends shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Childhood Friends&lt;br /&gt;-Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;-Ex-Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;-College Friends&lt;br /&gt;-Adult Friends&lt;br /&gt;-Situational Friends&lt;br /&gt;-Boyfriends/Girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;-Ex-Boyfriends/Girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;-Fake Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the list could go on and on. If you have any other types of Friends, please do suggest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as my family seems to think, I have a huge circle of friends or I'm always making friends with people. In a sense, yeah, I guess they're right. I like for things to run smoothly and I like to get along with people, thus, I make friends. Sometimes the friends turn out to be shitty...but you win some and you lose some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the part where I break down what each category means to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Childhood Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This includes my buddies from back in the day. Say Elementary school and perhaps Middle school. People I've stayed in touch with through the years, who I guess, also fall under the "Best Friend" title. They only get that title for seniority reasons. From these childhood friends...I have two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I loathe these words. Why don't I believe in this title? I'll tell you why. "Best Friend" can be applied to any one person that passes in your life; someone that you get close to depending on that time of your life. For example, if you're dating someone, that person becomes your best friend, as you tell them everything. Ooor, you happen to be living in some middle of no where town and there is one person that relates to you, hence becoming your best friend. I guess this can also fall under "Situational Friend," but for further details, wait till I get to that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Ex-Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all the people that were your situational best friends fall under here huh? That or some childhood friend that you no longer talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-College Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all wonderful wonderful people. I must say that my College friends are the people I feel closest too, even though I don't speak to them on a daily basis. I met so many people, and yet there is a handful that remain close to my heart. I think you all know who you are. I would say that these are the people I trust whole-heartedly, not only that, but I think we all went through so much together, that it becomes a sort of "brotherhood." Man, I love college and I miss those days dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adult Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Adult friends kind of tend to fall between "college friends" and "situational friends." In my so called adult life, I've met people in the same boat as me. Struggling to find their way in life. It almost feels like you do in college, where you find comrades, but then there are also people that are older and have their lives settled. People you can learn from and ask advice. Sometimes these older people become your good friends/mentors and sometimes they just come and go. Thus they fall between the College/Situational Friend categorization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Situational Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I've defined this several times, but again, these are people that you happen to befriend because you all happen to either a) work together, b) live together, c)see them all the time cause they're friends with your significant other, d) friends of friends. You get the picture right? I guess they're people that you befriend, but can easily defriend. Or as the title says, you're friends with them based on your situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Boyfriends/Girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming this is someone that you eventually grow with and learn to love...they become your "other." Thus becoming your "best friend." Would you say that you tell your significant other everything and you trust them completely? If not, I'm not sure whats wrong with you. Well, whatever the case, they seem kind of suited to take the label of "best friend" don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is where it gets tricky, because this is someone you once considered a "best friend" and now they've become a situational friend. Depending on the severity of the break up, this person can still be a good friend or an ex-best friend. Tricky thing relationships are. I mean, this is obviously someone you still care about, but sometimes I have a hard time wrapping my head around the thought that you're no longer close to this person and no matter how much you try, you just don't see them the same way. Love is a funny thing no? (Mental note - Perhaps I will need to rant about that next).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Fake Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this really isn't a category, as I think it should just be "acquaintances." Again, this probably falls under "situational friends," as they're probably people you can easily write off and don't really care to be friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion...mostly everyone you know is a "Situational Friend," and thus it is a sad sad lonely world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I end that on too much of a somber note? Truthfully I'm restless. I've been job searching like crazy all day today. I'm starting to get desperate to do something. Lets hope that I can find something in this crazy crazy economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8598995335736186421?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8598995335736186421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8598995335736186421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8598995335736186421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8598995335736186421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-7010695311512179528</id><published>2008-10-26T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:35:26.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired...</title><content type='html'>I think I got too much sun today. Death or sleep is surely knocking at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend in Marco with Peej and his family. His sister got married on the beach, so we had a nice little stay in a condo on the water. All in all, it was a really good weekend. Its just nice to get away and not be sitting in front of a computer all day. I really enjoyed walking and talking on the beach and something about that environment just makes the conversations that much better. I feel like I got to know Peej more and I was able to be more confrontational about my questions and concerns. I also found some pretty sweet shells, caught a crab, and killed a starfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starfish is the only thing that bums me out, cause he was suctioning on to my hand and we were just taking it back to the condo to show his little niece. Turns out, they die instantly when you put them in fresh water. For some reason, I think we both knew that...and yet. I'm sorry Patrick Starfish, may you rest in peace. :( At least I chucked him back into the ocean, and hopefully, he didn't fully die and somehow was revived or taken out of a hibernation state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, unfortunately, I was not able to visit Tia and Beeto, even though we passed through Mainsail drive and I thought of you Beeto! Figured the weekend was pretty busy just running up and around the beach and condo. And something I hadn't thought of, Peej was like "well, I want to meet your parents before I meet your aunts and uncles," to which I replied in thought...good point. I think, if I were in those shoes, I'd want to meet someone's parents first too. Alak, I'll probably see you guys next week anyway! Still, I'd like to take a trip back and spend time there with ya'll...eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I have some more stuff I'd like to rant about, but my brain is so fried right now...it would be silly to even attempt. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-7010695311512179528?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7010695311512179528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=7010695311512179528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7010695311512179528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7010695311512179528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8266940576366331146</id><published>2008-10-20T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:28:30.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm forcing myself</title><content type='html'>To write in my damn blog. &lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling rather blegh lately, when it comes to writing that is. I had all this creative drive behind me a few months back, and somehow, thats just dwindled. So with that in mind, I'm forcing myself to write. And write I shall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a script, just doing research mainly, but I had paused that as well. I'm back to researching now, and just getting some ideas. Jobs have slowed down. EVERYWHERE. I'm trying not to get too phased by this, seeing as how the economy really sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for part time jobs now, since it seems some places are hiring. I hate the thought of doing a part time job and not a job that will further my career, but no production companies are hiring at the moment...everything is really bare down here. I often think of going back to advertising, but something in me stirs me to resist. I really really love doing the production work its just that its uber slow right now, and I don't know where to go from here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't be complaining about how slow it is, since so many people aren't doing so well. When I look at it like that, I guess a part time job can't be that bad eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the old drawing board, I'm sending out more resumes to production companies. Again, I just feel so directionless. I look at jobs on craigslist, mandy, etc, and when I take a look at advertising jobs, I often wonder what I'm qualified for. Eeeegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all that, I'm pretty happy still. Sorry Beto, but I am still in a mushy state. I'm all doe-eyed and content with this boy that I'm seeing. And he's a wonderful boy, that is way too much fun to be around. And its not just about the fun, mind you...I guess its just nice to have someone to talk to about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting back into anime, slowly but surely. I bought the whole Azumanga Daioh series the other day and I've been watching it. Its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I no longer feel like forcing myself to write...maybe more later. For now, I gotta feed the birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8266940576366331146?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8266940576366331146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8266940576366331146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8266940576366331146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8266940576366331146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-forcing-myself.html' title='I&apos;m forcing myself'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2687352558072218227</id><published>2008-10-04T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:12:53.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to you from the wonderful world of Canada.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in Canada. Toronto to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very clean here and all the houses are very cookie cutter, Disney celebration type. Kind of freaks me out. I have to say, I'm not incredibly fond of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its all the wedding preparations, but I've felt so lost in thought here, so out of place. I'm slightly homesick for all things familiar and the weather is kind of drab. Its cold, its not uber cold, but cold enough for me to feel lazy. Now, if it were cold and sunny, I'd be a bit happier...but cold and cloudy makes me feel a little to lazy for comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about all the goings on of late? Been eating way too much, been in a crazy wedding planning crunch. Really makes me think of the things I want for my own wedding...whenever the hell that'll be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I don't have much to blog about. Having a good time spending some class A family time. Good times with mom and Beeto staying in our little hostel that is my uncle's basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for shower...wedding tomorrow. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2687352558072218227?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2687352558072218227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2687352558072218227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2687352558072218227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2687352558072218227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-to-you-from-wonderful-world-of.html' title='Coming to you from the wonderful world of Canada.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2457993509224478173</id><published>2008-09-24T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:20:05.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is what its like....</title><content type='html'>To feel blissfully happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cheesy? I think so. But I honestly am. I'm going through a happy wave right now, and there ain't nothing nobody can do to stop me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally going to suck when I no longer feel happy and I feel really bummed about everything in life. But alas, lets look at the here and the now and concentrate on why I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I work this week, well Wednesday to Friday. Doing a commercial for United Healthcare. I had to wake up at 5 am for a 6:30 call time this morning, I stood up non-stop from 6 am to about 5 pm...and boy do I LOVE production! I'm tired as hell...reeeeally tired, but I'm doing something I really really love and working with enjoyable people. I feel like I fit right in, and its just this feeling, I've never felt with a job before. Its what makes me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;, "this is my calling, this is what I'm meant to do." &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not positive on what aspect, but thats the whole reason I'm starting off right? I know most people can't do it, or most people don't think its realistic to chase their dreams, but let me tell ya, if you have the opportunity, DO IT. It pays off. And if you do something you love, then you can do it for the rest of your life...no matter what, you find a way. Thats my belief anyway. Lets hope my faith is put to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm also happy because I've been dating this boy for a few months now. I guess I haven't really talked about it before, because whose business is it but my own? So alas, I guess I break the news now, not that its big news or anything, just news of my current life. A few months back, I got the bright idea to search for a kid I knew in elementary school on Facebook. Wondering to myself, what had happened to this kid. I had pretty much a very big 5th grader crush on him back in the day, cause our teacher decided to sit the troubled kid next to the nerdy girl, hoping to calm the other one down. It didn't work, but we did read James and the Giant Peach and talk about it, we chit chatted about our favorite band (Green Day), and we did a big Japanese project, with two other kids. Sigh...lame as it is, I was 10 or 11? I'd actually known him since 4th grade, cause we were in Mrs. Sanchez's class too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I happened to find the kid in FB, and began chatting. "Relationship-wise" I'd decided to take everything very slow and not rush into making it "official" or anything. I just feel like in the past, because I happened to stay up at all hours of the night talking to someone, within a week, we were an item. Looking back now, I feel thats a little rushed and brash. So, instead, yes, I talked to him at all hours of the night, but not just for a week, but pretty much for the past few months. I've learned that I really like him. Yes the swoony stage has set in, but aside from that, there's good chemistry; I feel very at peace. It is what it is...and I'm chugging along and rolling with the punches. I like that we're building a good friendship before a relationship (well friendships are relationships, but you know what I mean). I think you have to build a foundation in order to really get to know someone. So, things are good. Also, I don't normally voice this stuff out loud, but I'm in my head right now and I need an outlet; he's probably the bestest kisser ever! (Okay, you can go puke now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have heard all this stuff before, sorry you had to read through it again. Yes Kash N Karry, I know what you're going to say, "You're so emo! stop swooning already, etc, etc!" Well too bad! I do what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not everything is perfecto in my life right now, but I'm trying to keep my head above water. This post took me forever to write, due to some chatting distractions, and although I'd like to write a lot more, I fear that I must go to sleep. I have yet another 6:30 am call time tomorrow. Which means I'm only going to get 5 hours of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2457993509224478173?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2457993509224478173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2457993509224478173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2457993509224478173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2457993509224478173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-this-is-what-its-like.html' title='So this is what its like....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4044101267933711582</id><published>2008-09-21T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:46:32.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy growth...</title><content type='html'>For my nails. I dunno what that means, but I think its good. Could it be that I'm eating right? Or that all this running is keeping my nails in tip top shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blegh. I didn't sleep till 7:30 am today...for going out, then coming home and putzing online and on the phone. Then I woke up about an hour ago and have not been able to fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather irked by an issue. I know I know, ya'll are thinking..."Not ANOTHER issue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...another issue. Its an issue of morality. If you see something...something unexpected and something wrong, do you say anything? Do you confront the person and be like "lookie here...I saw." I'm not going to do anything about it, but I saw what you did and I think its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a really foul mouthed mood lately. And I've been aching to say "step the fuck off" to a few people lately. I don't know if I'm just moody or trying to live as I am...whatever that means. But how fun would that be, "say the fuck what? bitch you need to step the fuck off!" and I'm not even black. (That one was for you Kash n Karry - feel free to intervene and tell me how to really be black).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my last few posts have been written in a cryptic sort of way, where people can take what I've said and apply it to various different things that I have bitched about in the past. This issue has actually risen from a recent turn of events and I just need to tell people to step the fuck off of what's mine. Booya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to my homies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...what can I tell you about life that isn't already in the news? I've gotten kind of bored of movie reviews, cause well, there really hasn't been anything out thats worth watching. I don't know if I ever talked about Tropic Thunder, but here goes a brief blurb since its been out for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS AWESOME. I love RDJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SNZ5o9JZlzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/400yGjzPyqY/s1600-h/tropic-thunder-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SNZ5o9JZlzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/400yGjzPyqY/s320/tropic-thunder-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248516160262608690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went to see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid movie. I hate you Woody Allen. It was a thought worthy movie, but after an hour and a half, I was wondering when it was going to end or when the characters were going to get interesting. This movie falls under the category I like to call "plots that don't invest in making us feel for a character." I hate when I can't care for whats on the screen. What else is the point? Its kind of how I felt with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Painted Veil&lt;/span&gt;. I hated ALL of the characters in that movie, because they were all the biggest assholes in the world. Same with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vicky Cristina&lt;/span&gt;...all of the characters were outlandishly stupid, selfish, crazy, and somewhat unrealistic. The only interesting character was not developed and I hate movies that feel the need to have a random narrator try to fill in the plot gaps. (The only good movie that does that is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Y Tu Mama Tambien&lt;/span&gt;). Thats all I got...I dislike this movie the more I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4044101267933711582?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4044101267933711582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4044101267933711582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4044101267933711582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4044101267933711582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-growth.html' title='Crazy growth...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SNZ5o9JZlzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/400yGjzPyqY/s72-c/tropic-thunder-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3373106745453728540</id><published>2008-09-18T01:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:24:00.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm annoyed...</title><content type='html'>My clear skin has broke out again...ugh. No matter what I try. How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have nothing more to rant about, since I'm ranting about my skin. I just hate how it gets, then I have to treat it and blah blah. This all happened when I started drinking alcohol again. I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my musical kindred Omar sent me a song that I'm completely in love with. Unfortunately, it sounds like something out of a bad action movie, like a slow mo sexy scene between Vin Diesel and some bad actress. It also reminds me of a grungy stripper, but I still love it. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q6vMT50V-2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q6vMT50V-2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! It gets better if you listen to it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few weeks ago, I had this weird post. I think I got people reading into it too much. Sorry for any confusion. Its just stupid because its about this dude that broke my heart and haunted my dreams. I think I'm completely over the whole thing now...for really real. Its not like its been an ever present thought, just something that's bugged me for some time. I've just decided not to dwell on stuff...I think I do that too much. Everyone tells me I over analyze everything. Its very true. I can't help that, and I'll continue to do it, but I just shouldn't make myself so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been in my head too much. Kind of trapped. I try to keep occupied, but I'm just home so much, looking for jobs and trying to jump start my other projects. Its hard to stay on course, jobs are so bad right now. If I tried to go for a "normal" job, I'm not even sure where to look. I've been doing production for a while now, and I can honestly say that I love it. I love every minute of it. No matter how stressful and how hectic it can get. I love it. This is what I was meant to do, and I'm going to freaking do it. Just seems like jobs are a bit slow and I crave the stability of a job so much. Just to help out at home, while I live here, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, aside from being inside my head too much...I've been trying to develop a website for myself. Man is it hard to motivate oneself. I have an ideal, I just think its going to be really expensive. I should also probably stop getting bummed out about what to do with my life. I should enjoy and learn as I go right? I've been, it just seems slow. Everything is slow. I'll stop here, cause this could turn into some political rant that I don't even talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its 3:30 am and I'm not tired. I have this wash of happiness come over me. I feel like I got positive all of a sudden. Well, here's to a good day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3373106745453728540?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3373106745453728540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3373106745453728540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3373106745453728540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3373106745453728540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-annoyed.html' title='I&apos;m annoyed...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-72022448446480791</id><published>2008-09-12T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:47:06.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I officially dislike blu ray...</title><content type='html'>I was all excited to purchase myself a copy of the supposedly wonderful movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Fall&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, when I heard that my sister had rented it on blu ray and I would get to watch it on her super plasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wonderful movie...not so wonderful on blu ray super plasma. :( The image was so crisp and so clear that it took away from the "magic" of the film. It made the smoke effects and mirrors that much more obvious and gave the whole film a Colombian soap opera look. I hated it. I tried to get used to it and I simply couldn't. All this succeeded in doing was making me want to go out and watch the DVD on my soon-to-be useless old school TV that will become obsolete. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, excellent movie, but blu ray takes away what little is left to movie magic, and if filmmakers don't start upping the ante, well, its just going to suck from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iO0LYcCoeJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iO0LYcCoeJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-72022448446480791?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/72022448446480791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=72022448446480791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/72022448446480791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/72022448446480791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-i-officially-dislike-blu-ray.html' title='And I officially dislike blu ray...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-8525388493427268712</id><published>2008-09-05T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:25:55.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is something in the air.</title><content type='html'>A switch just went off in my head again. Maybe its an off day, maybe I'm feeling drab, but what I'm really feeling is like not liking anyone. Why the hot and cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an ever present festering thought...mostly way in the back of my head, but it likes to creep up. I can't even explain it, voice it, or share it without feeling like a total fool. So I won't tell you all about it, but I will tell you how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a haunting feeling, like something I was wronged about, that may not have been as big a deal as it seemed then. It comes back and irks me. It enters my dreams and leaves me feeling angry. After years, I have surpassed it and moved on. It came back and I felt in control. And now that I've moved on again, it haunts me again. The anger, the pride, the longing to eradicate it from my life. And yet I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope today says that I should "let go," and I've tried. Tried and tried again. But it doesn't go away. Can someone or something scar you so much that it just embeds itself into your psyche for the rest of your life? Can I not erase it? Make it go away? Get some kind of closure? I thought the closure was gotten? I feel like a fool for feeling the way I feel. Its funny how you can be scared by someone/something and them or it not ever acknowledge it or know that it was ever that bad? It eats me up inside and I have no outlet. I shouldn't need an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is a way for me to keep myself from ever being happy? Is this the most emo post I have ever posted or what? I'll never explain what it is I'm feeling, because its silly to feel in the first place. I should be happy with myself, I should be moving on and moving up. I am. But this looming presence in the back of my mind. It won't go away. Always getting in the way. No matter what I do, I can't push it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I think I just want to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-8525388493427268712?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8525388493427268712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=8525388493427268712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8525388493427268712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/8525388493427268712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-something-in-air.html' title='There is something in the air.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3418004011353621989</id><published>2008-08-21T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:55:48.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo...</title><content type='html'>Buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say really. Just been doing what I do best. NOTHING. Well thats a lie. I've been finding work steadily, but I hope this production stuff picks up. I work tomorrow through the weekend and some of next week. So I believe thats the busiest I've been in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to rant about because I really don't know what to say. So with that, I'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I suddenly started to suck at blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Not like anyone reads anymore anyway...its a different time and a different world eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3418004011353621989?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3418004011353621989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3418004011353621989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3418004011353621989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3418004011353621989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/sooo.html' title='Sooo...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-745271040774450490</id><published>2008-07-29T21:28:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:32:56.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here we are...