<?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-1226344665998494801</id><updated>2011-10-09T22:24:21.694-07:00</updated><category term='fail'/><title type='text'>Blogjc</title><subtitle type='html'>A Blog By JC, duh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-328619623283933372</id><published>2010-08-04T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:11:24.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess that didn't work out. right?</title><content type='html'>ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, what exactly is this girl trying to say? why is she mixing spaghetti oh's with dirt? why is SHE PEEING ON THE FLOOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9lmvX00TLY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;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/I9lmvX00TLY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at figuring out what artists are trying to say. It's a curse, really I can never appreciate art to the fullest unless someone tells me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-328619623283933372?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/328619623283933372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=328619623283933372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/328619623283933372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/328619623283933372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-that-didnt-work-out-right.html' title='guess that didn&apos;t work out. right?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-3054873995579933095</id><published>2010-07-07T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:21:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have really conservative parents.</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you how much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just remembered something that now makes me go all like 'wtf were they thinking?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was little my parents brought home a bunch of old cartoon movies in vhs (young ones, google vhs). They were really cheap and lame stories about angels and christ and saints and god and stuff (you guessed it, my parents are god fans). Though there was one video in particular that we weren't allowed to watch. It was a movie called 'If you love me... Show me' and it was about sex (:0 omg &lt;i&gt;i know&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, now I know that they really DID wanted us to watch it, as they never hid it anywhere, it just sat there with all the other movies.  So one day when they left for something I grabbed the tape and played it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a review on some &lt;a href="http://www.marianland.com/ccc007.html"&gt;christian site&lt;/a&gt; (because I can't find the movie ANYWHERE (not even imdb)):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;He was thinking tonight...she was thinking forever... Paul and Jenny are in love, and tonight's the night they prove it. Or so Paul decides as he takes Jenny for a ride to the local lover's lane. They don't know it, but they're in for a wilder ride than they could ever imagine-one that will change their lives forever. "If you LOVE me...SHOW me!" is a rollicking story about two teenagers as they struggle with sexuality: How do they know they're really in love? How do they show it? How about sex? Yes? No? Maybe? How far is too far? Fast-paced and funny, this is an engaging story about convictions and the courage to stand by them. Its fresh, realistic approach challenges teens to see sexuality in its natural context of love and life, and sets them on the road to success and happiness in all their relationships. "If you Love me...SHOW me!" will delight and surprise teenagers everywhere with its sophisticated style and ingenious use of animation. A great resource for teenagers, parents and educators! IT'S HOT-DON'T MISS IT! We recognize that parents are the primary educators of their children, including education in love, marriage, and sexuality. WARNING: This film, although not explicit, has a theme not intended for young children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a story about a guy that wanted to get it on with his girlfriend and they were in high school and stuff. They guy even told her that he 'had protection'. Now, let me tell you how weird this movie is. There's this weird witch girl that eavesdrops  on them and then she goes all like' protection? are they going to hit themselves of what?'. Then the other girl says not tonight and they go back homw, the guy being all like ' &gt;:[ hmph'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next day, weird witch girl shows up at their school and becomes really popular and stuff. She goes to tell the girl that &lt;a href="http://paxarcana.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/evil_dead_12.jpg"&gt;SEX IS EVIL&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://www.irishblogs.ie/images/267341.jpg"&gt;SIN&lt;/a&gt;, and that not how &lt;a href="https://www.msu.edu/~frazie34/hand-of-god.jpg"&gt;GOD WANTS IT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really remember how this movie ends, but i think she breaks up with him and she embarrasses him in front of everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;then she and witch girl  have loads of passionate lesbian sex and live happily everafter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I'm not a christian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-3054873995579933095?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3054873995579933095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=3054873995579933095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3054873995579933095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3054873995579933095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-really-conservative-parents.html' title='I have really conservative parents.'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-38804062611623951</id><published>2010-07-06T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:16:53.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>I knew I couldn't keep this up.  Though, to be fair, I been working on  a radio show on the beach and didn't have internet access. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm... i kinds have nothing to write about... oh! wait! Turns out the people who own the bookstore i told you about are relatives of mine! (cue "say whaaaa?") When I was on the beach me dad had a family reunion and he met the owners and they said we looked alike. He then blurted out that i was his son and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah... I'm sad because True Blood skipped this week. D: I &lt;i&gt;know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-38804062611623951?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/38804062611623951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=38804062611623951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/38804062611623951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/38804062611623951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7513045577489938002</id><published>2010-06-28T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T09:21:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiiiiiiiiii~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay I suck, but i have a very valid reason of why i didn't post since wednesday. Normally I post at work because i'm bored and it helps me pass the time, but my boss asked me to translate some weird document about tests and cosmetics and stuff and it consumed my time (translating is harder than it sounds, who knew?). So i figured i'd post at home, though turns out I didn't have internet access until last night D: THE HORROR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.best-horror-movies.com/images/Evil-Dead-Ash-choking.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now everything is nice and cool and fun and internetsy and I'm just waiting for True Blood to finish downloading so i can watch it and be happy and cake. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i said i was going to act all fanboy about nintendo's E3 conference. And I am. 3DS OMFG. NEW ZELDA, NEW PAPER MARIO. (also NEW POKEMON, but that won't come out until next spring -_-U).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been a nintendo fan, I don't own an xbox or a ps3 (or 2 or 1). Though the new xbox slim sounds appealing hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setting: LA, circa 1994. I was in a carousel going round and round (like a record baby). When I got off, what do I see? MOTHERFUCKING MOM AND DAD WITH A NES IN THEIR HANDS. I used to jump with Mario. Those were the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setting: My bedroom, circa 1997. My burfday. For some I slept in my parents bed, prolly because i fell asleep watching a movie.  I get up ( I used to get up at 6 everyday, wth). I go to my room, what do I see? MOTHERFUCKING SNES IN MY BED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setting: My mom's room, circa 1999. Me begging my mom to buy me an N64, being the first game with 3d capabilities and stuff. fun fact I never owned mario 64. I remember my aunt telling me 'why don't you just wait until the n86' (???) I don't remember how i got it, but i remember playing mario kart and wave race for HOURS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://monstervine.com/wp-content/2010/02/n64-kid.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the sake of this post I'll just say this kid is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setting: Dunno, year dunno. By this time I kinda went on a console hiatus and decided that the gba was incredibly cool (it was), therefore not really caring about the game cube. I got the game cube, but i never really bought many games for it, instead I bought them for the gba. Fun fact, I used to buy my games from this little ghetto shop with some guy who had a &lt;a href="http://www.ncsx.com/www/ncs061801/Monday/celebi_gba_bigga.jpg"&gt;celebi game boy&lt;/a&gt;. I was so excited because he said he was going to save it for me and when I got to the store I saw him selling it to another kid... I was stuck with a white one and pokemon crystal. I was devastated. I never went back to that store. D: (I remember this was around when 9/11 happened).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setting: my house, like 3 years ago. My mom came back from amurica and when she opened her bags she was all like 'I BOUGHT ME A WII, Y'ALL'. Funny thing, I never asked for the wii. I think portable consoles are FAR better because you can carry them and play them anywhere. That's why I spent all of my money on my DS lite. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setting: My office, last week or so. I was browsing articles about nintendo's E3 conference. I saw the 3DS. I gasped out loud. My boss (who sits right in front of me) asked me if everything was all right. I said i just had a little spasm. I NEED THAT GAME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeh. that's if for today, my fingers are getting tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I finished reading Brave Story on saturday and watched the movie yesterday. I'm so grateful that i saw the movie before reading the book, otherwise I would have hated it. And now I kinda do after the masterpiece that is the book. :o0O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-7513045577489938002?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7513045577489938002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7513045577489938002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7513045577489938002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7513045577489938002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/06/shiiiiiiiiii.html' title='Shiiiiiiiiii~'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-1432785055766849252</id><published>2010-06-23T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:46:49.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working!!</title><content type='html'>TOO MUCH WORK. I'M SO SORRY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMORROW WILL BE A NEW DAY D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-1432785055766849252?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1432785055766849252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=1432785055766849252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1432785055766849252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1432785055766849252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/06/working.html' title='Working!!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-4965067553668867053</id><published>2010-06-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:37:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boss is listening to the Spice Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Day 2 of the blogging years (what was that? I don't know, it sounds cool, WHATEVS IT'S MY BLOG AND I'LL POST WHAT I WANT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Once again, I find myself sitting in my desk, pretending to work, while my boss is up to the neck with all the stuff that needs to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Bless her poor heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yesterday, one of my teachers gave me back my essay saying it was the best of the lot. She also said she was 'laughing her ass off', even though I didn't think my essay was that funny. Anyways, I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jessebrede.com/images2/fuck%20yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;perfect score and 90% overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I love my university. Once thing she told me that she found curious (and curiouser) was that apparently I translate from english to spanish and that 'it sounds weird', she thinks (and she's right) that I think in english and that, even though it's not necessarily a bad thing, I'm lacking on my spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This left me thinking on the effect the english language has had in me over the years, I mean, since I was in elementary school I never had a problem with english and I clearly remember myself chatting with my teachers, who btw always asked me how many years have I lived abroad (I never have). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaldeem.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/baby_boring1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is completly uninteresting and I should just stop now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, I bought two new books yesterday, but I'm too embarrassed to tell you which ones because it's not like it's the kind of literature that you can feel proud of. Ok, fine. I bought the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatsonyourshelf.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/lightningthief1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; first one of the Percy Jackson novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n61/n307931.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;first of the Haruhi Suzumiya novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBS0AGgGTnQ"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;currently listening to the opening of the anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I absolutely adore fantasy novels, fairy tales, mysteries and all that shit. I'm crazy about it. About 4 months ago I discovered a little book store which only sells books in english. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PARADISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I tell you. If they don't have the book you're looking for they can get it for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm pretty sure they order them from amazon, and that's ok, since poor people like me who can't afford a credit card (or even a debit card) can't buy from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This book store opened a whole new chapter, reading-wise, in my life. I've been DEVOURING books like there's no tomorrow, and now let me tell you about a book that it's quickly becoming one of my top 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brave_Story"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Brave Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; by japanese author Miyuki Miyabe. I first knew about this because of the anime movie with the same name (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgHSePPfalI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a movie I also fell in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;). Sadly enough, as soon as I found out there was a book I decided i had to get it. I'm talking circa 2007. Of course I couldn't find it in any of this shit libraries we have here. Then 2010 came and the magical book store came to be and I couldn't be happier. This book is a little brick of 824 pages with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;font size 9&lt;/span&gt;. I love it! and the good news is that since it's such a big book, there's a lot of stuff the movie left out, meaning, it's like i haven't seen the damned thing in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With that happy thought I'm going to leave you. Should I do like a song of the day thing? (totally not copying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://benrobot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;BenRobot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;). Meh, while i decide, you can have this. BE OPEN MINDED I HAVE A VERY WIDE MUSIC TASTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today, in honour of the book I'm about to read, I'll leave you with 'God Knows' from the Haruhi anime. It's got some killer guitar solos and I adore it. n_n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xiEDIrFj3Cs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xiEDIrFj3Cs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Read me being a complete fanboy about the announcements of Nintendo in the E3... if I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-4965067553668867053?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4965067553668867053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=4965067553668867053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4965067553668867053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4965067553668867053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-boss-is-listening-to-spice-girls.html' title='My boss is listening to the Spice Girls'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-2624212720898232185</id><published>2010-06-21T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:33:05.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Er...</title><content type='html'>I want back on the internet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past few months I've been doing a shit load of great stuff, therefore the internet has suffered painfully my absence for maybe like 5 or 6 months. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, for my grades have never been better, I'm reading tons and tons of books and I'm making progress at work (without any more pay, fml.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much consideration I realized that I really miss being on the internet. I haven't commented on videos, I haven't made any new videos, I haven't tweeted as much as I used to and, most importantly, I haven't blogged in forever which is what i really love to do. I love writing and I have to thank my school for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I've been feeling incredibly nostalgic over the past few weeks and I miss tons of people who either moved on or, like me, are not as active as they used to be on the mighty internet. And I really hate that! not because they're probably doing incredible things and stuff, but because I miss them and I'm an egocentric bitch who wants it all. To you, my friends, I salute you and I honestly hope you're doing incredibly well on all of your activities and stuff. I miss you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the peeps that still are active I apologize for being away for such a long time and I hope you can forgive me. who could resist my puppy eyes? no one.  Not even you, dear reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said at the beginning I want back on the internet and for that I've come up with an activity plan that I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to follow. It's not easy getting into a routine and I know that I'm not the most reliable person to begin with... Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Post a blog everyday. (except weekends because, bitch, I need my rest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely adore writing! so much! and even though I might just post stupid shit at least I want to post something. We'll see how that goes, stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/jc"&gt;Weeklybooth&lt;/a&gt; x2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like it's hard to take a picture of yourself everyday... yeah, somehow for me it is. I figured that if I 'snap' a new picture at least twice a week I'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Begin the commentage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to comment more on things! youtube videos, blogposts, twitter, EVERYFINK 8I. I love getting comments and I'm guessing people love it too, everyone wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Put a stop to the laziness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need serious help. If it wasn't for my metabolism I'd probably look like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJylj_lumkc/Sw6be8EdSQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zO1YVpaoKzQ/s1600/really-fat-guy-on-computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 510px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJylj_lumkc/Sw6be8EdSQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zO1YVpaoKzQ/s1600/really-fat-guy-on-computer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need exercise and a balanced diet and stuff. Maybe I can keep you up to date on that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I think that's it... I guess, we'll see how that goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-2624212720898232185?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/2624212720898232185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=2624212720898232185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/2624212720898232185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/2624212720898232185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/06/er.html' title='Er...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJylj_lumkc/Sw6be8EdSQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zO1YVpaoKzQ/s72-c/really-fat-guy-on-computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-1410024369698652428</id><published>2010-05-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:29:12.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an unproductive worker</title><content type='html'>It's currently 11:24. I got here at 8:50. I still have one and a half hours to go. Kill me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like my job is bad or anything. Honestly it's great for the kind of crap I do here, I get to sit in front of a computer for 4 hours, surfing the internet. The downside is that, how many fucking times do I have to visit the same pages over and over to find out there's no new content. fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-1410024369698652428?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1410024369698652428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=1410024369698652428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1410024369698652428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1410024369698652428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions-of-unproductive-worker.html' title='Confessions of an unproductive worker'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-4223453062879025384</id><published>2010-02-02T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:01:38.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Face Blog</title><content type='html'>I just saw something that really really disturbed me deep inside. I've never been proud of my people. I, as a mexican i'm proud of many things, but not our people. Not our government. Not at the way people address each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think it's really sad how a country can be ruled by television. And it's not like it's good television, it's cheap ass stupid programs that make this country go round. Fuck tv channels, fuck the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following video is one of the delegates of Mexico City. No wonder we're a third world country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USbP6SAmRQg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USbP6SAmRQg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;I can't wait to get the fuck out of this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-4223453062879025384?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4223453062879025384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=4223453062879025384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4223453062879025384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4223453062879025384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2010/02/serious-face-blog.html' title='Serious Face Blog'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-8402807456833903057</id><published>2009-11-03T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:51:46.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo yo yiggity, yo</title><content type='html'>Long time no see!!&lt;br /&gt;How have you been my lovely blog readers, I've been well, you could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning in work, but I guess that's ok, dunno, let's ask my youtube channel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SvCjXcgBb_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/SMgCoqztV3A/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SvCjXcgBb_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/SMgCoqztV3A/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399995576400048114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAY WHAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Omg, I know, it's been forever since i've had e-activity and i apologize, but life's been really good to me lately and stuff is happening and magazines are being printed and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll make a video soon (cake knows I have enough footage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this at work, waiting for me boss to come back from some random place she went I realized I don't want to e-die, ever. No matter what. I'm way to in love with all of my peeps and the internet has proven to be a fantastic place to come and chill and forget about everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you some stuff I've been doing. As you may or may not know I've been following thoroughly the divorce of Jon and Kate... *cough* I mean, working my ass off (I honestly didn't know who they were until they got divorced).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a short film! :D I know, exciting! except it's due one month and only the idea is done, LOL leving stuff for the last minute is so kewl. It's about a pair of shoes and what happens to them when the owner grows up and no longer needs them. They're red chucks n_n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been designing magazine covers and articles about embarassing stuf people go through in their everyday life. Turns out I'm really good at it. Like REALLY good, I had no idea. My teacher is even taking me to an editorial next week and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been working on a short story about robots and love and cheesyness and I like it, but bleh, I hate I can't go into detail about it because my teacher wants 3 pages tops. There's so much to write!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeh, basically that's it. I'll try to do this more often (BOY if I had a dollar for everytime I've said that (I'd have 5 dollars, I checked)) so stay tuned, because JC isn't over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm also planning on doing a spoof of twilight, documentary style stuff. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-8402807456833903057?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8402807456833903057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=8402807456833903057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8402807456833903057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8402807456833903057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-yo-yiggity-yo.html' title='Yo yo yiggity, yo'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SvCjXcgBb_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/SMgCoqztV3A/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-8451729555518722843</id><published>2009-07-28T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:30:24.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JC and the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/Sm9YD0bX0lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YoNsxmTLsJc/s1600-h/jccity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/Sm9YD0bX0lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YoNsxmTLsJc/s400/jccity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363602503857853010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/Sm9YXZmTJsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PUyU_uThFjE/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 1560px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/Sm9YXZmTJsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PUyU_uThFjE/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363602840253310658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was 5:30 in the morning in Mexico City. People were getting up from their sleep to the sound of their alarm clocks, preparing for the morning routine: coffee, shower, more coffee and either get a bus, cab, take the metro ordriving across the city to get to work. Simple. People have been doing this for years now without even noticing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All except one. Our blog begins at 5:30 am, as a cellphone rang to announce the start of a new day. JC got up just to turn the damn thing off and returned to his comfy bed. Only to be woken up by his father at 6:45, realizing he was (again) late for school. As JC got dressed up in sweat pants and a casual green thirst, he thought to himself 'how lame is it that I can't even get up in the mornings'. It was now 7:05, classes had started five minutes ago and JC was still making his morning coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he got to uni, he knew the answer to his earlier question: It was now almost 7:20 and the teacher had still to show up. Greeting his classmates, JC was relieved as he was everyday. This was his morning routine. He didn't really liked it, but it was simple and it worked for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird how lame someones life could be?, I mean think about it, JC had a great school, great grades, average to good teachers, a 4 hours a day job that paid much more than his lame 8 hours a day old job, someone that paid for his school and cleaned his clothes, etc. Then why wasn't JC feeling fulfilled? Come to think about it, many would kill for a life like this, but instead he spent all of his new free time watching tv series on dvd and saving money to buy more. Is this what people are supposed to do when they have almost all? Is this actually a good way to live? but most of all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are we defined by the routines of everyday life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;After a few hours of thought, JC came (lol) to the conclusion that he deserved better. He knew he was destined for more and better things (zomg like a blu-ray player :D) so he decided that he would do anything, and he meant it, ANYTHING to live out of the ordinary. Maybe it was because he had watched 4 seasons of sex and the city in less than a week, but he felt the urgent need of drinking a cosmopolitan with his friends and buy expensive shes and cloathes, and during a stormy afternoon, as he got wet under the rain he decided that he would move to New York as soon as he finished uni and gathered enough money to get a nice small apartment in Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was Sex and the City. Maybe it was the hate he had for his own country. Maybe he was just tired of the same things all over again. But one thing was for sure. He wasn't going to let his life go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, he remembered something. He had made himself that same promise even before he knew Sex and the City existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-8451729555518722843?