</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I haven't written in a while. Again, I've been in a weird funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a whole month of Movies to review, as well as owing a GLMM/GLWM for this month. Sometimes I feel like its futile, because I don't think anyone reads this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll begin with my movie recaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go way back to the beginning of the month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CUTEST thing I've seen all month! It was heartbreaking, beautiful, and hilarious all at once. People who watch this and don't feel anything have no heart...at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_Tek0GjkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FS2_L4GD3CU/s1600-h/walle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_Tek0GjkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FS2_L4GD3CU/s320/walle1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228630214632181314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hancock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the plot for this movie? I really wanted it to be better. The beginning was very entertaining, but by the middle the plot just disappeared. It felt like the scriptwriter really got into writing something superhero like, and then realized that it was too long and that he had to end it within 2 hours, so he scribbled some random crap in and loosely tied everything together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that sucked...not much dialogue. The whole movie was just one big montage with hip hop music blaring in the background. Someone please give Will Smith a good movie was a decent script. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_X5DS5KTI/AAAAAAAAAsM/TDqymtTfOyE/s1600-h/hancock1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_X5DS5KTI/AAAAAAAAAsM/TDqymtTfOyE/s320/hancock1_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228635067537500466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so moving on. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hellboy II: The Golden Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really liked this movie. It was definitely a step up from Hancock. All I know is that I came out of the theater knowing that I liked it, but not really remembering why. Perhaps I'd have to see it again. The only thing that really sucked was that near the end of the movie, the audio cut out and it was really low. So everyone had to strain to listen and the final battle seemed so anticlimactic. Not the movie's fault, but really affected the "wow" factor. All I know is that I really love Guillermo del Toro's work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_d3NHp3zI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DHJ-8YDqa78/s1600-h/hellboy2-final-poster-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_d3NHp3zI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DHJ-8YDqa78/s320/hellboy2-final-poster-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228641632884743986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the moment that the world was waiting for. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say that hasn't already been said? Good movie. Wow. Terrific. Scary. Amazing. Great...There are many one word expressions to this movie. Whats my one word? Conflicted. Why you ask? I really liked it, and I really want to see it again. But I wanted more. I wanted to come out feeling like I'd just seen the greatest movie ever, especially based on Heath's performance. And a good performance it was. I just wanted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;. When all is said and done, Christian Bale is still the world's biggest bad ass and the secret love of my life. Always and forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_fCk1qwjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/9O13YxN7pMg/s1600-h/The_Dark_Knight_Quad_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_fCk1qwjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/9O13YxN7pMg/s320/The_Dark_Knight_Quad_Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228642927741944370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats all I got. This weekend, I shall be seeing The Mummy 3 and perhaps Journey to the Center of the Earth? Its going to be a Brendan Fraser-ful weekend. Who I must also mention, is not aging well at all. Poor guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll also do a quick GLMM and GLWM for this month...as I feel its necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Looking Man of the Month for July 2008 is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_gUgvqEWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MTkfcU1LrB0/s1600-h/clive1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_gUgvqEWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MTkfcU1LrB0/s320/clive1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228644335392264546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive Owen. Agree or disagree...this man can act. Not only is he good, I looooove his voice. Thats all I got. Maybe one more picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_hALzJC3I/AAAAAAAAAss/hWj2IS4zo3w/s1600-h/de0907_clive-owen_coverlines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_hALzJC3I/AAAAAAAAAss/hWj2IS4zo3w/s320/de0907_clive-owen_coverlines.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228645085683977074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my Good Looking Woman of the Month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_iEWRmUUI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZARix07jVMc/s1600-h/carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_iEWRmUUI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZARix07jVMc/s320/carla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228646256727183682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla Gugino is super hot. Anyone that disagrees might be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_ivEh854I/AAAAAAAAAs8/yI-won2YrqM/s1600-h/270px-Carla-Gugino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_ivEh854I/AAAAAAAAAs8/yI-won2YrqM/s320/270px-Carla-Gugino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228646990698309506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, thats all I have for tonight. I'm sick as a dog and my attention span is not very good at the moment. I'm so jacked up on sudafed and Night time Theraflu, its hard to keep a singular train of thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-745271040774450490?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/745271040774450490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=745271040774450490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/745271040774450490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/745271040774450490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-here-we-are.html' title='Well here we are...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SI_Tek0GjkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FS2_L4GD3CU/s72-c/walle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1695336515077479342</id><published>2008-07-10T14:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:32:57.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho hum</title><content type='html'>I was just looking through some old blogs. They used to have so much substance and meaning. I feel like I've been slacking. Maybe its because I used to just sit and rant and I haven't quite taken the opportunity to do that now. I've turned into quite a sour-puss! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that with this, I can make up for it. So much has been going on in my life lately. I've had epiphany after epiphany and worry after worry. I've been experiencing life like crazy and yet sitting at home like a clam with no purpose. Do clams even have purposes? I never really researched how they reproduce and what they do besides lick you with their nasty-ass foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been interning in a production company and researching my own production stuff on the side, but the amount of time I spend doing that is the equivalent of a weekend. So, why am I not looking for a job? I've already tinkered with the thought of going back to school - which at this point would be a total waste of money and time. I've been lazy and not really pushing myself to find an actual job in production, but also not out of sheer laziness, but also out of cluelessness. I couldn't tell you what I feel my calling in life is, but I know that its got to be something. Something creative. I know many of you hate that word, but its what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so many thoughts running through my head, ranging from but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Scripts (zombie scripts, love stories, shorts, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Short stories&lt;br /&gt;3. Storyboards&lt;br /&gt;4. Greeting cards&lt;br /&gt;5. Photo projects&lt;br /&gt;6. Mini movies (does this fall under storyboards?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put all this creativity to good use. I should be a little more serious. I get the impression that I make people laugh with these little ideas I come up with. I like that, I want to continue doing that. Entertain, but entertain for real. C'mon Caro! Quit being a clam!!!  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at this crux in my life, I ask myself...why not get a job and do your productions on the side? But really really be serious about it and get shit done? I think I can do that...if I concentrate, if I feel like I have a purpose and I plan wisely. I think thats the most mature and wisest thing I can do. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is continue marching to the beat of my own drum and get through life. I can do this, I know I can. Okay, now I've lost everyone and totally done a pep talk for myself. Don't worry guys, I'm the most clueless clued in person you'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, after the jump: Revelations of my life aside from my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHZrCyoPxvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/3R6RdCsS4GE/s1600-h/buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHZrCyoPxvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/3R6RdCsS4GE/s320/buddies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221478513677158130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Chingo and Kooky-eyes over here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, revelations. It seems like the presiding matter in my life has been my career, dreams, things I want, basically my life. But aside from that, my career is not just my life and I don't want it to be so. Maybe career and hobbies are supposed to be kept separately. As much as I'd hate that, perhaps it is so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hate to admit I was wrong in not wanting to move back home and to the South Florida vicinity. Turns out, I like it here. Alot. Miami is a great place to hang out and I've met some really excellent people. Albeit, my actual hometown which shall remain nameless SUCKS for hanging out. There is nothing to do there. What a wasteland. Luckily Miami is never too far to find something fun to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit harder to go to Miami whilst unemployed and with gas prices climbing. I've been trying to optimize on gas saving...keeping at a constant 60 mph, not breaking like a maniac, and not hitting the gas pedal like an asshole. Its been working decently. Rising gas prices is probably the most depressing thing since Steve Irwin passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time, I still love my parakeets like nobody's business. I can't help but to look at them and have my knees buckle. Lame right?! But I love them and there's nothing you can do about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very at peace with myself and very in control. I think this is why I haven't ranted so much. I just feel so calm. Not just from my love life, I've liked that I've become a bit of an introvert in sharing my thoughts. I'm always asking others what they think and what I should do, and although I've always known that the decision is always up to me, I've asked around until I exhaust myself. I don't know when that changed, but I like it. I feel so self sufficient and independent, like I don't need anyone else for emotional support. The people that I do talk to about my feelings and worries and shit...you know who you are. Could this just be a side effect of the Clam effect? Thats what I'm calling it from this post forth. The Clam Effect. Its like an introverted and calmed down attitude. I will have to credit my sister for this, since she always uses the term "CLAM DOWN!!" Good job Guti. I've clammed down ALOT. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things are going well. What about my "love life?" Love life you say? Or lack thereof. I like it. I think this also contributes to the total peace with myself thing. I can honestly say I'm happy. Whoo hoo, 2 points Caro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also tell you about my favorite bands of the moment. &lt;br /&gt;1. Cold War Kids&lt;br /&gt;2. Beirut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to stumble on them because I was looking for more examples of Super 8 videos, since I'm doing my own 8mm project. Two videos on youtube used both these bands. Good job guys. Let me post the vids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I lied, I can't find the videos that I found the songs in, but aside from that I found this really cute 8mm video. I know its a little emo, but tis cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fdHJlmxiSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fdHJlmxiSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another good note. I haven't been snacking lately. I've just been eating the required meals a day, and in the last week, I've lost 5 pounds. I know what you're saying "you don't need to lose weight, you're skinny, blah blah." Yeah well, how come I've lost weight if I'm not snacking? It just goes to show that too much snacking is bad. I've been eating regularly and all, just cut out stupid stuff from my diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. I also gotta get back into running. I had my monthly friend and a toe injury  this week, so I took a break from running, but I'm ready to start again. Oh yeah, don't know if I mentioned, but I will be running a half marathon in January. The ING Marathon going on in Miami. Apparently I am running it, as Marissa informed me a few weeks ago. So, time to get serious. I'm going to check out some new shoes tomorrow, cause my new ones are no good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHZxxpYLwgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sf8OvlaaCzU/s1600-h/MarathonHero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHZxxpYLwgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sf8OvlaaCzU/s320/MarathonHero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221485915717485058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, I could write for forever, but I think I'm done. Also, I've been saying "for forever" a lot lately, I know its not correct grammar, but I like the way it sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1695336515077479342?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1695336515077479342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1695336515077479342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1695336515077479342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1695336515077479342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/07/ho-hum.html' title='Ho hum'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHZrCyoPxvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/3R6RdCsS4GE/s72-c/buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1161934920107818358</id><published>2008-07-06T13:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:32:57.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole through the years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEI_LojBsI/AAAAAAAAArE/jLZaEaVjCxM/s1600-h/BABYCHU2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEI_LojBsI/AAAAAAAAArE/jLZaEaVjCxM/s320/BABYCHU2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219963324646753986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJLpo-DMI/AAAAAAAAArM/0BObMtAzkSw/s1600-h/FINALE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJLpo-DMI/AAAAAAAAArM/0BObMtAzkSw/s320/FINALE.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219963538860018882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJc_9fjDI/AAAAAAAAArU/13M7RsiNBog/s1600-h/Get_To_Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJc_9fjDI/AAAAAAAAArU/13M7RsiNBog/s320/Get_To_Work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219963836909456434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJn7qMn8I/AAAAAAAAArc/rZFxAu12kpI/s1600-h/TheDoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJn7qMn8I/AAAAAAAAArc/rZFxAu12kpI/s320/TheDoor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219964024733343682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJtYytc0I/AAAAAAAAArk/vmII2WyeW7s/s1600-h/FinishedJediBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJtYytc0I/AAAAAAAAArk/vmII2WyeW7s/s320/FinishedJediBaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219964118453023554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJ3b2cLXI/AAAAAAAAArs/njP1g3rNhLQ/s1600-h/AnIdea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEJ3b2cLXI/AAAAAAAAArs/njP1g3rNhLQ/s320/AnIdea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219964291072666994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1161934920107818358?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1161934920107818358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1161934920107818358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1161934920107818358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1161934920107818358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/07/nicole-through-years.html' title='Nicole through the years...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SHEI_LojBsI/AAAAAAAAArE/jLZaEaVjCxM/s72-c/BABYCHU2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-698542558577765848</id><published>2008-06-18T15:12:00.033-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:02.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In celebration of the future...</title><content type='html'>I have compiled a list of the top GLMMs based on pixel-created men. &lt;br /&gt;Game dudes have come to full fruition over the past years, what with video games no longer being what they used to be. So, with that in mind, here are my top ten game dudes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Cloud Strife - From Final Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFltMWC5E8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/piQa6qWBVd0/s1600-h/emocloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFltMWC5E8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/piQa6qWBVd0/s320/emocloud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213318102501626818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these images are not from any Final Fantasy games, but they are from the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Advent Children&lt;/span&gt;, so he automatically has to get a spot, because when all is said and done, he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; an original game dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFlthdlBnhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/SpPa_nyTcgw/s1600-h/305249604_8170badea0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFlthdlBnhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/SpPa_nyTcgw/s320/305249604_8170badea0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213318465301093906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, although rather effeminate in his facial features, he's good looking because he's got that spunky spiky hair AND he carries a giant sword. Really? You don't find that attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Leon S. Kennedy - From Resident Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFm_DI_XUpI/AAAAAAAAAoM/mXEZHLVE0lo/s1600-h/LeonReady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFm_DI_XUpI/AAAAAAAAAoM/mXEZHLVE0lo/s320/LeonReady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213408104331825810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw in another blog that this was that person's top game guy of all time. I say, NAH! You all remember Leon in RE2? When they designed him to obviously look like Leonard DiCaprio because Titanic was popular? Anyway, Leon's plasticy fake look has sure turned into something else...especially in RE4. Can you believe this picture below, I mean people actually create pictures like this? Truly, I am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnCO0jFZCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/eeszOIr4hhk/s1600-h/Leon_from___Resident_Evil_4___by_DW3Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnCO0jFZCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/eeszOIr4hhk/s320/Leon_from___Resident_Evil_4___by_DW3Girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213411603537814562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Ryu Hayabusa - From Ninja Gaiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnC_0LvQPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/AITN-T6fMAo/s1600-h/RyuHayabusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnC_0LvQPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/AITN-T6fMAo/s320/RyuHayabusa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213412445253484786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a Ninja Gaiden player. Although I considered purchasing the game for my DS, Professor Layton ended up winning my heart in the end.&lt;br /&gt;The reason Ryu gets a spot is mainly because he's a ninja. And if you don't know by now that I find ninjas to be absolutely irresistible, then you'll certainly know by the time this entry is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the blood. ÑO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnFUe3TZvI/AAAAAAAAAok/Daas99A8VH8/s1600-h/ninja_gaiden_2_arm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnFUe3TZvI/AAAAAAAAAok/Daas99A8VH8/s320/ninja_gaiden_2_arm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213414999331137266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the following picture was the only one I could find at high resolution and looking realistic as ever. Its all in the eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnFsV-ezbI/AAAAAAAAAos/FXBApNaic80/s1600-h/goodpixels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnFsV-ezbI/AAAAAAAAAos/FXBApNaic80/s320/goodpixels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213415409262185906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. The Prince - From Prince of Persia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or does this guy not have a name? Does it really matter? I mean...double ño!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnGtqL_bXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PdSPSGmnKWU/s1600-h/wallpaper_prince_of_persia_warrior_within_10_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnGtqL_bXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PdSPSGmnKWU/s320/wallpaper_prince_of_persia_warrior_within_10_1600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213416531379055986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He improves with age and few years of CG development:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnHLPqCCFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/iuHg9s9YazQ/s1600-h/POP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnHLPqCCFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/iuHg9s9YazQ/s320/POP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213417039653374034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, find me a dude that looks like that. I would like to shake his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Nero   5. Dante - From Devil May Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a combo. Why you ask? Because most of the pictures are of them together and I was too lazy to find pictures of them apart. Maybe its also cause they look alike. I'll also say that I've never gotten the chance to play Devil May Cry, but I've always wanted to for sheer intrigue of the premise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnIWIJh29I/AAAAAAAAApE/a_90vhQVd-A/s1600-h/devil-may-cry-4-wallpaper-nero-vs-dante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnIWIJh29I/AAAAAAAAApE/a_90vhQVd-A/s320/devil-may-cry-4-wallpaper-nero-vs-dante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213418326128188370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are images from the 4th DMC, where they introduce Nero. I guess thats why I chose Dante to be in 5th place and Nero in 6th...cause he came first. Here's another image of them duking it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnJJiswnzI/AAAAAAAAApM/MhKsg90scgc/s1600-h/nero_dante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnJJiswnzI/AAAAAAAAApM/MhKsg90scgc/s320/nero_dante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213419209428606770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I said I couldn't find images of them separately, I lied. I found some. Here's one of each so you can see why these game dudes are on my top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnKujGTZbI/AAAAAAAAApU/ttQGwUXpNOc/s1600-h/devil_may_cry3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnKujGTZbI/AAAAAAAAApU/ttQGwUXpNOc/s320/devil_may_cry3_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213420944702530994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another ridiculous, shirts optional picture...but it works yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnMWV0QSGI/AAAAAAAAApc/7mZLCw_871o/s1600-h/nero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnMWV0QSGI/AAAAAAAAApc/7mZLCw_871o/s320/nero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213422727843563618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He too has funky hair and carries a big sword. I'm seeing a trend here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Chris Redfield - From Resident Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnNy-2OqGI/AAAAAAAAApk/mEELpa2BkU8/s1600-h/re5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnNy-2OqGI/AAAAAAAAApk/mEELpa2BkU8/s320/re5.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213424319405664354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking rather like Stifler on steroids, this handsome game dude is a super high point for me in the upcoming RE5! Aside from the game seeming rather amazing and simply terrifying, I'm excited to see the hi-def cut scenes with this guy in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnPaTLDIHI/AAAAAAAAAps/Hlqb1zNNqQo/s1600-h/resident-evil-5-20070726113940930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnPaTLDIHI/AAAAAAAAAps/Hlqb1zNNqQo/s320/resident-evil-5-20070726113940930.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213426094388224114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, one more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnPpU7IeGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/A9qyNulYD7I/s1600-h/re5pattern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnPpU7IeGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/A9qyNulYD7I/s320/re5pattern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213426352556374114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Raiden a.k.a. Jack - Metal Gear Solid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen MGS 4 yet, GET ON IT! That game is crazy awesome and the cut scenes are to die for. Why else would I completely fall in love with Raiden? Aside from the fact that he's a ninja (sort of). Because of his awesome fight scene in the game, I am convinced that I want a PS3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnRUL0srPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/GSMt4nIdwY4/s1600-h/raiden851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnRUL0srPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/GSMt4nIdwY4/s320/raiden851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213428188359470322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he looks rather pale and girly, but he sure as hell can kick ass. And the androgynous look is done on purpose as a joke by the game's creators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnRuOZABcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Cd9zK62WffM/s1600-h/guns+of+the+patriots+raiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnRuOZABcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Cd9zK62WffM/s320/guns+of+the+patriots+raiden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213428635725202882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by cool fight scene, I mean this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wr5lPMFnoSs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wr5lPMFnoSs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlNvB0wfzpk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlNvB0wfzpk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White hair (blondish), carries a sword, effeminate features...Sometimes I wonder about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest blog ever. On to our final two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Altair - Desmond Miles...whoever you are - From Assassin's Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are damn good looking for a fake guy. Not only is he a fake guy, but a guy who's face you never fully see, yet he still manages to look good. This one was a tough second choice, but I really looked, and I concluded that Altair was much better looking than some of these other guys on the countdown. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnT7JGdPlI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Er4iVp8yeyI/s1600-h/altair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnT7JGdPlI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Er4iVp8yeyI/s320/altair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213431056666803794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image above is the most of his face that I've ever seen in a picture. The rest pretty much look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnWVazUCyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VhsxDkheS_8/s1600-h/assassins_creed_1080_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnWVazUCyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VhsxDkheS_8/s320/assassins_creed_1080_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213433707118201634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnXxTONy1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/fRY3jBLdS1g/s1600-h/Assassins-Creed-Exclusive-Wallpaper-816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnXxTONy1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/fRY3jBLdS1g/s320/Assassins-Creed-Exclusive-Wallpaper-816.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213435285631519570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing about Altair is that he was at the Maxiam release party for the game; standing next to Masi Oka of all people...whom many know as Hiro from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;. And by best thing, I mean that they used a real guy that has the same facial features as Altair...also meaning, such a man DOES exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnb1wtO-_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/AjASkQgR46I/s1600-h/hiroandaltair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnb1wtO-_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/AjASkQgR46I/s320/hiroandaltair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213439760312237042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now FINALLY for number ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Rikimaru - From Tenchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnc5kZVIRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XHES771IX-U/s1600-h/rikimaru9es.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnc5kZVIRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XHES771IX-U/s320/rikimaru9es.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213440925238632722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there any question as to who number one would be? Really? I mean, c'mon, it HAD to be a ninja. Unfortunately, Rikimaru does not have any good images, because he hasn't quite been updated in recent times. Unless you count the Tenchu Z game for the 360. If thats the case, send me a picture, cause I couldn't find one. Regardless, my all time favorite is Rikimaru, not only cause he's a ninja, but just cause he's a cool ninja that kicks major ass.