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8451729555518722843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=8451729555518722843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8451729555518722843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8451729555518722843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2009/07/jc-and-city.html' title='JC and the City'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/Sm9YD0bX0lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YoNsxmTLsJc/s72-c/jccity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-3659150019344500012</id><published>2009-05-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:57:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want Nobody, Nobody, Nobody</title><content type='html'>vacations are overrated, unless you actually go out and do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished the first part thingie of uni and even though it is absolutely amazing it's really tiresome. I wish I was rich and drove a hummer and have parents pay for my education and pleasures and life in general. I also wish a lot of stuff, like I wish I should have listened to &lt;a href="http://benrobot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt; when he said that this would stay in my head for god knows how long:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eptHTEnapH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eptHTEnapH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the song immediately. I suck. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SgtoDrFK3gI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_9HCIuemRJg/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SgtoDrFK3gI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_9HCIuemRJg/s200/Photo+58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335472595863789058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess something. I haven't showered, changed clothes, made my bed, brush my hair, since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SMELL THE FILTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so close to add 'brush my teeth' to the list, but that would have been just gross and a lie because I have brushed my teeth. ew, the thought of it. Otay, so finals went ok, I slept a total of 15 hours ish last week, and somehow they were worth it. The feeling i get when I finish an assignment is incredible. I'm proud of myself, but I'm still a long way to go if I want to become a 'super nerd with perfect grades'. Well, hopefully everything will go okay and I can get a scholarship, we'll see, if now I can start saying goodbye to school for a while, and that will kill me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWINE FLU. Okay, it's like vacations (overrated).  When it started I remember I was with my family in a dim kitchen, and I was holding my cousing waiting for the news. I felt like I was in a movie where aliens had suddenly invaded earth. I personally hated swine flu week, as I like to call it, because fucking everything was closed. Movie theaters, restaurants, shit even churches closed that week!. And what was I doing? you may ask? working. 'But you just said everything was closed!', yes, except FUCKING BLOCKBUSTER OF HELL. I swear even the demons from hell came to rent movies. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;. I still have nightmares about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I want tomorrow to be a more productive day. I'm tired of being lazy and being hooked in to my computer. Though I downloaded firefox and I'm still getting used to it. I want to go swimming. That sounds nice. Let's hope that I can get up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-3659150019344500012?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3659150019344500012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=3659150019344500012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3659150019344500012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3659150019344500012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-nobody-nobody-nobody.html' title='I want Nobody, Nobody, Nobody'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SgtoDrFK3gI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_9HCIuemRJg/s72-c/Photo+58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-6069894973054971500</id><published>2009-03-29T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:33:24.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEfore I lose the inspiration. again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before we start, I'd like you to press play on the video below and enjoy the full experience of this post and the greatness that is '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7oGx2dImE8"&gt;Korean Boy&lt;/a&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_I-LCM-VYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_I-LCM-VYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much, now relax, enjoy the music and keep on reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How have you been my dearest blog readers? I've sure been busy and procrastinative (yes, that is a word, I looked up in the dictionary of the royal academy of the Billiesque language)(zomg, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hai Billi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!). I've been so busy with school and work. but oddly enough &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;School stuff have been ok, even though I heart my career and the stuff I'm doing I hate that we're making progress on something and then get our ideas rejected. I know that's life and that's why all of the designers suffer, but we're talking about school here, a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;we're not designers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; and b) ... I forgot b) (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;but you bet it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a valid reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work on the other hand has been a royal pain in the tush. well, considering that I went from this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SdBXgbyuWPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/t_ibZ7w7FJ8/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SdBXgbyuWPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/t_ibZ7w7FJ8/s320/Photo+37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318847374652496114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SdBX9CcnLZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/A0fghaIw6YM/s1600-h/Photo+42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SdBX9CcnLZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/A0fghaIw6YM/s320/Photo+42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318847866065071506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You kinda get the picture. I get respected once I get the tie on. It feels great to boss around, I'm not going to lie, but it's sad when you only get to boss around 3 people when you're supposed to boss around 10. Yes, we're very short on staff. I hate it so freaking much!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&gt;__&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I get stressed out too much! On the other hand, I love the paychecks I get. Bish, sub-managing rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SdBZFcOOOjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YdJ5otj3Cfs/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SdBZFcOOOjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YdJ5otj3Cfs/s200/Photo+40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318849109934619186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of rocks, I fell the other day. Speaking of my injured body, I started going to a nutriologist! zomg yay! and guess what! I'm gaining weight! it's incredible!... right now I've only gained like 2.3 kilos (that's 5something pounds for all of you losers that don't use the oh so lovely metric system). But hey! I thought I've would have never gained as much as I've gained, and in only a month! ... even though I could have gained more, but it was sale week and I felt bad. (eff you work, but not really).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SdBYgfp3m9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/pugLVzrIhPA/s200/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318848475200723922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/chris3ff"&gt;Chris3ff&lt;/a&gt; is leaving youtube (kinda... sorta...) it made me really sad, since he was one of the reasons why I started making videos. To me, the thing about youtube is that is seriously going down for us vloggers. I mean,  no one cares anymore copyright makes our life a hell and many more reasons. But in the end (at least I) we're there for the people there, and I think that's worth so much more than the millions the site makes everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a darker/emoer/stupider/ (ha stupider actually exists!