&lt;br /&gt;Also, who doesn't think a scar across the eye is hot? It probably wouldn't look as sexy in real life, but thats why these are game dudes and thats why they're classified under "good looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnd6t-r5cI/AAAAAAAAAq0/3jcfB8Oli8o/s1600-h/tenchu01+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFnd6t-r5cI/AAAAAAAAAq0/3jcfB8Oli8o/s320/tenchu01+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213442044502730178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above image is as good a picture as its gonna get (game-wise), and I think its a pretty decent one, considering its from Tenchu 3. &lt;br /&gt;And finally, this drawing, which I believe was created for the first game by someone in the actual art department. I could be wrong, but its still a good image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFneQSH4dMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fLu9NoU9ARc/s1600-h/Rikimaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFneQSH4dMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fLu9NoU9ARc/s320/Rikimaru.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213442414982231234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, five out of the ten on my countdown have white/blondish hair, carry swords, and kill things. I think we all know what type of dude I'm in to...at least game-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, hope you enjoyed my picks. You may disagree with some of my choices, but then again, this is my blog and I can rant about whatever I want right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also take a quick moment to rant about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;. A couple of quick notes:&lt;br /&gt;1. BIG improvement from Ang Lee's 2003 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hulk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. The creators might have screwed themselves into a corner by casting Ed Norton - Mister "Take over every single movie I'm in, because I think I'm a genius."  And it may be true that he's a good actor and a good writer, but seriously Mr. Norton, how bout a little humility. The reason I say creators may have screwed themselves over is because Norton doesn't seem to be the type of actor that would take on another shot at being the Hulk. I hope he proves me wrong, and I hope the sequel is just as entertaining as this one. And while we're at it, let's hope they can get him on board for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Avengers&lt;/span&gt; eh?&lt;br /&gt;3. Although I like Liv Tyler, I didn't much like her as Betty Ross. Her Arwen speech got kind of annoying after a while. I kept thinking, "what're you doing? You're not an elf, you're the Hulk's girlfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;4. I still like Iron Man MUCH more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-698542558577765848?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/698542558577765848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=698542558577765848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/698542558577765848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/698542558577765848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-celebration-of-future.html' title='In celebration of the future...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFltMWC5E8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/piQa6qWBVd0/s72-c/emocloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-7209103539034662533</id><published>2008-06-12T11:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:02.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams come true!</title><content type='html'>Mickey Mouse made me chant that last time I was at Disney. I sure hope he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just informed that my latest blog entries have been rather drab. Let me spice it up for you, shall I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised people a new GLMM/GLWM, I promised a recap on all of the crazy dreams I was having, and I promised myself to tell a little about my current life situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I sum up a month's worth of stuff? I shall list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trip to Virginia&lt;br /&gt;2. New "Job"&lt;br /&gt;3. Imagination is going wazoo&lt;br /&gt;4. GLMM&lt;br /&gt;5. My manning up in a situation with a certain person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to Virginia with my cousin and her husband last month. more like the end of last month, so it was really about 3 weeks ago. We stayed in a cabin on a farm and it was quite beautiful, I often wondered if I would stroll across my Mr. Darcy, but alas, the lands were barren. I did have some fun driving through hay fields, animal watching, tree cutting, river tubing, river rapid tumbling, cow herding (by foot and for fun), fishing, and seeing fireflies for the first time ever. I didn't quite enjoy seeing a live animal shot...that was a first, but farmers say groundhogs are pests so what're ya gonna do? I wasn't gonna take a bullet for the little guy. Besides that, I got some really excellent nature shots - and by "shots" I mean photography. Also, coming back from Lakeland, I now have adopted another parakeet. Good ol' Nugget, Lucy's long lost love. Yay for my brood getting bigger. We're actually a "flock" now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFIeWGGpkSI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Q6e--G48uj8/s1600-h/DSCN0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFIeWGGpkSI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Q6e--G48uj8/s320/DSCN0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211261083765543202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Before I'd left, I'd met up with a producer/author who grabbed me on board as an intern. I was to work occasionally on production stuff and work more full time on helping her publicize her novel. Thats some pretty cool stuff, cause they're things I could really learn from. Although not too keen on the whole publicity thing, I suppose those are valid things for me to learn, for whenever I publish my stuff. Anyway, in the last few weeks, I've been put on hold for the publicity stuff cause the real publicist got all territorial. Now I'm "on call" for any production stuff from the production company. Cool thing is, that last week I got to be a production assistant on a show and I got to see how they do the taping, etc. Also been helping out with some casting for a new show. Although they asked me if I wanted to audition, I modestly declined. It would've been cool to have given it a go, but alas, my Spanish is not quite fluent enough and I already know I'm not what they're looking for. Anyway, so thats that, currently just doing this internship, and still pondering what I'm going to do about a real job. Although offered to go back to the agency several times, that is my very last option, just because I want to focus as best as I can on the task at hand. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do I mean by "imagination going wazoo?" Well, first things first, I've started to seriously write again. Got the brain juices going, started two screenplays, mainly concentrating on one now...but hey, the wheels are turning.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they also say that if you dream in color, you have a vivid imagination. Well what do they say about dreaming in color, and having dreams so realistic they seem to be out of some freaky action movie? Last week was the week of awesomely crazy dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Having to move in with Orlando Bloom because Quentin Tarantino mandated it. Something about a movie and it'd be easier if we all lived in a building owned by QT. Whoo hoo for me right? What a score, Orlando Bloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I had a crazy zombie dream. There was an apocalypse, and my shotgun, good ol' Ruthie, was not being very good. For some reason unbeknownst to me, she was not working. I told myself, "crap, she's not shooting her shells and I have all this gun powder, so it means I'm going to have to make my own shotgun shells!" Luckily there was some sort of military General nearby that could help me with my shells! He did more than that alright. He got Ruthie in tip top shape. After I realized I could shoot, I tried to defend myself against a little girl zombie. I clearly remember this zombie; she was about 5 years old, had blonde hair, and a little old school looking blue dress. I shot her twice in the head; one in the forehead, the other on the temple. The little brat didn't die! Just kept coming for me. As she got close, I used the end of my gun and swung at her head and yet the little asshole didn't collapse. After that, I'm not sure what happened. Is it weird that in every zombie dream I've had, I always fail at killing the zombie - they're always impossible to kill. Is my subconscious trying to tell me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, this is the craziest dream of them all. So, for those familiar with Law and Order: SVU, you'd know Olivia Benson. In my dream she had a daughter that was kidnapped by this nasty old dude. I, for some reason, was helping her bring down this old guy, and once we finally caught him we began to transport him and take him into custody. All of a sudden, the car we were in was full with my family members, very similar to the way we traveled in Peru on our last trip - 10 people in a Land Cruiser, including babies. Anywhoo, so we're traveling along in a highway that is traffic jammed to the extreme, and of course we're also trying to take this guy into custody. We look out the window and see what all the jam was about, two cars....one on each side of the median. One was an old VW Golf and the other a white Ford and they were both ON FIRE and you could see the crispy people inside that didn't make it out. It was truly a disturbing sight as you could still see the people burning and moving inside the cars. We decide to pull over and see if there is anything Nick, my doctor bro-in law, can do to help. Stupid Hippocratic oath! I remember thinking, "I really really don't want to see the burning bodies." So, once the drama of the burning bodies passed, we all hopped back into the car and decided to take everyone to see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Forbidden Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;. As you may have read in a previous post, I saw that movie and liked it. Anyway, we go to the theater, kidnapper in tow, to watch this movie, and I start to get upset because the whole movie was backwards and wrong. I kept saying "this isn't the movie! This isn't what I saw!" I got so upset, I left the theater and began to roam the Boston-looking streets. The last thing I remember from this dream is looking up at the sky and thinking, "what a beautiful day, the sky is so blue and clear."&lt;br /&gt;The end. Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are some of the crazy dreams I've had lately, sorry they were so ultimately long, but I gotta tell it like it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This is the part where I include my GLMM for this month. Sorry guys, I have someone in mind, but I'm not quite sure I want to pick him. I need to get back to you guys on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. About my manning up in a situation with a certain someone. Recently, as I had blogged about in a post called "Clarity comes full circle." This certain someone has broken the ice and attempted to make a connection with me again. There were half-assed excuses and apologies thrown out and I was surprisingly strong and nicely detached. Lets just say, why should I be so forgiven, when I've been treated like a piece of garbage that you can throw away and pick back up as pleased? FOK THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its almost 4 am, I'm taking a possible trip to the Seaquarium tomorrow, and I have run out of fuel. Farewell and remind me that I also owe you a few movie reviews along with that GLMM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-7209103539034662533?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7209103539034662533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=7209103539034662533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7209103539034662533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7209103539034662533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreams-come-true.html' title='Dreams come true!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SFIeWGGpkSI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Q6e--G48uj8/s72-c/DSCN0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-7341392942992983904</id><published>2008-06-07T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:10:06.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last hour of...</title><content type='html'>06-07-08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will you see this date. A rare moment indeed. Just like last year was 07-07-07. These precious moments must be recorded for all time's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...I truly do have more to write, but I'm brainfarting so much right now that I couldn't even tell you where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blorg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-7341392942992983904?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7341392942992983904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=7341392942992983904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7341392942992983904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7341392942992983904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-hour-of.html' title='The last hour of...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2991438457857597318</id><published>2008-06-04T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:53:30.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That time is upon us...</title><content type='html'>Re-evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get way too discouraged, depressed, downtrodden, what have you. I guess I'm being positive, but again, I feel pigeon holed. I'm not going to feel "balanced" until I come to terms with myself I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some serious thinking to do. Or maybe I just need to believe in myself a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at the midway point of the year. Crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;Got some good rants too...but I'll save those for another day, when my thoughts are in gear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2991438457857597318?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2991438457857597318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2991438457857597318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2991438457857597318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2991438457857597318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-time-is-upon-us.html' title='That time is upon us...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5959743697741808870</id><published>2008-05-15T02:24:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:04.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This mind is my prison.</title><content type='html'>I have about seven different thoughts highwaying through my mind. I probably have this many, if not more, on a daily basis, right before I go to bed. Yeah, that seems about accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this means? INSOMNIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get to sleep at a reasonable hour! Its been like this since my return from Peru. Today doesn't count, I had a coffee about 3 hours ago, and I'm still burning the fuel on that. &lt;br /&gt;The amount of thoughts swirling and what I'm doing about it cannot seem to come to some equivalence. IT DRIVES ME CRAZY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, let me run by some of these thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Iron Man for a second time the other night. No, I did not sneak in, yes I paid, and I was actually not alone. All I have to say is that it was so much better the second time, and I'm absolutely in love with Robert Downey Jr. Is that weird? I think not. So, while on this RDJ kick, I will name him my GLMM for the month of May. (Fear not Downey haters, I still owe you April's GLMM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ood &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ooking &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;an of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;onth - May:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvplPyMFoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/T3Q6L0qovJA/s1600-h/tn2_robert_downey_jr_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvplPyMFoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/T3Q6L0qovJA/s320/tn2_robert_downey_jr_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200507020830840450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome as hell in Iron Man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvpvPyMFpI/AAAAAAAAAms/gtThhx19KY8/s1600-h/iron_man_movie_image_robert_downey_jr12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvpvPyMFpI/AAAAAAAAAms/gtThhx19KY8/s320/iron_man_movie_image_robert_downey_jr12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200507192629532306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvp0fyMFqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Y2dBTHJ1Xms/s1600-h/Esquire+March+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvp0fyMFqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Y2dBTHJ1Xms/s320/Esquire+March+2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200507282823845538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDJ dressed up as a black man in Tropic Thunder. How can you not love that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvqE_yMFrI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bg_DW3NNfPM/s1600-h/downey-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvqE_yMFrI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bg_DW3NNfPM/s320/downey-black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200507566291687090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes. I guess with that, I'll give you the GLMM for last April. Its way belated, but better than nothing. This next man needs a bit of an explanation as to why I chose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I FINALLY saw &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;, the 2005 film starring Keira Knightley. Anyway, little did I know I was totally going to love this movie! Really well acted and it made me fall completely head over heels for Mr. Darcy! The actor, Matthew Macfadyen, is good looking, but I'm talking about the character of Mr. Darcy in general. Please take the time to watch this movie. It's a very feel good movie with great acting. The best part about the acting is that you can see the characters evolve right before your eyes and the actors did such a good job at making it so subtle. In the end, you're hopelessly swooning over Mr. Darcy and looking forward to taking walks at 5 o' clock in the morning, just to see if the love of your life is strolling through the fog on his way to tell you he loves you. SWOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvspPyMFsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_BSTp5zWuhc/s1600-h/prideandprejudice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvspPyMFsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_BSTp5zWuhc/s320/prideandprejudice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200510388085200578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting, Mr. Darcy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvuY_yMFuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/lHIUwiHIy7I/s1600-h/pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvuY_yMFuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/lHIUwiHIy7I/s320/pride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200512307935581922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvs5_yMFtI/AAAAAAAAAnM/23VfVRFPgzk/s1600-h/macfadyen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvs5_yMFtI/AAAAAAAAAnM/23VfVRFPgzk/s320/macfadyen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200510675848009426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvu2fyMFvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/AY3dfUQG6IE/s1600-h/pride-and-prejudice-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvu2fyMFvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/AY3dfUQG6IE/s320/pride-and-prejudice-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200512814741722866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this swooning is finally making me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have a few more movies to rant a little about. I fiiiinally was able to sit through &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;. After two attempts to watch it on my computer I gave up completely for lack of attention span. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I popped in the DVD and again began to feel that restlessness. The movie is a good little film, it just takes a bit of patience to get into it. The biggest problem is the beginning of the movie. It tries to scream "I'M AN INDIE FLICK" ever so loudly in the very beginning, simply by filling it with hipster mumbo jumbo. Shit like "Yo Yo Yiggady Yo." and "honest to blog?!"  One: Nobody answers the phone like that and if they do, they need to be punched in the gut. Two: People don't talk like that and if they do, then they need to be punched in the face. So, once the hipster talk pill is swallowed, it turns into an engaging movie that leaves you smiling and wondering at the end. And another thing, I love Ellen Page. She's an uber talented young actress. Have you seen &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/span&gt;? Great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvxoPyMFwI/AAAAAAAAAnk/yjG7BJxBwjM/s1600-h/juno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvxoPyMFwI/AAAAAAAAAnk/yjG7BJxBwjM/s320/juno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200515868463470338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charlie Bartlett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvyHvyMFxI/AAAAAAAAAns/xQaB3eaavI4/s1600-h/charliebartlett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvyHvyMFxI/AAAAAAAAAns/xQaB3eaavI4/s320/charliebartlett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200516409629349650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed this flick. Could it be because I'm on my RDJ high? Maybe. But truly, it had a nice little message and it delivered it quickly. I think it came out in theaters and went fairly way under the radar, which is a shame, because the acting isn't too bad and its your different type of typical high school movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, other thoughts running through my head:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have an internship which I'm looking forward to learning a lot from. More to come later.&lt;br /&gt;2. My ex CEO keeps inviting me to come back to the agency. Even if its for a day, a week, or whenever I have free time. Whats the catch Ig? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm ready for my final peepee stop and then a nap, although I don't feel tired. Goodnight and thank you for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; curing my insomnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5959743697741808870?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5959743697741808870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5959743697741808870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5959743697741808870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5959743697741808870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-mind-is-my-prison.html' title='This mind is my prison.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCvplPyMFoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/T3Q6L0qovJA/s72-c/tn2_robert_downey_jr_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5951228857905586596</id><published>2008-05-07T17:25:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:06.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the forbidden kingdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iron man'/><title type='text'>This just in!</title><content type='html'>GO SEE &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IRON MAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI1BpJ9OaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/rP3fqi_v6cI/s1600-h/ironmanmovieposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI1BpJ9OaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/rP3fqi_v6cI/s320/ironmanmovieposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197775222282729890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hype a movie up, but this is truly a film that lives up to that hype. Never have I come out of a superhero movie smiling as much as I did out of this one. Perhaps it is because it was a part of my double wami movie adventure? What do I mean by that you say? Simply put, I paid to see one movie and then snuck into the other one. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie I saw today was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Forbidden Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;, which I had been itching to see for a while now. Two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jet Li and Jackie Chan showdown. (Never really cared too much for it before, but admit it, you want to see that) I would say that Jet Li was the better fighter, but Jackie was the better actor. &lt;br /&gt;2. I wanted to see if Michael Angarano was any good at Kung-fu...or at least acting like he is. Of course, because of movie magic, he kicked some ass as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCIubJJ9OXI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4N1HabNe8pM/s1600-h/kingdomposter1-(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCIubJJ9OXI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4N1HabNe8pM/s320/kingdomposter1-(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197767963787999602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know who Michael Angarano is, he's the "poor man's Shia LaBeouf." (As Brian likes to call him) Which is true, he looks a lot like Shia and their acting is kind of similar too. That whole "misplaced kid with the funny quips." I'd say I like Angarano more, and if it were up to me, dare I say he is also the better looking one out of the two. Shia is just annoying. See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCIvhpJ9OYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vqOqk6kYLZY/s1600-h/MichaelAngarano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCIvhpJ9OYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vqOqk6kYLZY/s320/MichaelAngarano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197769174968777090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I strongly recommend this movie too. The fight scenes were pretty kick ass, the action was good, the plot was typically Chinese, and it was an overall fun movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after The Forbidden Kingdom, and coincidentally starting right next to the theater I was in, was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;. I played with the idea of sneaking into the movie, but there was a Muvico technician right in the hallway. After a brief break in the bathroom to blow my nose, I decided to strut by the theater again and see if the tech was still there. If he was, I had decided that I would walk straight through to the back exit to the parking lot. If he wasn't, I'd go into the theater. LUCKILY, he was kneeling down behind the door and all I could see was his backside. I made my move and ninja snuck by him straight into the theater. Success! (Don't judge me, I need these little adventures in life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. Iron Man was AWESOME! Words cannot express how thrilled I was when I left the theater...and how thrilled I was throughout the movie. Now, I'm not a HUGE Marvel follower, but I am a fan at heart, and I can say that there were some good nods. My most favorite was the Terrance Howard nodding to the War Machine suit. See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI0uZJ9OZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ijj_AWzqEB4/s1600-h/ironman-warmachine01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI0uZJ9OZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ijj_AWzqEB4/s320/ironman-warmachine01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197774891570248082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where the above picture came from and I don't think its from the movie, but I'm sure its been modified. &lt;br /&gt;If only Terrance Howard looked this good in a suit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI1jZJ9ObI/AAAAAAAAAlc/IYkbTPivDp0/s1600-h/war_machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI1jZJ9ObI/AAAAAAAAAlc/IYkbTPivDp0/s320/war_machine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197775802103314866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cosplayers you totally rock my world of comedy! A round of applause for a good attempt at making a costume. Its really not that badly made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here are some more Iron Man snapshots. I really love the design of the suit. The CG was uberly well done too. I would say that it was on par with Transformers, but it wasn't full of itself. Unlike Transformers, it did not take every opportunity to rub itself in the faces of the audience. Instead it complemented the futuristic-like technology and was blended in very well throughout the film. So much so, that you feel like you barely see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI245J9OcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1VQipT7RyHc/s1600-h/ironman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI245J9OcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1VQipT7RyHc/s320/ironman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197777270982130114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI3LZJ9OdI/AAAAAAAAAls/cYLnbO1Ut2g/s1600-h/IronManFlying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI3LZJ9OdI/AAAAAAAAAls/cYLnbO1Ut2g/s320/IronManFlying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197777588809710034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I also just state two more things:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm so glad Robert Downey Jr. made a comeback. He's hilarious in this movie and his line deliveries are spot on! He's also pretty hilarious in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jeff Bridge's jaw is HUMONGOUS! It seriously needs its own zip code. Not to mention that he is bald and sports a gray beard in this movie...making his jaw the only thing I could see whenever he was on screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so while I'm on this movie rant, last night I finally watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3:10 to Yuma&lt;/span&gt; and it too was a superb film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI43ZJ9OeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RsOQxVKIkTY/s1600-h/3-10_to_yuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI43ZJ9OeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RsOQxVKIkTY/s320/3-10_to_yuma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197779444235581922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell Crowe was stupendous and CB never fails to make me applaud. Both performances were truly well acted. The music and sound was also really good and there were some unexpected faces throughout the film that made me happy. I would say, most importantly, that Ben Foster was amazing. People have said that he steals the show in this movie, which I don't really agree with (that award goes to Russell Crowe), BUT Ben Foster was surely memorable. Remember when he played the little nerdy kid Tucker on Disney's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fast Forward&lt;/span&gt;? I do. Then he disappeared for a while and came back as the grungy asshole supporting character that dies a horrible death. Like in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Punisher, 30 Days of Night&lt;/span&gt;, and now &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yuma&lt;/span&gt;. Fine, and I'll credit him as a Marvel character now - remember, he was Angel in the abomination also known as X-men 3: The Last Stand. Bravo to Ben Foster, for moving up in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI6spJ9OfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/9fn9s2RdyCA/s1600-h/benfoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI6spJ9OfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/9fn9s2RdyCA/s320/benfoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197781458575243762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another film I finally saw was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt;. This is one I'd been wanting to see for some time now and I finally purchased it in Peru. I was happily surprised with this one as well. Ian McKellen does the voice for the polar bear and throughout the whole movie I couldn't pinpoint why it sounded so familiar. I think it was better to watch it not knowing it was him, sorry if I ruined this for anyone. Anyway, that guy is EVERYWHERE. Did you know he was also the narrator in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt;? Okay, so good movie, can't wait for the continuation and Nicole Kidman is looking really old. Especially those crazy lines around her jaws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI8EJJ9OgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Jo2GP05s7YM/s1600-h/goldencompass-posterfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI8EJJ9OgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Jo2GP05s7YM/s320/goldencompass-posterfinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197782961813797378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely I'm going to kill you with an overload of movie reviews. Three more, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;The next one I recently saw was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt;. Its been over a year that I've been wanting to see this movie. I missed it in theaters and I didn't really want to pay to buy it or rent it. Anyway, I finally saw it and let me just say, I LOOOOVED it! Truly much better than Cloverfield in my opinion. They're two different films, but when it comes to a monster attacking a city I liked the Host monster so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI84JJ9OhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QJdNwyVBIzQ/s1600-h/thehost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI84JJ9OhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QJdNwyVBIzQ/s320/thehost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197783855166994962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I don't want this post to get any longer, I'll clump the next two films together. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Skinwalkers &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dragon Wars&lt;/span&gt;. Both movies starring Jason Behr. It seems that anything this guy touches after the famed show Roswell, turns to doo doo. Unfortunately, both Skinwalkers and D-War movies were painfully awful! I will say that I was more entertained by D-War, but thats only because I like the big dragon fight at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI-DZJ9OiI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1XZc9sQI10w/s1600-h/skinwalkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI-DZJ9OiI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1XZc9sQI10w/s320/skinwalkers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197785147952151074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI-Q5J9OjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/LYBlhs-5bn0/s1600-h/DragonWars-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI-Q5J9OjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/LYBlhs-5bn0/s320/DragonWars-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197785379880385074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that was a really long post. And I still haven't put up this month and last month's GLMMs. Sorry, I'll get to it! I should really start blogging again. I don't know why I've gotten so lazy, it truly is the ultimate therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5951228857905586596?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5951228857905586596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5951228857905586596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5951228857905586596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5951228857905586596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-just-in.html' title='This just in!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/SCI1BpJ9OaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/rP3fqi_v6cI/s72-c/ironmanmovieposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1614298741146732702</id><published>2008-04-30T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:58:42.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my birthday...</title><content type='html'>Whoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last hour of the last day in April 2008, I wanted to do a brief recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Peru this morning, after a grueling 5 hour over night flight with whining babies. No sleep, uncomfortable seating, and the occasional stomach pains. Alas, finally made it back here, much to my demise. I really didn't want to come back. Had a good time in Lima and had an awesome time with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no head right now, so I will write briefly. The time is upon me again, where I must settle and find a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you a GLMM for this month, which I will unfortunately clump in next month's as I have a few choices, but have not been able to pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! To bed I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. I'm another year older and another year with the feeling of lacking satisfaction. But thats kind of a lie, cause I did a lot last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1614298741146732702?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1614298741146732702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1614298741146732702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1614298741146732702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1614298741146732702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-my-birthday.html' title='Its my birthday...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2941074028779401068</id><published>2008-04-17T04:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:57:51.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much going on...</title><content type='html'>Yet not enough that I want to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy, lately I've been so uber relaxed and stress free that I'm probably jinxing myself for saying this shit. So relaxed even, that I haven't felt like ranting! Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of like I've had this wash of "I don't care" wash over me, and I've told myself "all in good time" enough times to really believe it. I go to Peru today, and I haven't fully packed yet! I'm not worrying about finding a job until after Peru, and even then, I'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gave me this kick in the nuts you ask? Well, Monday I stopped by my old agency to say "Hello" and ran into the CEO, who seemed way happy to see me. We talked about my trip to China and my upcoming trip to Peru, and then he asked me when I was coming back. After a pause of uncertainty to which "coming back" he meant, I asked "from Lima?" to which he answered, "no, here to the agency." Har har har, an awkward chuckle and then a displacement of "Uhh, I'm probably going back to school." What I should've said was "put me in the creative department, pay me real money, and you've got your man." Which I probably could have done. Then a friend of mine working there, was talking to him, and apparently he told her that I was good and how I always meant business and always got to the point. Really? I always felt so lost when I was there...but alas, you know what this gives me? A boost of confidence? Yes. Confirmation that I am a valuable commodity? YES! And that is why I am not freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing...new revelations about the aforementioned "friend" from the past entry of "Clarity comes full circle" has led me to the light. I've wiped this unhealthy person from my life...and I DON'T CARE! Whoo hoo! Its so liberating. I won't get into the details, but it just feels good to not be the only person dealing with this craziness. &lt;br /&gt;Although many peoples have told me this and that and telling me "we told you so about this friend" you know what? Step off! I had to figure it out on my own and I think thats what makes it feel a gillion times better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a terribly sad note, I made two good friends in some Spaniards that moved to Florida a few months back and tonight was their farewell party, as they too left the agency and are headed to another job in New York. Tonight was the last day I saw them and it truly fills me with sadness. I think I've always made better friends with dudes than with dudettes, and these are two dudes I'm very truly going to miss. Alas, I can always visit them in New York...but really, I haven't even visited Ajani! (Which I really don't know why I never went...Sorry Aja!) I'll just plan a super trip and visit everyone I know in NY all in one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I should probably be sleep, but the excitement of the upcoming trip has me all in a tizzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this massive list of GLMMs for this month, but I reeeeeally don't feel like scavenging around for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now. I'll be taking my laptop to Peru so I can update from there. w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2941074028779401068?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2941074028779401068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2941074028779401068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2941074028779401068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2941074028779401068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-much-going-on.html' title='Too much going on...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-87938893704542292</id><published>2008-03-30T23:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:07.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you haunt me...</title><content type='html'>stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tension in my shoulders and neck is absolutely ridiculous. Its almost reached a new high. So much so, that I've been grinding my teeth whenever I sleep again and I wake up with pain in my jaws. The daily migraines are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand...I don't even have anything to be stressed about. Maybe thats why I'm so stressed. I'm starting to fall into this anti-social disgust for the world attitude again. Ugh, I really shouldn't but alas, here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some interesting bird pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BxYCUl_gI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dgDs0G-sYvg/s1600-h/47ce754fd204703_animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BxYCUl_gI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dgDs0G-sYvg/s320/47ce754fd204703_animal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183767828857486850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BxlyUl_hI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rVETdrtylvc/s1600-h/baldbabyparrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BxlyUl_hI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rVETdrtylvc/s320/baldbabyparrot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183768065080688146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BxuSUl_iI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-hwzm4kaIOo/s1600-h/evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BxuSUl_iI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-hwzm4kaIOo/s320/evil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183768211109576226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_ByPCUl_jI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eAmeK4ZdrGM/s1600-h/newnecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_ByPCUl_jI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eAmeK4ZdrGM/s320/newnecklace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183768773750292018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_ByYSUl_kI/AAAAAAAAAkc/X0rwRJs5OC4/s1600-h/keeptrying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_ByYSUl_kI/AAAAAAAAAkc/X0rwRJs5OC4/s320/keeptrying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183768932664081986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BzsiUl_lI/AAAAAAAAAkk/HpThxcZ9mo0/s1600-h/47ce755272c92104_animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BzsiUl_lI/AAAAAAAAAkk/HpThxcZ9mo0/s320/47ce755272c92104_animal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183770380068060754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_B0WiUl_mI/AAAAAAAAAks/B0Lx7fgddMM/s1600-h/wherewegoin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_B0WiUl_mI/AAAAAAAAAks/B0Lx7fgddMM/s320/wherewegoin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183771101622566498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_B1YyUl_nI/AAAAAAAAAk0/PdYkhUMyaXs/s1600-h/teacupducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_B1YyUl_nI/AAAAAAAAAk0/PdYkhUMyaXs/s320/teacupducks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183772239788899954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-87938893704542292?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/87938893704542292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=87938893704542292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/87938893704542292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/87938893704542292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-you-haunt-me.html' title='Why do you haunt me...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R_BxYCUl_gI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dgDs0G-sYvg/s72-c/47ce754fd204703_animal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1470429249979003396</id><published>2008-03-27T09:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:07.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarity comes full circle.</title><content type='html'>You know when you just KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not have a life epiphany, but I got some clarity on a certain "friendship" I'd been pondering for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself, "why do I put so much effort into friendships?" As a "Year of the Rat," it says that I "seldom make lasting friendships." This has proven true for quite some time now. Well, its not totally accurate as I've kept some good friends around over the years. You guys shall remain nameless, but you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd been someone I was friends with for quite some time, but this was someone that was VERY good at making you feel like shit. Even if something wasn't your fault, they'd pound you with an all around feeling of "I'm the victim, so now you feel like shit too." I don't know that I've ever met someone so emotional manipulative. Its weird how you're put into those situations, and although people tell you to move on and not give a crap...its hard for me. I don't know why, it just is. I find myself pondering as to why I care so much, and perhaps its karmatic nature or fear of confrontation. Whatever the case, I should probably not care so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person and I left our last conversation on good terms. I disappeared for a while (more like I went to China and came back feeling awesome) and when I returned, although we stayed in touch through the internet...the online conversations were different. Very down to business-like. Since its the internet and things could be read incorrectly, I'd maintained an open mind that maybe it was just me. Well, my clarity came full circle yesterday when I saw this person. Knowing someone pretty well and knowing how they act with friends vs. people they're mad at it was pretty obvious that there was some personal feelings against me. Why? What'd I do? Who'd I kill? What did I steal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much been MIA for some time now, that there'd be no reason to act as such. But alas, I'm glad this friendship ran its course and all was revealed in due time. I don't understand things...but I really don't care. I guess I care in the sense that words cannot express the rage I have inside for people like this. People with either low self esteem, pent up frustration, extreme jealousy, or just weird ass anger issues. Why make life more complicated? Why waste energies...such as the energies I'm wasting ranting about this? Why not grow up? Especially if you're 30 years old. What's wrong with you? Are you clinically depressed? Its those kinds of people that frustrate me and make me want to punch someone. I guess I don't see things so black and white, and I don't blacklist people that easily. Whatever the case, thank you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"friend"&lt;/span&gt; for letting me know where we stand, thus kicking my ass to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I'm considering going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out the local facilities at the community college, and I'm considering perhaps returning to get my AS in Graphic Design. It'd be like a 2 year portfolio school, but way more affordable. They have the latest programs and it seems like they work hard to allow you to have a good portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campus is a bit further than I'd like, and I'd be driving a half hour both ways, but I'm actually strongly considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-uwgCUl_eI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kO98s20micw/s1600-h/210-506-furryfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-uwgCUl_eI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kO98s20micw/s320/210-506-furryfriend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182429860645436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to use the term "cute" again, but it really is too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-uxQSUl_fI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mTHpB8hMmzw/s1600-h/fatwombat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-uxQSUl_fI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mTHpB8hMmzw/s320/fatwombat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182430689574125042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know wombats smiled, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1470429249979003396?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1470429249979003396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1470429249979003396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1470429249979003396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1470429249979003396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/03/clarity-comes-full-circle.html' title='Clarity comes full circle.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-uwgCUl_eI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kO98s20micw/s72-c/210-506-furryfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-177288689085222216</id><published>2008-03-23T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:07.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once makes you an asshole....</title><content type='html'>Twice warrants an ass kicking with my crossbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my neighbors has:&lt;br /&gt;A) Something against Chinese people&lt;br /&gt;B) Anger towards not finding a parking spot close enough to their house&lt;br /&gt;C) Jealousy towards other people having more cars than they&lt;br /&gt;D) A possible affiliation with the KKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or:&lt;br /&gt;1. They are a low class non-educated bunch of stupid high school kids&lt;br /&gt;2. Bums living in a van and getting arrested for breaking and entering into a house&lt;br /&gt;3. Hooligans...and not the soccer (I'm sorry, fútbol) kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of these, or perhaps all are true. Whatever the case, they did it again. They keyed ALL of my family's cars AGAIN. There was an incident back in October, and although it made my blood boil, I had gotten past it. This time they keyed my parent's new Mazda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story goes like this. There is a FREE parking lot across the street from my house that people park in when they have too many cars on their driveway. Due to Easter, I had moved my car to the lot, for ONE NIGHT, so my sister would have the driveway to park closer to the house, in consideration of her babies. I think my mom did as well.  I haven't parked my car over there since the October incident. Yesterday, my cousin, who's car was a victim back in October as well, cause we watching it for her while she went back to Peru, was also keyed AGAIN. And she only came to celebrate Easter with us. All we know is that she was here from noon to 6 pm, so it had to happen within that time frame. Who the fuck goes on a keying spree on Easter Sunday afternoon when its fucking raining outside? WHO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to file another police report today, which sucks cause they can't do shit. Anyway, my neighbors, who's car I also noticed scratched, had all 3 of their cars scratched as well. And two were parked in their driveway! WHAT THE FUCK?! Here's another interesting fact....they're Middle Eastern. All the other cars in the lot, and there were 5 more, were not even touched! Sooo, somebody's a damn racist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it, why target the Chinese people and not the Japanese people that park both their cars in the lot and ZERO in their driveway. Unless its them... &lt;shifty eyes&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the thing that pisses me off, is that whoever is doing it, is going to keep doing it as long as we keep parking over there. And me not parking over there is bowing down to their vandalism. And I want to keep parking over there just to slap them in the face and tell them that I don't give a shit. But I do give a shit, and I might just stake out the place in my car one day. I'll park there and wait with my damn shotgun till that person comes by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my neighbor's daughters says its these bad kids from the high school...but I jog almost daily round these parts and I NEVER see kids in the neighborhood. So, it has to be someone that lives on our block. Someone that is looking to get their face smashed in. And mind you, I'll fucking do it and teach these people respect. I daresay, they better NOT do it while my car is parked on my actual drive way...cause Caro's gonna go a huntin' if that happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you racist hooligans. If only you were this cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-fQ1yUl_dI/AAAAAAAAAjg/B4DP-ff1Q20/s1600-h/03_hooligans6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-fQ1yUl_dI/AAAAAAAAAjg/B4DP-ff1Q20/s320/03_hooligans6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181339518772837842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-177288689085222216?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/177288689085222216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=177288689085222216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/177288689085222216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/177288689085222216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-makes-you-asshole.html' title='Once makes you an asshole....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-fQ1yUl_dI/AAAAAAAAAjg/B4DP-ff1Q20/s72-c/03_hooligans6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1640148666745396101</id><published>2008-03-20T13:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:08.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A blast from the past...and other things.</title><content type='html'>I dug out the old PSX from the garage. Perhaps because of my last rant about the xbox, or perhaps out of sheer boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing a saved game of Dino Crisis 2 from many years ago and finished it. Then when Beeto came this weekend, we played it again and beat it like 2 more times. All because we wanted to see Regina in her nudie pics. The final panel where you get to see your score has the main characters in their natural habitat, and all though she's not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reeeally&lt;/span&gt; nudie, she's in her summer clothes while the wind blows on the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, aside from the Dino Crisis revival, I also started playing Tenchu 1 and 2. Ah the good times. Those games came out nearly 10 years ago and I still remember the trailers ever so clearly. Anyway, I've been wasting time doing that, and having a good time at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, let me change the topic to those movie reviews I promised last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shoot 'Em Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K0VCUl_ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/_wFk8gkMnfk/s1600-h/shoot_em_up_movie_poster_onesheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K0VCUl_ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/_wFk8gkMnfk/s320/shoot_em_up_movie_poster_onesheet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179900794922990994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie pleasantly surprised me. I mean, I knew it must've kicked some ass since its got Clive Owen in it...but it more than kicked ass. Its what The Transporter could've been had it not taken itself so seriously. This movie was made cartoony on purpose. And the characters were made to be quite reminiscent of Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd. The best part about it is that it is an action movie that knows its an action movie. Every stunt is ridiculous and every gun fight is so far fetched you'll be laughing along with the cast and crew when they were filming it. Its probably the best action movie I've seen in a long time. If you're in the mood for something good and ridiculous, watch it, you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K3RSUl_aI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SVnc3AMAZgw/s1600-h/stardustposterfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K3RSUl_aI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SVnc3AMAZgw/s320/stardustposterfinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179904029033364898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, FINALLY a feel good movie worth watching like 3 times in one week. This movie was excellent...beyond excellent, its up there with the classics. It is often compared to the greatness of Princess Bride, and I don't think they are wrong to compare it. I would say it has that same feel of adventure and fairy tale-like action as Princess Bride. Its sad that such a movie didn't do so well in the box office because of poor marketing. Kind of like Bridge to Terabithia. Everyone is so consumed with CG action movies or horror movies, that we forget about the good family friendly films out there. Stardust is a cute little movie, well casted and well acted (Except for Michelle Pfeiffer's waning British accent). I have not talked to one person that did not like it and want to own it in some way. Truly a movie worth watching. So go ahead, waste those 2 hours, this one you surely won't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, two movies that I didn't regret renting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doomsday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K5RCUl_bI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yRu9TgKvCYE/s1600-h/doomsday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K5RCUl_bI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yRu9TgKvCYE/s320/doomsday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179906223761653170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K5YiUl_cI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U1WxBEikR7o/s1600-h/doomsday-poster-3-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K5YiUl_cI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U1WxBEikR7o/s320/doomsday-poster-3-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179906352610672066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no complaints about this new flick. It was the perfect mix of action, gore, loud music, and annoying villains. I had my reservations about this new Neil Marshall, seeing as how it seemed to take a bit of a different road than his past films, but I wasn't disappointed. The marketing makes you think that its going to have zombies and that shit, but thats far from it, its just a virus that kills people. It kills them and they stay dead. Its kind of a simple survival tale, but the explosions are cool and the fight scenes are likeable - despite the shaky cam effect. I guess you can say its a balanced mix between Mad Max, Resident Evil 2, 28 Days Later, and perhaps Alien. Well, no zombies and aliens in this one, but the characters , locations, and some plot devices seem to echo from these past films.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be pretty excited for the DVD...as I'd probably buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks, I'm off to the bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1640148666745396101?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1640148666745396101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1640148666745396101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1640148666745396101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1640148666745396101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/03/blast-from-pastand-other-things.html' title='A blast from the past...and other things.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R-K0VCUl_ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/_wFk8gkMnfk/s72-c/shoot_em_up_movie_poster_onesheet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1601359875154103765</id><published>2008-03-13T23:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:09.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse you XBox!</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I'm starting off with a rant, then getting to the other stuff. You're probably asking why I'm damning Xbox to hell in my title. A little bit of history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2005 when I was the Activision rep, I got an Xbox to use for the duration of my job. The purpose of this was so I could play the games ahead of time and also use it whenever I held tournaments. What is the first thing I do when I plug the damn thing in? I get the ugly little red ring flashing back at me. So, after talking to the 1-800 number, I call my boss and tell her I need a new one. Big "DOH" cause I had already set up my first tournament and did not have a console to use. Luckily I have generous friends that provided me with their own for the first event. Anyway, craping out on me like that...whether it be shipping error or just an old system: Strike One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my internship, I had to send back my box. By this time, my brother in law had gotten a 360, so he decided to give me his old system. Mind you, he'd had this system for many many years now...since they first came out and it worked fine. The only mishap was that the on/off button no longer worked, so he had plug it and unplug it straight from the wall. Which worked fine for him. Once he gave me this system, I would say I barely used it. I started to play my Activision games, sort of to just catch up on them and as I got along in one of my games, ugly red ring starts flashing at me again. Just my luck, the fuse had burnt out or something. I don't get it, Nick used it for so long with no problems, and the first month I had it, it already bugged out on me. Strike Two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, once I graduated, I'd given up having an Xbox. I mean, what was the point right? So my friend Russell moves to Japan to teach English for 3 years, and I jokingly asked for his system since he was going away. To which he responds, "Okay, you can "borrow" it for 3 years." Which basically means he was handing it over cause by the time he comes back the the console is pretty much obsolete. I take the damn thing, move to Tampa, play and beat one game, and then it sits in my living room for the rest of the year. Once my stint in Tampa ended, I moved back home. In my boredom, I rekindled my relationship with the old box and we played Need for Speed for a while. As I began customizing my cars and all that nonsense, one day, the console decides it doesn't want to turn on. Once again, the ugly red ring mocks me! Strike THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. It's not like I was throwing the damn things against the wall or anything. I used to do that with my modem in Tampa...but never anything else. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm cured from ever wanting an Xbox, and although a 360 was quite tempting, I find out that my brother in law's 360 burned out a few days ago. I know he didn't use it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much;I've seen him use the PS3 more than the 360. You tell me who the culprit is. Microsoft, sometimes you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my  new topic. The other day I typed "surrogate" onto Google images. Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oHwTt8VZI/AAAAAAAAAig/alJhRrPwnGw/s1600-h/SurrogateMom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oHwTt8VZI/AAAAAAAAAig/alJhRrPwnGw/s320/SurrogateMom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177459248123893138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oH5Dt8VaI/AAAAAAAAAio/97yU2Z-_0hY/s1600-h/SurrogateMom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oH5Dt8VaI/AAAAAAAAAio/97yU2Z-_0hY/s320/SurrogateMom1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177459398447748514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way TOO CUTE!!! The mother tiger had lost her cubs and her health started declining from a deep depression. The only surrogate babies they could find in time were piglets, so they put fake tiger coats on them to see if mama would respond. And she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oIsDt8VbI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BSirCZApLKg/s1600-h/35Surrogate_(for_the_Northern_Hairynosed_Wombat).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oIsDt8VbI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BSirCZApLKg/s320/35Surrogate_(for_the_Northern_Hairynosed_Wombat).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177460274621076914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I normally don't use the eff word when I'm blogging, but what the fuck is that?! They're baby wombats cozied away in their plastic reject monster from Labyrinth mama's backside. Isn't that thing gross?! I got the goosebumps when I first saved the picture and just now looking at it again. Here's a frontal view, which doesn't make it any cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oJJjt8VcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/b9zigBg3-MY/s1600-h/surrogate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oJJjt8VcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/b9zigBg3-MY/s320/surrogate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177460781427217858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. I was going to review two movies and add another GLMM for this month, but my shoulders hurt from sitting at the computer. I guess my Xbox rant was too long. I shall review tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft, sometimes you still suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1601359875154103765?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1601359875154103765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1601359875154103765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1601359875154103765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1601359875154103765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/03/curse-you-xbox.html' title='Curse you XBox!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R9oHwTt8VZI/AAAAAAAAAig/alJhRrPwnGw/s72-c/SurrogateMom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3169309414139854762</id><published>2008-03-05T00:40:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:11.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At last...</title><content type='html'>So, you may have been checking my blog to see if I have posted anything about my trip to China. Well, as you've noticed, no, I have not. It has not been out of laziness, not completely, but also the fact that after week back, I'm still on a bit of a China high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also add the fact that there was 2 days of sleeping to adjust to jetlag, and then 4 days of laying in bed recovering from the super flu and jetlag.&lt;br /&gt;My throat still bugs me, and my lungs are still tight...but I have made an 89% recovery. Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I tell you about China? Only that it was AMAZING! And also that I took over 1,500 photos. I wrote down everything I did...I also made some points I noticed about the country...but now is simply not the moment to share them. When you're not in the frame of mind...you're just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll post worth posting is one of my favorite pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R8404ammqdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/v0WHJQ5E8rE/s1600-h/DSC01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R8404ammqdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/v0WHJQ5E8rE/s320/DSC01880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174131165713836498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, mine and Cuti's new brainchild. In special honor of being in the land of Kung Fu, we had to change our usual jumps to bad ass ones. There are many many others that came out totally awesome, but alas, I will leave you with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyway...lots to blog about otherwise. In honor of my China trip, this month's GLWM and GLMM will be Asian people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. In my Far East kick, I decided to finally watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Curse of the Golden Flower&lt;/span&gt; as I had copied it from Beeto way long ago, but only done so with the English dub and not the original language. Silly me! So watching it dubbed was always a turn off. Surprisingly, it was pretty good dubbed. So much so that I got a little chocked up in some of the emotional scenes. Chocked up you ask? I have to say - brief movie review time - this is probably the first Chinese movie I've watched in which the actors have all had a more genuine emotion in their acting. The emotions were so full of energy and were portrayed so well. I mean, even with English dubbed I was touched by just their facial expressions!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really liked the plot of this one. Kept me on the edge of my seat and my mother asked me why I kept yelling at the tv. Like most of these Chinese movies, it had crazy plot twists and murder plots. I don't know how they do it, but there is always some crazy twist where you think someone is at a disadvantage and you're saying "oooh they're gonna get it" but then that person is a step ahead, or so they think...and then someone else is another step ahead. Ah, Chinese people are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R847lKmmqeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tCuv4IrEMwM/s1600-h/Curse-of-the-Golden-Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R847lKmmqeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tCuv4IrEMwM/s320/Curse-of-the-Golden-Flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174138531582749154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had others in mind for my Good Lookings for this month, but as I said, to pay tribute to my China high...my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GLWM&lt;/span&gt; is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R849oKmmqfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/8g7aofoRv8I/s1600-h/li_gong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R849oKmmqfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/8g7aofoRv8I/s320/li_gong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174140782145612274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Gong or Americanly known as Gong Li.&lt;br /&gt;Although she's 40 something, she sure knows how to look good! Plus, you can also see her in Curse with her way too big boobs practically falling out of her China dress. That's my one complaint with that movie. Why are all the women's breasts falling out?! Anyway, more pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R84-PqmmqgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zi1oMjBzKxI/s1600-h/curseflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R84-PqmmqgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zi1oMjBzKxI/s320/curseflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174141460750445058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R84-XammqhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WYlH5y7J1BY/s1600-h/ligong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R84-XammqhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WYlH5y7J1BY/s320/ligong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174141593894431250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R84-oKmmqiI/AAAAAAAAAho/EoW5xvmWO-Q/s1600-h/memoirs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R84-oKmmqiI/AAAAAAAAAho/EoW5xvmWO-Q/s320/memoirs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174141881657240098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this photo you may or may not recognize from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt;, which I shant even get started on how they cast an all Chinese cast to play Japanese women and to speak in English. But alas...that is a whole other rant and the movie itself was not half bad. Regardless, she still looked pretty hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Now for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GLMM&lt;/span&gt;. This young chap is also from Curse. (Was I lazy with this month's goodlookers or what?) This is Jay Chou...better known as uber celebrity singer in China, but Curse was his 3rd movie role and I found his facial expressions to be endearing. Lemme just say...there is no such thing as good looking dudes in China. At least not where I could see. They got better when we got to Hong Kong. Jay Chou is Taiwanese, so maybe their genetic makeup was the lucky side of the gene pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R84_16mmqjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/95uSVK6nfUY/s1600-h/JayChouCurse+OfTheGoldenFlower_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R84_16mmqjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/95uSVK6nfUY/s320/JayChouCurse+OfTheGoldenFlower_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174143217392069170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even got an action figure made out of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85AjKmmqkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TLFzEWUl0Eo/s1600-h/jaytoycotgfqe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85AjKmmqkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TLFzEWUl0Eo/s320/jaytoycotgfqe4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174143994781149762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85BCammqlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fX0ghd3RTiI/s1600-h/curse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85BCammqlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fX0ghd3RTiI/s320/curse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174144531652061778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this one is of him normal, which was the cover of one of his albums or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85BUammqmI/AAAAAAAAAiI/259qG6btybQ/s1600-h/Jay-chou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85BUammqmI/AAAAAAAAAiI/259qG6btybQ/s320/Jay-chou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174144840889707106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad looking little guy right? He's no Kaneshiro Takeshi (also half Taiwanese), but he has my respect. I guess the only weird thing about this dude...watching some of his videos on youtube, he can do the crazy high pitched Peking Opera voice, which freaks me out a bit. But good on ya for that extra skill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========New Topic=============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely new note. As stated in my previews, I'm rather excited about the upcoming Doomsday movie. Its been a while since I've had my fill of silly action movie. And this one doesn't look too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these clips on &lt;a href="http://www.filmstalker.co.uk/archives/2008/02/doomsday_hardcore_clips_online.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanted to rant about was this Rhona Mitra chick, who seems to do nothing but cheesy sci-fi flicks. Anyhow, when I first saw her, I was like, "Who is this Kate Beckinsale wannabe?!" Only to then find out that she will star in the new Underworld Prequel that is coming out next year. Not as KB's character, but as Viktor's daughter, whom is the reason Viktor turned KB into a vampire anyway. I would say, good choice of casting on that, cause they sure do look alike. See for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85Da6mmqnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8VVml6Q8L4g/s1600-h/lookalikes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85Da6mmqnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8VVml6Q8L4g/s320/lookalikes1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174147151582112370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85DiKmmqoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EbMndS9sn00/s1600-h/lookalikes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R85DiKmmqoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EbMndS9sn00/s320/lookalikes2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174147276136163970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rather uncanny eh? And kinda silly that I found them in almost the same poses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Marissa confirmed with me via imdb that Christian Bale has been cast as John Connor in the upcoming Terminator 4 movie. Crazy huh?! Go CB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that...I'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3169309414139854762?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3169309414139854762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3169309414139854762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3169309414139854762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3169309414139854762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-last.html' title='At last...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R8404ammqdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/v0WHJQ5E8rE/s72-c/DSC01880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-946251542798318481</id><published>2008-02-14T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:04:41.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And more...</title><content type='html'>I just can't seem to leave you with enough trailers. Here are a few more in addition to the ones I put up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Street Kings&lt;/span&gt; - First things: Chris Evans and secondly: Keanu is looking preeeetty hot in this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx7AJP-rWf8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx7AJP-rWf8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Wall E&lt;/span&gt; - Its about time Pixar came out with a cute character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UblUO0LjPUg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UblUO0LjPUg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Red Cliff&lt;/span&gt; - A little too Dynasty Warriors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFi4Uz5oojg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFi4Uz5oojg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. In Bruges&lt;/span&gt; - I don't know why, but I want to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uUE0x5VCeFg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uUE0x5VCeFg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. My Blueberry Nights&lt;/span&gt; - Pretty good cast and seemingly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GiGliUUflyI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GiGliUUflyI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing these movies. Big line up...loads of reviews to come I guess. I'm sure there are other movies out there that I'd probably want to watch. Being that its been the beginning of the year, the movie drought has really taken a toll on me and I desperately need to watch a good movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more trailers for your perusal. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.themoviebox.net/trailers/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to finish packing for CHIIIIIINA!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be able to write again, but I do hope you wish me the best of luck. Look forward to some excellent entries! Excited? Eh? Eh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the stuff I'm going to see! (@_@ ) ( @_@)&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-946251542798318481?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/946251542798318481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=946251542798318481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/946251542798318481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/946251542798318481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-more.html' title='And more...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4807110169445760531</id><published>2008-02-13T22:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:30:36.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And while I'm gone...</title><content type='html'>Movies to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'll be back by the time any of these air...but I'll leave you with some goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was going to post them by release dates, but I will be posting alot, so I reeeeally don't feel like organizing them! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Diary of the Dead &lt;/span&gt;- Let's see what Romero does this time. All I know is it better be better than Land of the Dead, and Big Daddy better be in this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MdqNr0gN4Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MdqNr0gN4Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Forbidden Kingdom &lt;/span&gt;- Oh Jet Li, I thought you retired? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGXwVjd-x9E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGXwVjd-x9E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanted&lt;/span&gt; - I'd only see it for you Morgan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7ftozVc3lI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7ftozVc3lI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hellboy II&lt;/span&gt; - Admit it, the first one was entertaining. Mr. Del Toro, this one looks very Pan's Labyrinth-ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NfIT6CFQXg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NfIT6CFQXg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Never Back Down&lt;/span&gt; - I know, I know, what am I thinking! But how can you deny all of the Ñooooos!!! Plus, its supposed to take place in Orlando, FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGdJAhRj54Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGdJAhRj54Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Indiana Jones 4&lt;/span&gt; - This, I purely put up for Marissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjtnhrm054Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjtnhrm054Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Doomsday&lt;/span&gt; - Ah, I was in the mood for a cheesy action movie. Plus the Kate Beckinsale look-a-like is pretty hott too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/feELmdZUrTs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/feELmdZUrTs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Iron Man&lt;/span&gt; - I can't believe its Robert Downey Jr. but Iron Man looks pretty bad ass in an uber CG way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhgzIM-9lfA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhgzIM-9lfA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Superhero Movie&lt;/span&gt; - Oh Drake Bell, you're the only reason I'd watch this. Pretty  much a carbon copy of Spiderman, but at least its from the guys that do the Scary Movie parodies and not the Epic/Date Movie ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlRuC-eVmu4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlRuC-eVmu4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. The Other Boleyn Girl &lt;/span&gt;- This looks pretty good. Natalie looks like she plays a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/axCxSAohKlA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/axCxSAohKlA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've overloaded you with many potentially bad movies that are coming out, (let us not forget - bad, but super entertaining)let me put up two bad ass looking movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. 10,000 BC&lt;/span&gt; - Camilla Belle is extremely gorgeous in this trailer. Who knew she'd get a chance at a movie like this after doing "When a Stranger Calls?" Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iw7ow4AmPc8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iw7ow4AmPc8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but certainly never least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; - No words can contain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkT1wdRePco&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkT1wdRePco&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Heath, why'd you sell out like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand, that's all I got for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4807110169445760531?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4807110169445760531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4807110169445760531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4807110169445760531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4807110169445760531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-while-im-gone.html' title='And while I&apos;m gone...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5217493281934758111</id><published>2008-02-12T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:14.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang...I owe alot.</title><content type='html'>It sure has been a while. Everything has been kind of a big blur, so I don't have any focus on what I'm writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I completely ignored last month and did not post a GLMM. I am sorry for this. I will post TWO this month! Well, one GLMM and one GLWM. Yes! I will include women as well! Let's get this out of the way, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies first. GLWM for the month of February will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hje0NNnjI/AAAAAAAAAfo/j_TNaXxzIJk/s1600-h/dianelane1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hje0NNnjI/AAAAAAAAAfo/j_TNaXxzIJk/s320/dianelane1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166160366120312370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane Lane! HOT.&lt;br /&gt;There is not denying it this woman is beautiful! Anyone who has seen Unfaithful will confirm this woman's sexiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HkpUNNnkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/lMdMa_LSqV8/s1600-h/unfaithful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HkpUNNnkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/lMdMa_LSqV8/s320/unfaithful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166161646020566594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she's the one character in the movie we love to hate, she plays the role so well. Bravo Mrs. Lane. Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;And one more picture to oogle at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hk60NNnlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/o5-7IdyUic8/s1600-h/diane-lane-picture-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hk60NNnlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/o5-7IdyUic8/s320/diane-lane-picture-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166161946668277330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too hot for TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...this month's GLMM of the month is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMA Fighter - Jason Chambers!&lt;br /&gt;This is an uber Ñoooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hln0NNnmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_gAqYQolOtw/s1600-h/jason1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hln0NNnmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_gAqYQolOtw/s320/jason1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166162719762390626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have most recently seen him kicking ass in the History Channel's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human Weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny this one as well...he is quite nice to look at eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HmK0NNnnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ImURSURUs50/s1600-h/humanweapon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HmK0NNnnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ImURSURUs50/s320/humanweapon3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166163321057812082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HmXUNNnoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8KgVfAUltws/s1600-h/jason2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HmXUNNnoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8KgVfAUltws/s320/jason2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166163535806176898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the chiseled features..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I said there would be two GL's this month...but alas, I cannot resist, I must add another GLWM, whom I have a serious crush on.&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know her from 300...and then not many of you may know her as the new Sarah Connor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Lena Headey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HnsENNnpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/NH_gS6TjQq8/s1600-h/300hotness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HnsENNnpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/NH_gS6TjQq8/s320/300hotness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166164991800090258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hn1kNNnqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qMMiV5JLk24/s1600-h/terminatorchroniclesposter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hn1kNNnqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qMMiV5JLk24/s320/terminatorchroniclesposter3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166165155008847522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HoO0NNnrI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ia40Ss6qG5Q/s1600-h/LenaHeadey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HoO0NNnrI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ia40Ss6qG5Q/s320/LenaHeadey1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166165588800544434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Ho0UNNnsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w6nmKR22p-g/s1600-h/headey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Ho0UNNnsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w6nmKR22p-g/s320/headey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166166233045638850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========Change of Subject==============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so enough ranting about hot people, but on the subject of Terminator. It is rumored that Christian Bale will be a part of the 4th upcoming Terminator movie. It better be good. And on another Terminator note...here is a random Googled image...quite disturbing, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HqLENNntI/AAAAAAAAAg4/VuTY7lqx0Q0/s1600-h/whatareyoudoingrobot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7HqLENNntI/AAAAAAAAAg4/VuTY7lqx0Q0/s320/whatareyoudoingrobot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166167723399290578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Crazy robots. I mean cybernetic organisms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========Change of Subject==============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? Well, I've been jobless and just putzing around for the last Week and a half. Its been a nice break, and I've been mentally preparing myself for my trip to the Motherland. China that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving on Friday morn and its going to be awesome. More to come later...as I cannot really express how I feel at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========Change of Subject==============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, watch my current favorite song. &lt;br /&gt;Apologize by One Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Timbaland version, the one that made them skyrocket. As Marissa would say, that Timbaland...smart. Targeting the white folk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHfyDxy8i5o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHfyDxy8i5o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more awesome video to share: I promise you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_VuIgOVWx4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_VuIgOVWx4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I am out of words. I will write before I leave for China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5217493281934758111?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5217493281934758111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5217493281934758111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5217493281934758111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5217493281934758111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/02/dangi-owe-alot.html' title='Dang...I owe alot.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R7Hje0NNnjI/AAAAAAAAAfo/j_TNaXxzIJk/s72-c/dianelane1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6735429567545791962</id><published>2008-01-30T00:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:35:25.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally resigned...</title><content type='html'>I don't want to say "I Quit" because I'm not a quitter. &lt;br /&gt;For the 3rd time, I finally resigned from my current job. My bossman was apparent "shocked" and shat himself. I don't understand why. Yeah, I had sounded very interested in taking the copywriting job, and continuing to work at the agency...but I had also said that I'd stay till the end of this month, then think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total miscommunication, he thought I was going to stay till I left for China. Weeeell...not so. I haven't even STARTED to plan my trip and its in 2 weeks!!! I need to do shit man and the weekends just don't cut it. So, alas, although I feel bad for the bomb that was dropped on him (although I still don't understand why it was such a bomb), this is my life, and I warned him enough times that I was leaving. Seriously...I gave like a month's notice....then I gave an extended 3 week's notice. Um. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6735429567545791962?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6735429567545791962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6735429567545791962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6735429567545791962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6735429567545791962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-finally-resigned.html' title='I finally resigned...