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got an email from a relative who I see every year. You see the back story to this is that HE wanted to meet his family so he organized a nice (not so) little reunion with all of the family members he could gather. Now, I think it is a nice thing to see family you don't see every other day, right? once a year, it doesn't hurt. And we all have that kind of family, the one we spend christmas and or new years with, and the one we rarely write to, or even see. I really liked that reunion and I was looking forward the next one, because let's face it, I'm a hoot and I like making people laugh, so I have a lovely afternoon with nice coffee, booze, food and good laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the thing that bothers me is this. Every group of my family has to organize it every year or so, last year, we had to do it and it went ok. This year was the turn of said relative's family. We set up the date a year ago, and he emailed us saying that it had to be cancelled because who knows who couldn't make it. He was supposed to email us back with the new date and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days passed and I moved on with my life as usual until today. I praise the lord (in a figurative speech) for the fact that I decided to study communications, because I know that he obviously had no clue what he was writing. (Not that I have one right now, this is for entertaining purposes only (I entertain you with my life. ha!)). the first paragraph he says something like 'I changed the date on purpose to see who was actually interested in this reunion'. Ok, I could have emailed him or something, but remember something? yes you  do, you smart blog reader, he was supposed to tell us the date!! omg!. then there's something like 'I've noticed that there's like 10% of you that don't want to be there, and I don't blame you, I don't want you to be bored' (I kinda improvised a little there). Then he says that he doesn't want to be in a family reunion were the whole family isn't involved! I mean wtf! srsly. ugh. change the subject. now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwkOECo1Yjs"&gt;Batman: The Dark Knight: The Ride&lt;/a&gt; IS HERE. ZOMGQ!!!ASDF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*calms down*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, a new ride has opened in Six Flags, México. yay! and PROBABLY  we're going on thursday, although it's not confirmed, yet. I'm so excited! (to vote for captain insomnio) it's some sort of covered roller coaster and yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, I'm starting to lose all the inspiration I have left for this blog. Arencha glad I waited? you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;ps!. Lovely pics for you. you better enjoy because it took me a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-6069894973054971500?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6069894973054971500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=6069894973054971500' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6069894973054971500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6069894973054971500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-i-lose-isnpiration-again.html' title='BEfore I lose the inspiration. again.'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SdBXgbyuWPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/t_ibZ7w7FJ8/s72-c/Photo+37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-525218042405247140</id><published>2009-03-21T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:43:02.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>I should never</title><content type='html'>eat when I'm about to blog, i lose all the inspiration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-525218042405247140?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/525218042405247140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=525218042405247140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/525218042405247140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/525218042405247140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-never.html' title='I should never'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-216952277887009818</id><published>2009-03-05T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:02:30.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I blog when I have better things to do.</title><content type='html'>Hello my dear blog readers and blog itself. I'm not even going to apologize for not writing on you in almost a month, you, unlike people, can't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That said, I shall continue.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, I'm sorry blog, I don't know what's gotten into me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, school is good. Work is ok. Internet is fantastic. Why do I feel like somethings missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I think I need? a girlfriend. too bad I'm not into relationships (I know right?, hard to believe). Yep. I see&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TONS&lt;/span&gt; of couples this days (and pregnant women for that matter), I just feel jealous one hand, and n the other I laugh at them for being so ridiculous. Now, I should explain why I feel this way. I've never wanted to have a girlfriend. I have had, but it's not like the best thing in the world for me. Is that weird? yes. haha. I'm actually laughing at myself right now. I have no writing skills. I'd be a terrible boyfriend. ugh. I'm way to self centered to be with someone. It's always me. me. and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you notice that last paragraph was almost in it's entirety short sentences?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you checked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, before i forget. If I don't comment in our blogs it's not because I don't read them or anything. I do, I love reading peoples blogs, makes me feel like a good stalker ya kno?, the thing is that since i use google reader (or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;greader&lt;/span&gt; as I call it) I have to click on the title to go to the actual blog, then click again and to me, having like 8234605413 windows open makes me upset. And I hate the comment system in blogger I can't see if someone replied to my comment in someone else's blog. That being said, keep commenting and I'll happily read them and leave you lovely messages on the tubes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, on a completely different matter, I've grown tired of my room again. hahaha. I know, I suck. Today as I walked with a friend I thought about my ideal place. And it would ALL be nintendo themed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mario&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Zelda&lt;/span&gt;, for that matter. The walls would be like the mushroom kingdom background and the doors would have the mushroom pixels and star pixels and fire flower pixels. And the doorbell would be the mario theme song. and I'd fit Zelda in but I don't know how. how is this related to my room? well, I've just had a brilliant idea! (since mother wouldn't approve my great room idea) I'll make pixel things with cardboard and be happy and yay. And I'm investing on a green screen (which is actually just a green cardboard).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*after listening to Mars in Furs' new song*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/chris3ff"&gt;chris3ff&lt;/a&gt;. There, I said it. He was one of the first people that I ever subscribed to. The first one being &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/paperlilies"&gt;Bryony&lt;/a&gt;. Ahhh. I remember the days... sitting in my sisters PC... watching her videos... those were the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of those were the days, here's a pic of my family, when we went to the south of France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SbCeTlgmnVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/U-9k90_bbDo/s1600-h/1ucll-82ec664330b2437f088cd243e45f6db7.49b09d3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SbCeTlgmnVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/U-9k90_bbDo/s400/1ucll-82ec664330b2437f088cd243e45f6db7.49b09d3e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309918019993378130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, my friends. Those were the days. Look at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/hatticusrex"&gt;hatti's&lt;/a&gt; tan!! I told that girl to put on some sunblock but noooo. She just plastered her face. I hate when paparazzi follow you around. We have a life, we, children of celebrities, have feelings you know?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that that's out of my system... I want some tea. Right now. but I can't because I'm attempting early nights and it's almost bedtime and if I drink it I won't sleep and we don't want that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING. UH. When I was at work I saw a client that sold his mario party and golden eye games to us. you know how much it cost me those magical gems of fun? $7 !!!!  OMFG. HOURS OF FUN FOR $7. I'm happy. Plus I got another controller for my n64, which I still use. I'm old school like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to shower now, I wish you would come, but you can't. sowy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx, jc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-216952277887009818?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/216952277887009818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=216952277887009818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/216952277887009818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/216952277887009818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-blog-when-i-have-better-things-to-do.html' title='I blog when I have better things to do.'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SbCeTlgmnVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/U-9k90_bbDo/s72-c/1ucll-82ec664330b2437f088cd243e45f6db7.49b09d3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-5577277124201243256</id><published>2009-02-03T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:08:09.