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4741114842069014396</id><published>2008-01-27T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:46:35.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Rant</title><content type='html'>I actually have nothing to rant about. I had this big plan to do this nice post with entertaining stuff, including all the things I mentioned in my previous post, but alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my home computer, and not my laptop, so I do not have some things readily available. Perhaps I will update in more detail tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having all these panic attacks about work. At least this weekend has been restless. Its technically my "last week," and the boss lady is back. She makes me a tad nervous, cause she makes me feel like I may have screwed up somewhere in the "process" while she was away. Why shoudl I care? I really really don't know. I don't want to fuck up...but I feel like I've done my very best in all I can do. Alas, maybe I should stop having heart attacks, as it is not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling nostalgic again. I've been having the feeling of a black hole opening  up and sucking me into another dimension again. I haven't felt that way since @$$iom. This past week has been particularly difficult. Just a bunch of bad aura flying around...really bums me out. Its hard to go day to day with that kind of feeling. Then boss lady gets back and makes me feel 2 inches tall in a matter of 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note. I went in to show the CEO some final art stuff for him to approve, and he asked me (for the second time) to stay with the agency. Basically, it goes like this "I would be really happy if you considered staying with us, and I would be willing to meet what you need economically as long as you stay." When I mentioned I don't want to do accounts, he goes, "I don't care what you choose to do, whether accounts or creative, I want you to stay because I want to work with talented people and no matter what department you're in, I know you'll produce good things. If I were you, I would try copywriting/creative and see if you like it. If you don't, you can always switch back to accounts." GLEE. I was pretty happy with that comment. I guess it confirms my thoughts that I'm actually worth something now. I'm a person with "experience." Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things floating through my head, so much I want to do. So many creative options I want to explore. But I'm also feeling so burned out that I don't feel like doing any of that. Perhaps after China, I will have a different view...more rested feel for things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, who knows. I seriously just want time to think. I feel like I can't rest and think. I hope after this week...I'll feel a little less stressed. I can't wait till Friday. I honestly can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4741114842069014396?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4741114842069014396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4741114842069014396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4741114842069014396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4741114842069014396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/01/updated-rant.html' title='Updated Rant'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-584703358729802142</id><published>2008-01-23T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:35:59.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>Brad Renfro last week.&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is true that everything comes in 3s, I wonder who will be next. It would have to be a semi obscure actor who has occasional brushes with fame. And he will have to OD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a different note. I would rant about Cloverfield, except I'm not really prepared. I have to see the movie again, as I went to watch it at the Drive in and it was hard to see the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I will save it for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not so scattered brained, I will write about:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cloverfield movie review&lt;br /&gt;2. GLMM for the month of January&lt;br /&gt;3. Endurance training for the Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a bit behind on this, but Bionic contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;5. I have no idea what else, but when it comes to me...it'll be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-584703358729802142?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/584703358729802142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=584703358729802142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/584703358729802142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/584703358729802142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3861583334015874908</id><published>2008-01-18T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:06:13.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Fixation</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite bands has got to be Snow Patrol. Good lyrics, good beats, and excellent vocals. Can't go wrong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, definitely one of my FAVORITE songs of all time is "Chocolate." I love this song because it makes me feel an altogether sense of calm, sadness, jubilation, and nostalgia. Alas, I've been playing the video on youtube, when my ipod hasn't been available and I've come to realize that I'm completely smitten by the lead singer Gary Lightbody. He's not an uber good looking guy...and he probably won't make my GLMM, but there's something about his Irishness that makes me swoon. Its probably his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ot_GyvCjXng&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ot_GyvCjXng&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Lightbody also lends his voice for this excellent song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMLOF2hVJLY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMLOF2hVJLY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3861583334015874908?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3861583334015874908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3861583334015874908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3861583334015874908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3861583334015874908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/01/current-fixation.html' title='Current Fixation'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3668925771002718313</id><published>2008-01-16T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:44:52.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't even tell you....</title><content type='html'>A little bit of history...no ranting, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Christmas vacation, like all normal people, its been "back to work" since Jan. 2, 2008. Well, as for my boss, she wasn't to come to work until Jan. 7...which was the following Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, around Jan. 4th she calls and says "I was out on a trip to the Amazon and my bag with my passport got stolen." Mind you, she's in Venezuela...the land of "no return if you lose your passport." Anyhow...it is now Jan. 15th and she has not returned. It seems like she won't be getting her passport back until the end of NEXT week. &lt;br /&gt;Out of the kindness of my heart...and because I benefit a little, I decided to extend my stay at work till the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must say, my job has been seriously NON STOP since the beginning of January, but to be honest, I've had the best experience since I've been at the agency. I've learned more, I've gotten to work more closely with the CEO, I've been on top of shit and had to step up. And the best part is that it has not gone unrecognized...by my co-workers nor my clients. Its a pretty gratifying feeling really. Now, do I want to keep doing it? No. Haha, but alas, I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letsee...what other thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gross, but I feel like my feet have been suffering from "closed shoes" syndrome, where no matter how much foot powder, how much pumice scrubbing, and how much airing out you try to do...you're feeties just smell! Is that gross? I hope not. But anyway, I feel like this mainly comes from wearing more dressy shoes as it happened to me at @$$iom. This is probably too much info, but I thought I'd voice it in case anyone has any good ideas about how to remove the smell. I do not anticipate this being permanent, but I would like to get rid of it asap. Perhaps bath salts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been heavily using the dr. brandt products, whom is my client. I've been using the "poreless essentials" starter kit since Christmas time and I must say, I have not suffered from any serious break outs...a few blemishes here and there, but overall, not bad. One thing I have noticed is that my face is UBER soft and it just feels so moisturized. Another reason for the good skin is that I've been using their product called "water boosters" which is a medicine dropper full of pomegranate flavored anti-oxidants. One dropper full is equal to like 15 servings of daily anti-oxidants. So, I've been taking that for a few weeks now, and I must say, I notice the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the word "graphite." I'm talking to Beeto about leads right now and the term came up. Its a cool word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, its been a while since I've had time to read, and although I should probably just go to sleep, I don't think I could bring myself to getting more than 6 hours of sleep. I will say, once Thursday is over, I will be so relieved, I'll probably sleep through the weekend! Thursday is D Day...everything for 2 of my major clients is due on that day...and you cannot appreciate when I tell you that its about damn time these projects came to an end!!! I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece. (Misspelling intentional)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3668925771002718313?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3668925771002718313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3668925771002718313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3668925771002718313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3668925771002718313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-even-tell-you.html' title='I can&apos;t even tell you....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6703668621262199500</id><published>2008-01-12T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:01:48.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A story.</title><content type='html'>What can I tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving back home to Cooper today, I started thinking about growing up. Perhaps it was the "Seniors06" bumper sticker I saw on the car in front of me to entice this train of thought. I thought about how old I was after I graduated, how much I had experienced since then, and how much I had grown and changed since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought..."Holy shit, I don't remember being 19!" What did I do at that age?? I truly have no recollection. I was trying to calculate how old these girls in the car infront of me might be, when I went through various ages, "21, 20, 18" then I realized, dang, I forgot that at one point, we are 19 too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does time go? Where does our mind go? It amazes me how much my brain evolves. I can almost step out and look down on my history lucidly...and frankly...I'm astounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ranting now. I'm going to go bond with the fam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6703668621262199500?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6703668621262199500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6703668621262199500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6703668621262199500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6703668621262199500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/01/story.html' title='A story.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1716311552758787976</id><published>2008-01-04T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:14.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well fuck you very much....</title><content type='html'>My lungs probably look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R33iRVHDecI/AAAAAAAAAfY/zoX-v510kkk/s1600-h/blacklung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R33iRVHDecI/AAAAAAAAAfY/zoX-v510kkk/s320/blacklung.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151522336134101442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't smoke. Yes I have asthma and if my lungs don't look like that, they sure feel like it. So I had this annoying little cold before Christmas and now that annoying cold has turned into the hassle of my lungs. &lt;br /&gt;I feel tight chested and close lunged. This sucks cause I'm doing that annoying cough where my lungs are just trying to get air. It just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyguay...did I show you guys this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R33jh1HDedI/AAAAAAAAAfg/G1fjxeII-5o/s1600-h/bugatti-veyron-16-4-1600x1200-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R33jh1HDedI/AAAAAAAAAfg/G1fjxeII-5o/s320/bugatti-veyron-16-4-1600x1200-41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151523719113570770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like the Bugatti? Supposedly one of the fastest, if not the fastest, car in the world. Its nice yes?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I could be wrong, but Cairey could probably correct me on that.&lt;br /&gt;Something else Cairey donated to me was this lovely video. At first I was disgusted, but as I played it again to listen to the song, it began to grow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/71-p7HlqpfY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/71-p7HlqpfY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then check out this video that Sunny sent me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hTxGmvUo_0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hTxGmvUo_0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That baby sure has the angry black man look down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo...now would be a good to sleep. It is the only time that my lungs find peace, but apparently I talk in my sleep. Marissa says I was grumbling and calling some girl Jeanie or Janine or Jolene...who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1716311552758787976?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1716311552758787976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1716311552758787976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1716311552758787976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1716311552758787976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-fuck-you-very-much.html' title='Well fuck you very much....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R33iRVHDecI/AAAAAAAAAfY/zoX-v510kkk/s72-c/blacklung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2935660174579098940</id><published>2008-01-01T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:17:41.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heppy New Jear!</title><content type='html'>Before the day ends, I wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that 2007 was a bad year, tumultuous, but not too bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that 2008 will find us a step closer to discovering what life is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2935660174579098940?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2935660174579098940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2935660174579098940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2935660174579098940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2935660174579098940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2008/01/heppy-new-jear.html' title='Heppy New Jear!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4253068614846958820</id><published>2007-12-30T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:15.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot</title><content type='html'>I didn't add this wonderful little photoshop project someone made in my last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad I didn't make this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3g8T1HDebI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mnV_ShwHRX0/s1600-h/prideandpred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3g8T1HDebI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mnV_ShwHRX0/s320/prideandpred.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149932485270010290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I think I could've done a better job on the blending, I do love the little predator by the tree. Oh Keira, if only you would participate in such a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4253068614846958820?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4253068614846958820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4253068614846958820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4253068614846958820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4253068614846958820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3g8T1HDebI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mnV_ShwHRX0/s72-c/prideandpred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-879109052245675882</id><published>2007-12-29T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:17.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new crush...</title><content type='html'>The Predator known as "Wolf" in the new Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XgsFHDeSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/2jfrnIThCVk/s1600-h/predposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XgsFHDeSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/2jfrnIThCVk/s320/predposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149268796858661154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a serious ÑOOOOO!!! Okay, so the Predator creators really went all out for this movie and made this the most equipped and bad ass looking Predator. I know it sounds weird or unhealthy, but who knew that an alien could look so good?! Haha, I might even make him the GLMM number two of this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, check out my pictures, and then I'll review the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XiDlHDeTI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fGv-zpBtxbA/s1600-h/aliens_vs_predator_requiem_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XiDlHDeTI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fGv-zpBtxbA/s320/aliens_vs_predator_requiem_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149270300097214770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek a boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xig1HDeUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0Ub6eZVF1vI/s1600-h/badace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xig1HDeUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0Ub6eZVF1vI/s320/badace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149270802608388418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs of steel I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xi2VHDeVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/KGki2OWJLBk/s1600-h/nooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xi2VHDeVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/KGki2OWJLBk/s320/nooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149271171975575890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xi_lHDeWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/EGBybqDk8xI/s1600-h/avprdr9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xi_lHDeWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/EGBybqDk8xI/s320/avprdr9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149271330889365858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is ÑOOOOOO!! (Pronounced "nyo" guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so now that I've throughly disturbed you. We can talk more about this movie and how not good it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Of course I went into this movie, very well knowing that it would be a B movie with hand-me-down actors from obscure TV shows. Little did I know that they would have awesome lines like "People are dying! We need guns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They never showed off the aliens (Predator included)in full light or in all their glory. There were many cheap up close, shaky camera shots. I hate that, cause I like to see the full action. This in turn makes me a bit sad, as I wanted to witness Wolf kick super ass. Unfortunately, that is not the feeling I got in the end. It felt like every scene they showed the Predator was a build up to him kicking ass, and then they never fully showed him dominate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The action was very moderate. Again, the whole movie felt like a build up to action and then when it came to action time...there really was none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They should've showed up Predalien more. I got the impression that he was just some big asshole with no real purpose. One might argue that he was just trying to reproduce and impregnate, but he was just an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As much of a gore fest, action movie they've tried to make this...it truly had no plot what-so-ever. Its not like I was expecting one, but you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They showed a lot of stuff in the trailer that seems to have been cut out of the actual movie. I can only hope that they make up for it on the DVD. For example, I found this image online, and it was NOT in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XmWlHDeaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rPgVYozYN8A/s1600-h/hitchinaride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XmWlHDeaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rPgVYozYN8A/s320/hitchinaride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149275024561240482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of these issues, I still want to see the DVD and all the goodies they might provide. If they just made a movie where the Predator can kick a ton of ass, I think I would be uber happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, all in all, it was a fun time at the movies and although my sister talked and asked questions through some of it (it drives me crazy!) I think we had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xll1HDeXI/AAAAAAAAAew/z0H7JO0vfwE/s1600-h/wallpaper_03__1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xll1HDeXI/AAAAAAAAAew/z0H7JO0vfwE/s320/wallpaper_03__1280x1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149274187042617714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out my little widget I made of my very own Predalien. Hehe, it kind of sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xl01HDeYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/G6YnNvTFgbM/s1600-h/mypredalien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Xl01HDeYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/G6YnNvTFgbM/s320/mypredalien.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149274444740655490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a pretty cool little sketch I found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XmG1HDeZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8fDoDiMDWBU/s1600-h/predaliensketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XmG1HDeZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8fDoDiMDWBU/s320/predaliensketch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149274753978300818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyguay...I think you guys have had enough. Final analysis: Silly movie = fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-879109052245675882?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/879109052245675882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=879109052245675882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/879109052245675882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/879109052245675882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-crush.html' title='My new crush...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3XgsFHDeSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/2jfrnIThCVk/s72-c/predposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5157424944528959303</id><published>2007-12-26T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:19.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin?</title><content type='html'>This might be the longest I've been absent from blogger. I hope that I was truly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened in the past month that I need to update you all on? Well, I guess here goes with the exciting stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I saw Paris Hilton in the flesh a few weeks back. It seems that Ms. Hilton was in the Miami Beach area celebrating Art Basel or something. Anyhow, my little entourage walked by this department store and we see all these people crammed in front of the doors with cameras and all these flashes going off. So, we decide to walk into the store to check it out and see that its Paris in a little leopard print dress, all skinny, with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, afterwards, we got tired and went to the falafel place two doors down. After waiting 10 years for the stupid cashier to ring me up for my powerade drink, I turn around and see Miss Hilton waltz into the falafel place and stand 2 people behind me in line. Only then do my eyes travel to the smaller (one person per entry) door to see the mass of paparazzi blockade my exit. I think, "oh shit" to myself and had to push through heaving bodies, blinded by flashes. Not cool...&lt;br /&gt;As I put the terror behind me, I told my friend to take a picture of me with the crowd in the back. As I pose, this older British dude in his little accent says, "Honestly love, you ah so much bettah lookin than her. What has she done in her life do deserve this kind of attention?" And then he went on to rave about his disgust for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Celebrity pregnancies!!! What is going on here? Why is having babies at a young age a trend now? Oh Jessica Alba, why ruin your career? Oh Jaime Lynn Spears why destroy all hope for the Spears family? Seriously guys...I don't understand this trend, but I guess if you're rich its easier when you got nannies to do all the work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Reviews!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Am Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Will Smith...I'm so glad that a man his age is in SUCH good shape. It might be almost enough to make him my GLMM this month...but not really enough. As for the movie, I don't want to say it was "AWESOME" cause it really wasn't, but I'll say what I say to all movies that I have a hard time reviewing. "It was entertaining." I think the dog stole the show completely. The one thing the movie does make me think is what I would do if I were in Will's situation. Living alone?! Scared of the night because of vampiric zombies?! Oh what to do?? I guess if you're in the mood for some action or feel like wasting time...go ahead and watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Mo4lHDeLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oJOfQaFFyxI/s1600-h/iamlegend-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Mo4lHDeLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oJOfQaFFyxI/s320/iamlegend-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148503751514093746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MpKlHDeMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4uxEQmbXMQA/s1600-h/i_am_legend_will_smith__1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MpKlHDeMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4uxEQmbXMQA/s320/i_am_legend_will_smith__1_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148504060751739074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the little dog Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this movie...absolutely enjoyable. The fact that its a musical makes it even BETTER! I truly fell in love with Johnny Depp again. I haven't felt this way about him since Edward Scissorhands...yes yes, we all like Jack Sparrow and what not...but c'mon, that character got old! Besides, Johnny SINGS! And a lovely songbird voice he has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the gore in this movie is so ridiculous and so perfect. Its a predictable movie, with not much of a deep plot running for it, but the characters unfold the plot of revenge through song and dance rather nicely. Check it out if you're in a gruesome mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Mrq1HDeNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KpnyBHiRqw0/s1600-h/sweeney-todd-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Mrq1HDeNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KpnyBHiRqw0/s320/sweeney-todd-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148506813825775826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I will rant about the latest Harry Potter movie. Finally borrowed it from Beeto and watched it last night. What can I say...our little children are growing up. I felt like this movie was a bit "in between" where not a whole lot was revealed. I feel like these stories have to be so character driven, and this one wasn't. They revealed some cool characters and stuff, but kind of just avoid going into any detail about them or about how Harry feels. Plus there's this character, "Dolores Umbert" or whatever, and she's a big bitch, and I hate characters like that, cause they make me want to cut my veins from annoyance. All in all though, it was a pretty good addition to the Potter movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have not nominated a GLMM this month!!! My last one, I think was Beowulf. December's man will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ryan Reynolds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a serious ño!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MuWFHDeOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YXK5fEUQHnI/s1600-h/Ryan-Reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MuWFHDeOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YXK5fEUQHnI/s320/Ryan-Reynolds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148509755878373602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no words. I just leave you pictures to oogle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MuglHDePI/AAAAAAAAAdw/I_8tu3eTZD8/s1600-h/2004_blade_trinity_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MuglHDePI/AAAAAAAAAdw/I_8tu3eTZD8/s320/2004_blade_trinity_007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148509936267000050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously dude, put a shirt on! And I don't mean that as an insult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MvXFHDeQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MV_9tSRW-ek/s1600-h/Ryan+Reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MvXFHDeQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MV_9tSRW-ek/s320/Ryan+Reynolds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148510872569870594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MvxlHDeRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LNjwfRC04g4/s1600-h/ryanreynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3MvxlHDeRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LNjwfRC04g4/s320/ryanreynolds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148511327836403986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good. Anyway, I'm out of fuel now. I'll definitely update more often...as this has been like a void in my heart and I am sure you too have missed me. &lt;br /&gt;I'll most likely updated tomorrow...for I will see "Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem" tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but wait! I totally forgot to update you guys on CHIRSTMAS! This year, twas a bit of a sad one...no Cuti, no Lungs, no Cody and Christy. It was a bit of a empty Christmas, but we made the best of it and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Check out my flickr pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/the_wongperson"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5157424944528959303?