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugged, adj. to be like a mug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Blog and Blog Readers (yes, all 3 of you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was mugged today. I wanted to make a story of it and post it here, but I'm lazy and the experience was traumatic, so I'll just post what I told kiwi on skype. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;I was mugged!! yaaay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;I. WAS. MUGGED.&lt;br /&gt;come to mexico city!&lt;br /&gt;great place to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;holy fuck. are you ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;your poor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i left school&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to blockbuster to pay a debt&lt;br /&gt;got my starbucks just to look fab, you know, I'm billi's son&lt;br /&gt;so anyways I left blockbuster and headed to the apple store&lt;br /&gt;rocking my jabazzy tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;got there, got ma things and left the mall&lt;br /&gt;nothing out of the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;as I headed to the metro I wanted to walk through a park&lt;br /&gt;(this is me trying to make it into a short novel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;do that&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening. go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;I felt the breeze in my golden hair&lt;br /&gt;it felt good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;(you should copy/paste this when you're done and make it into a video. just saying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for the lights to change to red so I could cross when suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;lmao ok!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;I felt an arm around me&lt;br /&gt;I was confused since I wasn't expecting anyone go grab me like that&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and there he was&lt;br /&gt;a hooded fellow... noone would think wrong of him&lt;br /&gt;I tried to let go gently, me being the sweetheart that I am thought he might be sick, but au  contraire mon ami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;[apparently, kiwi reacts with loads of emoticons, so you’ll just have to settle with blank spaces k?]       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;'the wallet…' he said in a voice barely audible&lt;br /&gt;I instantly froze, my mind racing a hundred miles per hour, thinking what were my options...&lt;br /&gt;I thought of communitychannel and her escape plans, but quickly realized that nothing would work against the terrifying hooded figure, pressing something sharp on my waist&lt;br /&gt;I slowly reached for my back pocket and took out my wallet&lt;br /&gt;I handed it, remembering that I just had been to the ATM to take out the payment of    weeks of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;oh shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he inspected it one handed, he said in that almost inaudible voice again 'your cell'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling the sweat in my forehead I reached my left pocket and handed my nokia         , the one that I bought with the money I got from my 18th birthday&lt;br /&gt;He inspected it.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment .... BRB phone [twas the mom, checking on me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;okies.. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;ok where were we?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;I remebered the good times I had with my phone&lt;br /&gt;using it as an ipod when I had none&lt;br /&gt;and it was then that I realized that my ipod was in my backpack, along with the mac purchases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;the hooded man muttered a slight 'hm' and trew my phone to the floor, making the battery fall out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;I stood there. frozen. unable to defend, while the man put his hand in my backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;oh shit no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;and now, I thank the heavens and the stars of the sky that I'm attending college.&lt;br /&gt;turns out that my notebook, one HUGE piece of artwork completely covered the apple bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;he looked at my keys and pencil case but realized that nothing was left to take&lt;br /&gt;so he took his arm off me and walked into the street, while the lights still in red&lt;br /&gt;a car stopped in front of him out of nowhere and picked him up&lt;br /&gt;he thanked me while the car moved away from me&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;then they died&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;holy shit jc i'm so glad you're ok though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the pieces of my cell and put them together to realize that my electronic friend was still alive&lt;br /&gt;I rang my mom&lt;br /&gt;I came home&lt;br /&gt;and here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;omg still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, show me love and hold me while I cry myself to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really, I wasn't scared, I just froze... but still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-5577277124201243256?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/5577277124201243256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=5577277124201243256' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5577277124201243256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5577277124201243256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2009/02/mugged-adj-to-be-like-mug.html' title='Mugged, adj. to be like a mug'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-4138473111753596391</id><published>2009-01-15T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:12:26.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've missed you so...</title><content type='html'>Dearest blog of mine, I'm writing to you from beyond the grave. Well, not actually just from my room, here again to update you on the story that I call life. I'm so inspired tonight! let's get this going! *crowd goes crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SXACJ5Ws0nI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y6DB_K189jM/s400/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291731931198444146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look like a rock star in that picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so good exciting things have happened recently, the most important being university. Yes blog, our prayers have been answered and I managed to get into college &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;without paying a single cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (mother is the one paying for now, I need a scholarship asap *devours books*). I'm so in love with the whole thing. I love my classes, my teachers, my classmates, the fact that seeing a pc is considered rare due to the fact that the 99% of the staff and students carries a white macbook, and of course, my schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'But JC!' said my blog, 'I thought you were working your ass off and you didn't have any free time!'. Well, Blog, you're totally right there, but turns out that being working there for almost 6 months has earned me the friendship of my direct bosses, allowing me to have 3 days off on weekdays, giving me enough free time to do my homework and don't reject my e-life. yay me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So far I haven't had much homework. Some essays and definitions, the usual. Also, dearest blog, I have a big announcement to make! I gained a little weight! according to wii fit I gained like 0.5% since I started playing 3 weeks ago. I know it doesn't seem like much, but I never, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gain weight, so I'm excited. So far it looks like 2009 is going to be a good year. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Screw the crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got the twilight books for christmas, and I grew sick of them. UGH. I can't stand them anymore. I'm sorry Stephanie Meyer, but if you're reading this (which you obviously are because who wouldn't want to read this masterpiece I call my blog), I gotta tell you that you're not really good at this writing thing if you say that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;South America is a different continent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I only need to read the last one, but srsly... that's what annoys me the most, I don't want to keep reading them, but I have to because I do want to know what happens with the characters and shiz. I give you credit for that Stephanie (because we've already established that you, in fact, DO read my blog), I really like the way you build up the suspense, but that's all. there. I want to read 'A lion among men' so bad, but I just can't read two books at once because I get confused (trust me, I've tried). kay, enough book talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The winter sessions are doing great so far! I'm really really loving the way it's turning out. I was really sick for the holidays and couldn't make a video (well, I did, but it was like 3 am and I had to be quiet. so quiet that I couldn't even understand myself the next week). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, dear blog, LOOK AT MY NEW HAT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SXAHcbYxW1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/buppUW8LMKo/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SXAHcbYxW1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/buppUW8LMKo/s400/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291737747129719634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg, I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so warm and soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was cheap. ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sleep with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go to school with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have sex with..... oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've also found out about me newest fear:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE HERCULES MOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cairns.com.au/images/uploadedfiles/editorial/pictures/2008/05/15/Cairns-WebWide-CP16MAY08P003-CC097771-MOTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 646px; height: 484px;" src="http://www.cairns.com.au/images/uploadedfiles/editorial/pictures/2008/05/15/Cairns-WebWide-CP16MAY08P003-CC097771-MOTH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*eeek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-4138473111753596391?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4138473111753596391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=4138473111753596391' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4138473111753596391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4138473111753596391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-missed-you-so.html' title='I&apos;ve missed you so...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SXACJ5Ws0nI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y6DB_K189jM/s72-c/Photo+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-6517538813531309554</id><published>2008-12-16T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:27:53.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updateupdateupdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I've been wanting to write for a looong time. let's see how it does dear blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making alot of new videos recently which is a good thing for me, meaning that the winter sessions will go well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh! Winter sessions! Explanation coming in 3...2...1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The Sessions were created by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/people/shebitmylip"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;shebitmylip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) as a summer project. Making a video each day on weekdays. I thought it was an amazing idea and enjoyed every video of the sessions, watching young Emily grow to be a ice vlogger. I speak as if I'm the greatest vlogger in the world when in reality I can remember what I was going to say and end up talking nonsense, not breaking the language barrier.Sidetracked. ok. Moving on. The summer sessions ended and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/people/ofarevolution441"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ofarevolution441&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) decided he was going to make the autumn sessions to bring his channel back to life, only this time it would be only 1 video a week. At that moment I thought I would LOVE to have the winter sessions and be cool and holiday spirited and what not. So I got them and I'll be making them. and yay liife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, the spell checker thing macbooks have has corrected me at least 29 times, not even kidding. MUST. GO. BACK. TO. SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Christmas is up peoples!! I'm getting alot of shiny new stuff to play with, like guitar hero and wii fit and animal crossing for the DS. Sadly, no rune factory 2 which I'll have to buy online, which is not a bad thing, but I always have the fear that I'll get scammed or something. we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to send wall-e's to Germany and Canada!! Still don't know when I'll be doing that, and I think I'll have to go to UPS or DHL or something like that to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is up. OH OHHH. IMINLIKEWITHYOU. hehe. I freaking love that site, I'm not as obsessed with it as someone else I know *cough* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;kiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; *cough*. I'm level 8 and I feel like I've wasted a big part of my life in that site. But if we go there, we'll have to say that I waste more time at work doing absolutely nothing I can take advantage of. I was promoted and it doesn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the first twilight book. It wasn't THAT bad, it was kinda boring at the beginning, but it got a little better in the last, like 40 pages, lol. The next day my mother invited me to go watch the movie, and I couldn't believe what a piece of crap it is. Seriously!! I was literally falling asleep there! I didn't like the casting (except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; kr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;isten stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;), I laughed at the fact that the villains are hotter than the good guys, I smiled when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Stephanie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; (the author) appeared writing on her laptop, I hated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; and I LOATHED the adaptation. I have to say that the scenery was pretty cool. But that's it! The acting was bad. and UGH. I hate when books get bad adaptations. UGH UGH UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, dearest blog reader of mine, I think I'll leave you because I have to watch a movie. Speaking of movies: I didn't like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; until I saw her on Wanted. OMFG she is HOT. *sexes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. PS. I'm in love with Peter, Bjorn and John's new song (see below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stEcoDLz3Vc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stEcoDLz3Vc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creepy video, Great song. &lt;3 for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-6517538813531309554?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6517538813531309554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=6517538813531309554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6517538813531309554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6517538813531309554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/updateupdateupdate.html' title='Updateupdateupdate'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-6861697224427676687</id><published>2008-11-24T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:01:25.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Sonidito</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XgNFLo5WOI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&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/-XgNFLo5WOI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&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/1226344665998494801-6861697224427676687?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6861697224427676687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=6861697224427676687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6861697224427676687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6861697224427676687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-sonidito.html' title='El Sonidito'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7110287453347334902</id><published>2008-11-23T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:27:22.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes (a narcissistic blogpost)</title><content type='html'>Hello dearest blog of mine. I wonder if I should give you a name. Like Rick or something cool. Maybe I'll just keep calling you blog because that's what I've been doing this whole time. Yes, you're blog. Blogjc. ^_^ I want to make this colorful an nice like jasmine's blog. let's give it a try. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my favourite time of the year (yes, favourite with ou because I learned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;b&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;r&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;english). Hopefully snow will come this year since it's november and it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;FUCKING FREEZING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which I really like. Also, I've been going through one of those times where you just really don't like yourself that much. I want to get a new wardrobe full o' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;beige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; and ocasional colour explosions like yellow and purple. Sadly, I'm lucky enough to have soup everyday, which takes me to another point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm skinny, really skinny, and I don't like a second of it. All the people that I know tell me that it's better to be skinny than fat. I reply that I don't want to be fat, I just want to be normal. (how emo is that?) But yeah, turns out my metabolism is fucked up and runs at the speed of light, so no matter how much I eat I don't gain any weight. And Something that has concerned me is that I'm actually losing weight instead of gaining. Weird. I really really want to see a doctor to tell me what the heck is going on, but sadly the insurance is fucked up at the moment and I can't visit a good doctor. Oh life, why most thou do this. Also,  I want  to exercise but I don't want to until I actually have fat to shape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, I want to reinvent myself, kinda like starting from scratch. Both physically and mentally. But I have no clue where to start (a better job sounds nice). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you just wish you could do things again? (how napoleon dynamite's uncle of me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changing the subject, &lt;a href="www.youtube.com/user/shebitmylip"&gt;Emily the first&lt;/a&gt; (as I'm going to star calling her) made this awesome summer project called the summer sessions. Then Jay decided to make the autum sessions and now I want to carry on their legacy with the winter sessions! Why, because I think it's a great idea to force yourself make a video and be happy and blah blah blah. SO, yeah, there's that and something else really big that I wanted to talk about but I can't seem to remember now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-7110287453347334902?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7110287453347334902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7110287453347334902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7110287453347334902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7110287453347334902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/11/changes-narcissistic-blogpost.html' title='Changes (a narcissistic blogpost)'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-4296242217922296440</id><published>2008-11-15T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:30:41.