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5157424944528959303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5157424944528959303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5157424944528959303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5157424944528959303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin?'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R3Mo4lHDeLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oJOfQaFFyxI/s72-c/iamlegend-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5325593642952175385</id><published>2007-12-18T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:00:47.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrm</title><content type='html'>I'm probably due for a long post sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its coming guys...be patient. &lt;br /&gt;A sneak peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris Hilton sighting&lt;br /&gt;2. Quitting again&lt;br /&gt;3. Pregnant celebrity epidemic&lt;br /&gt;4. I Am Legend review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient my grasshoppers...I will update at the end of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5325593642952175385?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5325593642952175385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5325593642952175385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5325593642952175385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5325593642952175385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/12/hrm.html' title='Hrm'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2898158934129236656</id><published>2007-11-25T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:21.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak a Peek and a Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>For starters, lets begin with some exciting news. As you know (or maybe you didn't), the new Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem movie will be in theaters this Christmas. If you saw the abomination of a movie that was Paul Anderson's AVP, you'll remember the little alien/predator hybrid that burst through the dead hero Predator's chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0ml-ivyUHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zr-0E0I70dA/s1600-h/baby_predalien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0ml-ivyUHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zr-0E0I70dA/s320/baby_predalien.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136819343890468978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0m-RSvyUNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PrWeHiykwhE/s1600-h/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026042116189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0m-RSvyUNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PrWeHiykwhE/s320/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026042116189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136846054292082898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PREDALIEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the plot for this movie will be something along the lines of a ship that crash lands on Earth and unleashes a horde of aliens. The one Predator is then sent to clean up the mess...or something like that. I think the ship will be the Predator ship whence the Predalien was born. So perhaps the one Predator was already on the ship or a team of Preds that were already on the ship will fight. Who knows, but as we established last time, Predators are like Ninjas - they work better and kick more ass alone than in teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gorge yourself with more Predalien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0m-qCvyUOI/AAAAAAAAAco/QVtfbLRCoIo/s1600-h/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026024327461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0m-qCvyUOI/AAAAAAAAAco/QVtfbLRCoIo/s320/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026024327461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136846479493845218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks pretty bad-ace with his dreads no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0m-8CvyUPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_G-ZwcTynIQ/s1600-h/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026024326930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0m-8CvyUPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_G-ZwcTynIQ/s320/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026024326930.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136846788731490546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0nA8ivyUQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-kyn2Ydj74A/s1600-h/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026024328164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0nA8ivyUQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-kyn2Ydj74A/s320/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026024328164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136848996344680706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0nBhCvyURI/AAAAAAAAAdA/uMxOMw8zRKg/s1600-h/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026024326227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0nBhCvyURI/AAAAAAAAAdA/uMxOMw8zRKg/s320/aliens-vs-predator-requiem-20071026024326227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136849623409905938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predalien might be my new hero, look at his size! I can only hope for a Predalien vs. Shaq showdown - cause you know that would be kick ass (Kaaazaaaam!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0mo-CvyUMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lGtB7z-f_DE/s1600-h/predalien2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0mo-CvyUMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lGtB7z-f_DE/s320/predalien2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136822633835417794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image bugs me a little. This is very reminiscent of the silly AVP movie, where the alien that just wouldn't die (remember the one with the marks of the net on his head?) stabs the Celtic Predator from behind and kills him with his spear tail. If you study this one closer, it seems the Predator gets an uppercut full of Wolverine claws through the Predalien's head. Perhaps this will be the end of the Predalien? I sure hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thats all I have for the AVP:R movie. As for this past weekend, food, parties, and mansions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do a brief recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at work till late, although I tried very hard not to. Went out to dinner with me friend Mary, and then went back to Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Sports Authority with my mom since there was crazy discounts for employees, and being that my mother is one...TIME TO SHOP. I spent over 100 buckaroos on sports stuff! I can't believe it either. &lt;br /&gt;1. I needed new running sneakers...fer shure.&lt;br /&gt;2. I needed new jogging shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. Along with the sneakers and shorts, I decided to get some jogging tops.&lt;br /&gt;(If I'm going to take this jogging business serious, I have to restock my wardrobe...I can't wait to jog in my shoes, my feet won't hurt!)&lt;br /&gt;4. I found an awesome backpack on sale(as Camita would say "pacpac")&lt;br /&gt;5. Baseball bat for B-ma...twill be part of his X-mas gift, although he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping trip, mom and I came home to rest, and then finally begin our T-day cooking. I made a yummy salad and mom Peruvian style mashed taters. (Taters? What's taters, Precious? - Please tell me you didn't forget about Smeagol)&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm, we up and went to Marissa's for the festivities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food? It was Delicious! It was an ill coordinated dinner, where we made way too much for the amount of people celebrating. Stuffed and loads of leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested for pretty much the whole day, with plans of going out tonight with friends for one's b-day.&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned Mary, picked me up around 11pm or so, where we went to pick up the Bday boy (Carmelo) and others (Ester and Will). We circled back round to the bar/lounge/club Circa 28, and hung around there, drinking and dancing till about 5 am. My dearest friend Ajaaaanaaay (visiting from NY) came along as well, where I think, he had fun amongst the artsy people. &lt;br /&gt;As we left the club, we heavily pushed for a small group of us to go check out Carmelo and Willy's (they have foreign names cause they're Spaniards) mansion stay. The lucky bastards are staying with a friend of the family, who happens to live on Sunset Island in an awesome house overlooking the bay. We hung out there till about 8 am, talking and fixing the world.&lt;br /&gt;As I got home around 8:45, I crashed landed on my bed until about 11:44 am. &lt;br /&gt;Here is where the line between Friday and Saturday blur. I wake up hungover badly and way too weak to be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it back to Marissa's house, where I hung around till about 5. At 5, went back to the beach to meet up with Mary and go to a pre prod meeting of sorts. It was a pretty cool learning experience, where we went out to dinner with the two exec producers. Dinner was good, meeting new people was even better. The night ended around midnight, where Mary and I went back to the beach to pick up my car and let Fermin into the company parking lot. After some hounding from the guys to go out again tonight, I protested as I was in zombie mode, and hopped in my car and headed home. Zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here writing my blog after a well rested night. Today is my aunt and uncle's 40th wedding anniversary, so we're having a big dinner partay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that's been my little vacation weekend. Twas quite a lot of fun, although I'm sure my sneak peek was more exciting than my recap, but there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===Edit===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to post this too. So, back when Transformers came out, there was a mystery trailer for the new J.J. Abrams movie coming out...otherwise nicknamed "Cloverfield." Well, the actual name of the movie is Cloverfield, and there is still a bunch of mystery surrounding the monster that destroys NY. Here is concept art being rumored around the internet of what the monster will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0nEISvyUSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/X9vYZuav_0o/s1600-h/cloverfield-monster-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0nEISvyUSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/X9vYZuav_0o/s320/cloverfield-monster-picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136852496743026978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giant freaking blue whale. Why do I want it so to be this creature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an animated gif. It looks like a giant reptile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/paranoia_king/1195850829105.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/paranoia_king/1195850829105.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2898158934129236656?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2898158934129236656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2898158934129236656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2898158934129236656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2898158934129236656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/11/sneak-peek-and-weekend-recap.html' title='Sneak a Peek and a Weekend Recap'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/R0ml-ivyUHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zr-0E0I70dA/s72-c/baby_predalien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-1792436201019055131</id><published>2007-11-17T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:23.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear ye! Hear ye!</title><content type='html'>Time for Movie Reviews and GLMM!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's excited? Truthfully, I'm reluctantly writing, cause I have no motivation what so ever today. Why do the weekends do this to me? I want to get my shit ready and I want to update my rez and all that, and I just can't seem to get my butt in gear. So much for going to Target or jogging today. But to be honest, I feel kind of sick today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, for today's movie review. Last night I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beowulf&lt;/span&gt; with my Spaniard friends. I wasn't really rooting for this movie, I think because of Angelina. As much I want to dislike her, its true, I can't help but to jump on the bandwagon of finding her quite the foxy lady. Anyhow, the movie turned out to be very entertaining and overall, a decent flick. I enjoyed the CG immensely, although it failed a portraying life like horses. I haven't seen good CG horses...ever. Sometimes the "actors" looked dead-like, but often it would fool me into thinking I was watching real people. I also really liked the way the actual voice actors' likeliness was incorporated into the movie characters. The only one that looked exactly like the actual actor in real life was Angelina...which is bullshit, but okay. Anyway, aside from having really good action, the movie was a bit long. It felt like it had 3 endings...kind of the way you feel at the end of LOTR: Return of the King. Overall opinion: I liked it and will probably purchase the DVD. And now for a picture montage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-lrivyT5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/tTEnD1toXUM/s1600-h/Beowolfposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-lrivyT5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/tTEnD1toXUM/s320/Beowolfposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134004267705847698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-mHSvyT6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/P7axT4Jz_lg/s1600-h/beowulf_ver1_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-mHSvyT6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/P7axT4Jz_lg/s320/beowulf_ver1_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134004744447217570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crispin Glover, they always make you the ugly dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-nLSvyT7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JFuOG9OFZEU/s1600-h/grendel_yucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-nLSvyT7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JFuOG9OFZEU/s320/grendel_yucky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134005912678322098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-szSvyT_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/rUQHx2IZUfE/s1600-h/grendel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-szSvyT_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/rUQHx2IZUfE/s320/grendel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134012097431228402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Angie's boobies/body doesn't reeeeally look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-ojCvyT8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/dUZkjLl4QBA/s1600-h/beowulfangelinajolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-ojCvyT8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/dUZkjLl4QBA/s320/beowulfangelinajolie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134007420211843010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-osSvyT9I/AAAAAAAAAag/JS4QxJy8rK8/s1600-h/jolie_fresh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-osSvyT9I/AAAAAAAAAag/JS4QxJy8rK8/s320/jolie_fresh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134007579125632978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-tICvyUAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JnPI3RV2QQc/s1600-h/beowulf_heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-tICvyUAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JnPI3RV2QQc/s320/beowulf_heels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134012453913513986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those feet with built in heels was kind of overkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? She looks wide in her body suit! Oh to be CG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-sYSvyT-I/AAAAAAAAAao/XhmSnktA1Hw/s1600-h/angelinabew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-sYSvyT-I/AAAAAAAAAao/XhmSnktA1Hw/s320/angelinabew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134011633574760418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I continue to rant about this movie, I will then elect Beowulf (not Ray Winstone - the actor that does his voice) as this month's GLMM - Good Looking Man of the Month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-lGSvyT4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l6xPhetHs7U/s1600-h/beowulf2SCPE2507_468x322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-lGSvyT4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l6xPhetHs7U/s320/beowulf2SCPE2507_468x322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134003627755720578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was probably the most realistic looking character out of all of them...and a damn nice CG character to look at too. ;) Anyhow, Ray Winstone kicked as as his VO...but the character looks almost nothing like the actor (he looked more like Russell Crowe). This is Ray Winstone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-umivyUBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/sVAKDXL8xtc/s1600-h/raywinstoneBIG2507_468x391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-umivyUBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/sVAKDXL8xtc/s320/raywinstoneBIG2507_468x391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134014077411151890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not very Beowulf eh? Anyway, here is another montage of GLMM for oogling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-u5SvyUCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/f1CfcuGBCsw/s1600-h/beowulfinwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-u5SvyUCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/f1CfcuGBCsw/s320/beowulfinwater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134014399533699106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-vhSvyUDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FaDtuIt-nuc/s1600-h/beowulf_messhall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-vhSvyUDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FaDtuIt-nuc/s320/beowulf_messhall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134015086728466482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-v9SvyUEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/dSCDr53LNpo/s1600-h/beowulf_uplose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-v9SvyUEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/dSCDr53LNpo/s320/beowulf_uplose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134015567764803650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-wPivyUFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Dn4jBzZKNWU/s1600-h/beowulf_sailing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-wPivyUFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Dn4jBzZKNWU/s320/beowulf_sailing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134015881297416274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-wiCvyUGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/elYFWckqLlQ/s1600-h/beowulf_angelina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-wiCvyUGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/elYFWckqLlQ/s320/beowulf_angelina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134016199124996194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was image overkill eh? Anyway, its okay to oogle...even if he's fake. Good job on designing a good looking man guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-1792436201019055131?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1792436201019055131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=1792436201019055131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1792436201019055131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/1792436201019055131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/11/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='Hear ye! Hear ye!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rz-lrivyT5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/tTEnD1toXUM/s72-c/Beowolfposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6689264791762214458</id><published>2007-11-13T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:23.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No news....</title><content type='html'>Is good news. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing new on my front, just doing what it is I'm doing and surprisingly keeping it to myself and not ranting about it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just weird, the one time I don't bitch to the world and when I say that I'm staying busy by working and such, everyone kind of flips out and is worried about me. Don't worry guys, I know I'm being played a fool...but I'm working on it. Just let it be and all shall turn out just fine. I probably just need to get my butt in gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself and Bma....there is so much going on, yet nothing at all. If that makes any sense. He's jobbing and stuff and well, I guess its complicated. So...I won't get into the personal details, but its just difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a quick commercial break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RzqAgzKSg4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5UJj_hbW8OM/s1600-h/powerofbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RzqAgzKSg4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5UJj_hbW8OM/s320/powerofbooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132556026319635330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like that when I keep rereading something and not getting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6689264791762214458?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6689264791762214458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6689264791762214458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6689264791762214458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6689264791762214458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-news.html' title='No news....'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RzqAgzKSg4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5UJj_hbW8OM/s72-c/powerofbooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-7924702966469070263</id><published>2007-11-08T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:40:17.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This fucking sucks...</title><content type='html'>Why can't I just be happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-7924702966469070263?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7924702966469070263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=7924702966469070263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7924702966469070263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7924702966469070263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-fucking-sucks.html' title='This fucking sucks...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-4916973122075204748</id><published>2007-11-02T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:01:59.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D.R.E.A.M.</title><content type='html'>My friend Kash 'n Kairey wrote to me today and shared with me her cardinal rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C.R.E.A.M." I had no clue of what perverted sounding rule this was, but when I asked her, she said, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ash &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ules &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;round &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e" to which I know for a fact is not my rule of life. Although cash is truly very important, I choose happiness. But then I say..."what rules me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.R.E.A.M. I'll give you one guess as to what the "D" stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;epression &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ules &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;round &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so true? So, not to complain and I'm not going to rant. All I have to say is that its just not working out. On to the next page in this chapter of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my first rant in a very, very long time. As excited as I was about Halloween, it turned out to be THE shittiest day this week. I was all prepared and set to go. I said to myself, "I will leave work at 6pm, in order to make it in time to go trick or treating with the babies." Mind you, I've been working 15 hour days...and DEFINITELY not being compensated for it. (People, don't be played the fool...negotiate if you have the upper hand...I tell you this, cause I know. I been played a fool). Anyway, its been raining like crazy on and off, cause of that stupid tropical storm, and by 6 it was nice and sunny and breezy. I get stuck doing something at work...and come 7 pm, I'm calling Marissa and asking her to just take a lot of pictures. My coworkers then told me to go and come back, in which I did. As I get on the Key, it starts to fucking pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I get to my sister's in-law's house, they're already done trick or treating and heading back, cause everyone is soaked. Well balls to hell and all that DREAM down the drain. (I have no idea what I just said). Anyway, I hung out for a bit, then went back to work. Got to work round 8:40 and worked till about 12:30am. Point being, I got home at 1 am that night. This is where I draw the line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in other news....I have to scroll through the internet and find this month's "GLMM." Don't forget, I did it last month - "Good Looking Man of the Month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you on that. In the meantime, I'm going to go watch my recorded Heroes and Supernatural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-4916973122075204748?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4916973122075204748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=4916973122075204748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4916973122075204748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/4916973122075204748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/11/dream.html' title='D.R.E.A.M.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5708647897910698813</id><published>2007-10-31T00:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:23.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEPPY HELLOWEEN!!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to be the first to wish you a Happy Halloween! My most favorite holiday! I hope this Tropical Storm whatever doesn't RUIN tonight's trick or treating! This is going to be my first time going with the babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little preview, let me show you the costume that DIDN'T work for me. :( Twas made for a young boy, but I thought I'd buy it anyway and try to fit into it. Alas...that did not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RygN2ML2EzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LYHRtmvryik/s1600-h/DSCN7622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RygN2ML2EzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LYHRtmvryik/s320/DSCN7622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127363400396313394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so it looks like my boobs are sagging and I have major jelly rolls, but the truth is that the costume came with foam built in muscles. If they had a Large size, I would've fit into it, but unfortunately, they only had mediums left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I suppose I should sleep to brave the crazy night tomorrow. Alas, goodnight! More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-5708647897910698813?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5708647897910698813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=5708647897910698813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5708647897910698813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/5708647897910698813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/10/heppy-helloween.html' title='HEPPY HELLOWEEN!!!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RygN2ML2EzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LYHRtmvryik/s72-c/DSCN7622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-137671118499636519</id><published>2007-10-22T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:24.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so brief recap and explanation to my constant internet MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as of last Wednesday I became an "Account Executive" for an ad agency in Miami Beach. Which is good news, cause I was starting to get depressed about not having direction in life. Anyhow, they called me Tuesday night and wanted me in Wednesday morning! Can you imagine? (Whats the catch right?) Well, the only thing is that I would technically only be "hired" till end of December, which is considered a "trial period." Anyway, let me tell YOU something, I know how Cuti is constantly talking about working 14 or 15 hours straight. I totally understand now! Except, I don't seem to be as cranky or tired as she is. Perhaps that will all happen when I take on more responsibility. I can say in my first 3 days, I worked more than 30 hours. (More like  32 hours) And today, was the topper: 12 hours! Yikes. They say this is very common in the Advertising world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the job, I'm struggling to take it all in and learn all of the ad lingo (oh and did I mention I have to learn it in English AND Spanish? - Its effing hard!) I'm seriously trying to step it up, and sometimes I feel like its not enough and I have to do more and more. But, I guess there is only so much a person can learn and do. Its really going to be a hard couple of weeks, but I'll let you know how it goes as time progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In regards to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to revamp my wardrobe again, because all of my "work" clothes is from the @$$iom days, and thats all "business/professional." This one is more "business/trendEE." Which is not bad, because now I have the liberty to look for nicer clothes and not feel bad about owning it. So, I went shopping yesterday and shopped for 5 hours straight! Can you believe it? (Its only a shock to the people that know I dislike shopping) I'm sure sounding alot like Guti aren't I?! Haha, well, lets not get excessive, but I just wanted to find a good set of clothes to be able to wear to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Totally not about work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the breakthrough news of the week: Dumbledore is GAY?! Whaaaaat?! Oh Beeto, see what you're missing out on, now that you're in China? Yes, its true ladies and gents. J.K. Rowling revealed Dumbledore's dark dark past in her last book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Movie Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I went to see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30 Days of Night&lt;/span&gt;, and although it was a very well made vampire movie, I felt somewhat lacking. I think I was more excited about the movie than what it actually offered. Why you ask? Well, I can't quite explain it, but it just seemed to lack that extra "umpf!" to categorize it as either a scary movie or an action movie. Plus, I'm not sure if it was just the story, but I was left craving to learn more about the vampires and why they were there, and how long they were around, etc. So, if you want to jump a bit, or maybe watch a pretty good survival tale (thats it though, just survival, no explanation. This is like the Dawn of the Dead for Vampires) check out this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rx10J5lPJpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FgvJLqFezqA/s1600-h/30daysofnightposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rx10J5lPJpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FgvJLqFezqA/s320/30daysofnightposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124379664442140306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-137671118499636519?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/137671118499636519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=137671118499636519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/137671118499636519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/137671118499636519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rx10J5lPJpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FgvJLqFezqA/s72-c/30daysofnightposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-6244606760673338191</id><published>2007-10-14T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:52:33.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest bird ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1j_fxs8mUcQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1j_fxs8mUcQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the coolest bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/St_Y3p5UnQk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/St_Y3p5UnQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the coolest animal battle ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LU8DDYz68kM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LU8DDYz68kM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-6244606760673338191?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6244606760673338191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=6244606760673338191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6244606760673338191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/6244606760673338191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/10/coolest-bird-ever.html' title='Coolest bird ever!'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-3000727018325510893</id><published>2007-10-12T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:25.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage becomes me...</title><content type='html'>I want to blog about 3 things and 3 things only. Be prepared for a very long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I thought today would be a good day, but little did I know my good mood was quickly RUINED by some asshole with a key! You wanna know why? I'll tell you why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA1EplPJfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xWDfeSq81xs/s1600-h/DSCN7594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA1EplPJfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xWDfeSq81xs/s320/DSCN7594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120651130318038514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY PRECIOUS!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awful is that? Not just my car was victim, but my father's car as well. Well, its not my father's, but his friend's who is now selling it to my aunt. Try explaining &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; to the sheriff. Bad enough, I'm home alone to deal with this shit. So, what happened?! Well, all I know is that I went out to lunch with my aunt today, and as we were leaving, I passed by the front of my car and all hell broke loose. You could tell it was a new scratch too, cause the little black dust was still on it. I rubbed out some of the scratch with my "scratch out" buffer stuff, but unfortunately, the damage is too deep. After I left my aunt's house, I checked all the other cars in the same parking lot and found that the other car had been scratched too. Just those two cars!! And there must've been about 5 more parked in that lot. So why our cars? Why be an asshole like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, people just have no respect now a days. What is the world coming to? This is not the world I want my nieces to grow up in. Down with tyranny! Down with vandals! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so rant number 2. I've taken up to watching all of the Harry Potter movies again, because Beeto lent them to me. I figured it was time to try and get into the series. So, I was going to blog about what I had watched so far, and in order to do that, I wanted to get some pictures of Harry himself, Mr. Daniel Radcliffe. Now, what be my source for all of my pictures? Google Images, of course. But to my poor eyes, I was blinded. Blinded I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA3UplPJgI/AAAAAAAAAYY/cBAPhMMicdg/s1600-h/EquusRadcliffe_468x577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA3UplPJgI/AAAAAAAAAYY/cBAPhMMicdg/s320/EquusRadcliffe_468x577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120653604219201026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA3aJlPJhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pKHFmqWA8SM/s1600-h/daniel-radcliffe-fully-nude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA3aJlPJhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pKHFmqWA8SM/s320/daniel-radcliffe-fully-nude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120653698708481554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Harry! Why'd you have to go and show your willis and doodleberries?!?! And no B-ma, I don't enjoy this picture, how I'm pretty sure you're going to go and accuse me. He's a boy for geebus sake! So, remember those pictures of Harry I posted back in January 2007, from the play &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Equus&lt;/span&gt; that he was starring in? Well, yeah, these are the complete pictures. (Eat your heart out Vanessa Hudgins - this makes me not understand the fuss over the Disney star vs. the Potter poster boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Beeto, I have probably ruined you forever...haven't I? So, to all you Potter fans, I apologize, but this was necessary. What do you think of your golden boy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for rant 3. It's this month's Good Looking Man of the Month! (GLMM?) &lt;br /&gt;And the winner is: Alex O'Loughlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxBBNplPJnI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/pC3DuUewG34/s1600-h/hawtness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxBBNplPJnI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/pC3DuUewG34/s320/hawtness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120664479076394610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably cringing and thinking "who the hell?" Okay, so I stumbled upon this hawtness on CBS's new show "Moonlight." B-ma was raving about this show for forever and its only because Shannyn Sossamon sold out indie and went into mainstream TV. So anyway, after watching the first 3 episodes, I've concluded that the show probably doesn't have much of a future. Not much effort seems to go into the production and in the end, it comes off as a cheesy show with not very good acting. Regardless! The main character grows on you and you can't help but to feel a little bit sorry for him. (Plot: He's a vampire, that decides to repent on his past ways and becomes and PI to help people. He also saved and watches over some chick, which at this point I haven't figured out if he's in love with her or looking after her in a parental way. The chick is the blond girl from Underworld and Tristian + Isolde.) His acting isn't all that great and his fake American accent is actually pretty good. As is the blond girl's (cause she's British or something). I really enjoy his tone of voice for some reason and although his pointy male nipples protrude through his shirts, the tight shirts look goooood. Here's a preview/marketing ploy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYXZp3_DkzU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYXZp3_DkzU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA8gZlPJjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YtYg3mIXY94/s1600-h/moonlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA8gZlPJjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YtYg3mIXY94/s320/moonlight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120659303640802866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to oogle more about O'Loughlin, he's Australian, so that makes him an automatic bona fide hottie. I don't care what you say, Australia has the most beautiful men on this earth. And just so you can oogle some more with me, here are a few more pictures I found. Sadly, Google Images doesn't carry very many pictures of him. (Guess he's not popular enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxBBoplPJoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/P8yFUWuixB4/s1600-h/aol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxBBoplPJoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/P8yFUWuixB4/s320/aol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120664942932862594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA9PJlPJlI/AAAAAAAAAZA/34KZ-28Xtwc/s1600-h/theinvisiblepic14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA9PJlPJlI/AAAAAAAAAZA/34KZ-28Xtwc/s320/theinvisiblepic14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120660106799687250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA9I5lPJkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/K1XF0dx5rfU/s1600-h/theshield-loughlin_as_hiatt-gun_1150836408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA9I5lPJkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/K1XF0dx5rfU/s320/theshield-loughlin_as_hiatt-gun_1150836408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120659999425504834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA9oJlPJmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/odu2Wk9ae_U/s1600-h/shieldoe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA9oJlPJmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/odu2Wk9ae_U/s320/shieldoe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120660536296416866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think the first one and the third one are from the same thing, but I figured you might want to see the whole police costume. Cause, well, there is nothing better than a good looking Australian in a bullet proof vest. Eh eh? Am I right? (Nudge nudge). Overkill right? Okay, I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have in me for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-3000727018325510893?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3000727018325510893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=3000727018325510893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3000727018325510893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/3000727018325510893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/10/rage-becomes-me.html' title='Rage becomes me...'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RxA1EplPJfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xWDfeSq81xs/s72-c/DSCN7594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-7374917107438244291</id><published>2007-10-11T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolut Pervosity</title><content type='html'>No, its not a new vodka advertisement, its the quote that sums up today's beach trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another lovely evening roaming the beach. Found lots of goodies and got some decent pictures too. I also ran into my cousin Van and his wife Stephanie. They offered me their parking space in the beach house that belongs to the police. (They take care of the beach house, cause its their job...must be nice huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw64zJlPJbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TiPFDwtrng4/s1600-h/DSCN7574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw64zJlPJbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TiPFDwtrng4/s320/DSCN7574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120233015251772850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sea-shell graveyard I stumbled upon. You can see all of the dead crabs and opened shells. I wondered if someone had dumped it since they were all clumped together, versus all that stuff washing up on shore. Here's another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw6-UZlPJcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Tbwe4Xa43HE/s1600-h/DSCN7575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw6-UZlPJcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Tbwe4Xa43HE/s320/DSCN7575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120239084040562114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw6_uplPJdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kmJe8GBqwHY/s1600-h/DSCN7578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw6_uplPJdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kmJe8GBqwHY/s320/DSCN7578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120240634523755986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy never stood a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Never ask a bird for directions, they'll just walk in Xs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw7Ak5lPJeI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gWyjcaXvB7w/s1600-h/DSCN7582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw7Ak5lPJeI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gWyjcaXvB7w/s320/DSCN7582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120241566531659234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I headed back to my car, perusing the sand for more interesting shells, I see some old dude out of the corner of my eye walk/jogging up to me. So, I pull out my iPod headphones to see what he wants. First, he asked me if I was a biology major, since he saw that I looked at all the sea stuff with great intent. Then he asked me if I knew what some piece of shell he had in his hand was. I told him I didn't know, but figured it was crab, turns out it was the shell of a pomegranate or something stupid. Then, he proceeds to tell me he is "hitting on me" and asks me what it is I do. After a brief chit chat about my background (yes, I talk about what I do and what I want to do with EVERYBODY, cause you never know who you might meet)there were some more exchange of words as to whether or not I liked what I had studied, etc. and how I had big shoes to fill since I wasn't the first person in my family to go off to college.(The shit I'll blurt out just to be polite, seriously...) Anyhoo, he then shakes me hand and doesn't let go! WTF?! He tells me he is some doctor for some Memorial Hospital in the area and starts to brag about having box seats at the Miami Heat arena because he's a doctor or some bullshit. At which point I'm kind of like...uh-huh. Finally he lets go. I'm supposed to be impressed by box seats or the fact that he's a doctor? NO SIR. 1. I could give a shit about basketball and 2. You're a 40 year old doctor, quit hitting on 20-something year old girls at the beach. Cocky bastard. (No offense Nick). Right, so then he says "I would love to take you out for a drink sometime, may I give you my number?" He gestured to my iPod as if to say "save my number on that thing" and I told him it wasn't a phone and I didn't have a pen on me. Then I also told him "No thanks, I'm seeing someone right now, but thank you anyway." And then he points to the old lady he was sitting with and says that its his girlfriend Janine (I don't know if he was serious or joking, cause she was rather ancient looking) and they had a bet going on as to whether or not I would accept his offer or whether or not I was a biologist or something and that he just lost $100. To which I said "oh I'm sorry." I didn't really understand what he said that made him lose the 100 bucks, but MAYBE he should stop hitting on people at the beach. ESPECIALLY, people wearing headphones. I'm wearing them for a reason guy...its so that everyone around me will LEAVE ME ALONE! I thought that was the point of headphones? Like an automatic "Do Not Disturb" sign. At least it works with the Borders employees. And so was my conversation with Dr. Keith (and don't ask me how I remember his name). The perv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-7374917107438244291?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7374917107438244291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=7374917107438244291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7374917107438244291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/7374917107438244291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/10/absolut-pervosity.html' title='Absolut Pervosity'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/Rw64zJlPJbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TiPFDwtrng4/s72-c/DSCN7574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-909529783588868747</id><published>2007-10-09T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:33:28.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new get-away</title><content type='html'>After dropping my mother off at the airport today for her long vacation to Peru, I decided to not go home and head to the beach instead. It was on the way home anyway and it was an extremely nice day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go more often. Good time for thinking and not thinking all at once, strange discoveries, shell searching, dead animal picture taking, sunbathing (of course), iPod listening, and just plain walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxHMplPJUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5twx_95ORl4/s1600-h/DSCN7488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxHMplPJUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5twx_95ORl4/s320/DSCN7488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119545159059449154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to get a shot of me and the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxIH5lPJVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B_CgElWWJC8/s1600-h/DSCN7493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxIH5lPJVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B_CgElWWJC8/s320/DSCN7493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119546176966698322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Florida, how quickly your mood changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxI2JlPJWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KG8cHOU1cPQ/s1600-h/DSCN7510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxI2JlPJWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KG8cHOU1cPQ/s320/DSCN7510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119546971535648098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Legend. Actually, I'm just waiting for the rain to come. I could see it traveling down the beach from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxJ85lPJXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/K4sSKUX26qA/s1600-h/DSCN7522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxJ85lPJXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/K4sSKUX26qA/s320/DSCN7522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119548187011392882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain came, and I hid in my car. Well, I didn't just want to leave since I had about 30 minutes left in the meter and I knew Florida rain only lasts 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;After the rain, I put a bit more time in my meter (twice actually, The second time I ran back to my car to get my camera) and I roamed the beach some more. 'Twas lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxLEJlPJYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/k_6xkHsY6Fw/s1600-h/DSCN7534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxLEJlPJYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/k_6xkHsY6Fw/s320/DSCN7534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119549411077072258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I ran back to get my camera. Look at that thing! It washed up right before my feet. I thought it was a piece of a loaf of bread. I think its a Spongebob with little clams attached to it. The clams were having fun licking the thing all over. &lt;br /&gt;See my video too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q-3I1z3tmw8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q-3I1z3tmw8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxP5plPJZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yZx7kQ7RCBs/s1600-h/DSCN7537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxP5plPJZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yZx7kQ7RCBs/s320/DSCN7537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119554728246584722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, thats not a boob implant...its an unfortunate jellyfish. Washed up and so close to home, ever so lonely and taunted by the to and fro of the ebbing tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downfall to my trip was when I was leaving, there was a blue crab crossing the semi-busy road. I aimed to go over him and not crush him, and as I got closer, I guess he panicked and started walking faster. Luckily, I went right over him and so did the car behind me. I hope the little guy made it across the street. At least he was headed in the right direction and straight to sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-909529783588868747?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/909529783588868747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=909529783588868747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/909529783588868747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/909529783588868747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-new-get-away.html' title='My new get-away'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl4UbLJ3wok/RwxHMplPJUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5twx_95ORl4/s72-c/DSCN7488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-2943422206217664517</id><published>2007-10-06T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:28:42.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Videos to Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>This is quite hilarious. This is why Predator is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjp0I_okX0w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjp0I_okX0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those that don't get it...ehem, Brian, they're roommates and fighting over the shower. Usually, when you flush the toilet when the shower is on, the water gets either really hot or re)ally cold. Get it now? It loses the comedy if it has to be explained. Some people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rekPApRqJCY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rekPApRqJCY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very well made original production. For a short film, looks like they put a lot of time and professionalism into it. Good job guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjp0I_okX0w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjp0I_okX0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm all fired up about AVP since I watched the trailer for the one coming out in December and I'm all excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to post this. A good mash and blending of both movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4LMxEtsNh8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4LMxEtsNh8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15465136-2943422206217664517?l=thewongperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2943422206217664517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15465136&amp;postID=2943422206217664517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2943422206217664517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15465136/posts/default/2943422206217664517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewongperson.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-videos-to-enjoy.html' title='Fun Videos to Enjoy.'/><author><name>TheWongPerson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWNkR7XNaak/TwnRvi3IzdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BeKmMKK0X6s/s220/Photo0698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15465136.post-5517684740794691188</id><published>2007-10-05T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:40:17.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall/Winter Movie Preview:</title><content type='html'>Yes, ladies and gentlefolk, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; time has come upon us when the film industry starts hitting us hard and heavy with the most anticipated movies of the year. The movies that must be rolled out before the dead air of January sets in. And if a movie that at one point had hype doesn't open within these next 3 months...you'll probably see it at the beginning of next year. So, lets get on with a list (and a few trailers) of Fall/Winter movies that I am highly anticipating and/or dreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie I'm probably waiting for with the eagerness of a child's apple red cheeks in the snow (Cuti is the only one that should get that reference)is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30 Days of Night&lt;/span&gt; ----------&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that its the vampire trend again. I was getting a tad sick of the zombie hype and I like when the topics for action/horror movies rotate and give each other time in the spotlight. For example, kind of mad I missed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Skinwalkers &lt;/span&gt;when it was in theaters, but then again I'm okay with just waiting till it comes out on DVD. (Tip: Natassia Malthe never makes a movie worth seeing in theaters)Regardless, I'm glad that the movie came out this year to shed some more popularity on the werewolf genre.&lt;br /&gt;Back to 30 Days of Night. Vampires GOTTA love them! Little known fact about me: I was a vampire (and werewolf) fan WAAAAAY before I was a zombie and ninja fan. Shock! But its true. (Oh the hours I spent at Barnes and Noble in the Occult section) Okay enough babble. Just watch the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-Lw1cPHPC4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-Lw1cPHPC4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lars and the Real Girl&lt;/span&gt; ----------&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is a quirky (and indie) little film that I've been looking forward to. Lars, played by the talented Ryan Gosling, is an extremely introverted dude that doesn't quite function well in society. Until one day he shows up at his brother's house with his new "girlfriend" that he met online. Little does his family know that the girl is a life size doll he ordered from the internet. (You know, those dolls that are becoming really popular now, they're anatomically correct and everything. Creepy). Lars is under a delusion that his girlfriend is real and brings her to "life" by telling people about her interests, etc. A psychologist tells his family to play along with everything in order to keep Lars' fragile mind from shattering. Or something like that. A better idea is to watch the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P27EIxPRmcY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P27EIxPRmcY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Good Night&lt;/span&gt; ----------&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge fan of Gwyneth Paltrow or Penelope Cruz, but this one sure caught my attention. Directly from imdb.com, here is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the plot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed by his idling relationship and meddling career, Gary (Freeman) takes an interest in the practice of lucid dreaming, with the idea that he can romance the beautiful woman (Cruz) who appears to him while he sleeps. When his live-in girlfriend Dora (Paltrow) grows tired of her beau's new pursuit, she jets off to Italy, allowing Gary to fully immerse himself in his imaginary life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt; ----------&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that LOTR is over, what other fantasy/epics do we have to look forward to come Christmas time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vK6MDIEQjMg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vK6MDIEQjMg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street&lt;/span&gt; -----&lt;br /&gt;Tim Burton + Johnny Depp = Need I say more? &lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to sound like a conformist, but its true. They always make good movies when teamed together. Sweeney Todd gets revenge for his family by cooking people into meat pies AND its a musical! What more do you want?! See for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKd6Is47zYQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKd6Is47zYQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/span&gt; ----------&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I was ranting about action/horror flicks needing to rotate their villains and it seemed like this year was vampires? I was right! This one looks exciting and c'mon, haven't we ALL been waiting for Will Smith to kick butt on the big screen again? I'm a bit conflicted as to whether or not this is just vampires or if they're going to throw in a bit of zombies into the mix. I'm reading different things, but I am familiar with the protagonist's name "Robert Neville" being correlated to vampires. Watch the teaser, its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hX773fMkS90"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hX773fMkS90" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my final movie to be excited about for the end of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem&lt;/span&gt; ----------&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...shitty choice. But really, what's more fun than watching a couple of alien monsters go at it? Besides, Paul Anderson isn't a part of this movie, so perhaps it stands a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJ-VXTaIVrM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJ-VXTaIVrM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta admit. That looks pretty cool. If the first trailer didn't convince you, check out the redbanded trailer...which is loaded with gore and all the stuff we love about Aliens and Predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPC0azsBn5c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPC0azsBn5c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I have bombarded you with my top choices for movies I'm looking forward to. Let's go through a list of movies I keep asking myself "WHY?!" over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saw IV&lt;/span&gt; or 5 or 6 or whatever number Saw this is. Let me just say, the 3rd movie sucked and now that the original Jigsaw is gone, I don't want to see that annoying girl try to school anyone. I was kind of hoping she would just die. Regardless. I know they're trying to market this whole "OooOOh if its Halloween, then it must be Saw" campaign, but really...stop tainting the holiday guys. I think the movies have gone beyond the point of cleverness and are now just getting campy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beowulf&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, it was already done. Well &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beowulf &amp; Grendel&lt;/span&gt; was, and although it wasn't that good, it had Gerard Butler in it. So the movie never made it to the US cause there was no studio to back it up or something and it never got an American release. So now, come Angelina Jolie with her supposed "sexy Mother Grendel" look and wham-o! a similar movie gets the greenlight for America. I guess they needed famous people in order to market it in the US. Anyway, I probably will see it, and it should be on my "favored" list, but honestly, why does Angie gotta ruin it like that. Plus, this movie looks heavy with CG and Beowulf just isn't that kind of story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hitman&lt;/span&gt;. WHY?! First of all, why did they pick Timothy Olyphant. Secondly, the trailer looks pretty crapp