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Live Blog</title><content type='html'>months ago, Bryony made a blog about watching happy feet. I'll now do that but with the movie 'Happily Never After'.... or something. Expect sarcasm because I expect a crap move.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*starting with the dvd being only in spanish. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*who are all this producers anyway? I've never heard of vanguard animation before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*OH WAIT, I think this is a german movie, that explains it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I hate when movies have the credits at the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*the stepmom had an extreme makeover in 5 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ok that cinderella is just uglier than the stepmom, just saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I don't remember slave richard because there was no slave richard in cinderella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bsides, richard is clearly handsomer than the prince, it's obvious that he's going to woo cinderella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hohoho!! andy dick's voice! I'm glad this is in spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*that stepsister wears a purple wig! she must be... A TRANNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*that house was way too small for all of those chores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm really disturbed by this new richard character&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*and the castle is ugly, you'd expect a 1864 bedroom castle with gardens an fountains, but no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*the cat is right, why does rumplestinkin want a baby? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*the wizard is off for vacation in scotland. of ALL the places in the universe, he goes to scotland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*the wizard needed a void to go to scotland, how is he coming back? LOOPHOLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Fairy godmother wants to turn cinderella into a real boy. HMM. She's got the hair already, I kinda know where this movie is going lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Where did she study magic!? online?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I guess I'm supposed to believe that it's just fate who brought the stepmom to hear the word magic said 10 floors up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no wait, she just said it was 40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*stepmom has a very small waist, and does better magic than the godmother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ew, prince licked his hand and grabbed cinderella's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*so there's a balance for good and bad... why doesn't someone pulls it to the good side? I mean everyone would be extra happy and noone would ever think about doing wrong. right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*stepmom is right, the prince IS a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*TECHNO VILLIAN SUMMONING TIME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*'I hate to say this, but this get's worse'... no shit sherlock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*suddenly, cinderella is aware that there ARE other fairytales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*it's the fifth time I've heard that fucking song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*awww the monster mash with disco inferno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*that wolf has manboobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm getting sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____+GOT BORED AND SAW THIS :D+_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUYqX24rzBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUYqX24rzBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________+BACK TO THE MOVIE+________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I've got news for you cinderella, 'just rick' is your happily ever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I wonder if Buffy is singing this song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*SO cinderella is JUST REALIZING she doesn't like the prince but this rick guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have a hunch that cinderella and rick are brothers. INCEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*RICHARD JUST PUSHED THE PRINCE OFF A CLIFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Where's the king of the... kingdom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I think the prince is on steroids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wait a sec.... where the eff are the stepsisters?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*there's a lava pit under the castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cinderella must have watched miss congeniality, because she just used 'sing'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I don't like this! She's supposed to marry the prince! I HATE YOU RICK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-4296242217922296440?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4296242217922296440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=4296242217922296440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4296242217922296440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4296242217922296440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-live-blog.html' title='Movie Live Blog'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-8893962701957094776</id><published>2008-10-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:13:32.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bear Cookies</title><content type='html'>I forgot to put it here. I bought a macbook. yay. I still don't have it, but it's already bough, so all this time I've been h8ting the store for being out of stock. yes I said h8. word. yes, I said word.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may notice the brand new banner I made last week. it's fun and it has ugly betty on it. it made me laugh. I love designing. I want to go to school and design. Also, I want to go to a starbucks with my macbook, why? I really don't know, I just think it's cool to go there and chill with free internet (psst psst, kiwi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently listening to Avril Lavigne, I have no idea why. I used to love her music. I really really did, until her new album came and it was full of shit. I hate that artist change their style. they're famous for a reason. in the end it's music what counts but blaah. I lost the train of thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably go to sleep because I have to get up early because I have a meeting at 9am. ugh. But I don't want to go because I feel the urge to write here. yes, in MY blog, where I can write about ANYTHING I fucking want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh. I got drunk last night and I fell and now I have a scab on my knee and it hurts. But I had so much fun last night, I needed fun like that. kay that would be all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-8893962701957094776?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8893962701957094776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=8893962701957094776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8893962701957094776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8893962701957094776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/10/teddy-bear-cookies.html' title='Teddy Bear Cookies'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-1441635280304582613</id><published>2008-10-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:56:30.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog. finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello blog. I've been neglecting you. I'm sorry, it won't happen again... probably.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working so hard right now you wouldn't even know. I have bruises in my hands and stuff!. Why do you have bruises in your hands, jc? I mean, you work in blockbuster. Yeah, that's the thing. I (with some other guy) had to put some HUUUUUUUUUGE posters and the wires were really tight and my hands hurt. ;__; but enough about that. I'm pretty sure I'll get my macbook on the 4th of 5th of december, so I have to find something else and save up what I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---- Things I saw today ----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a guy with a very high pitched voice that made me laugh on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a woman with hairy legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*spiderman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*rain leaking in my aunts house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tony giving an earjob to a bunny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a cute dog that always licks my hands ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sunday Blog. On a sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yearbook Pics, which bring me to my next point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---End of Things I saw today ----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Year Book: JC edition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, catching up with all of the things I catch up on when I go online I saw&lt;a href="http://speedyconkiwi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedyconkiwi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kiwi's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and omg I laughed so hard that I decided to make my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SPLMMugpkUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rGsSkm7krYk/s1600-h/jcthroughtheages.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SPLMMugpkUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rGsSkm7krYk/s400/jcthroughtheages.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256488234110259522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, a little story of what Jc might have been through the ages:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1956 JC: This JC would have been like a total nerd and today own his own company. something called like... Macrosoft or something like that. He got married to a cheerleader and had a thousand kids. (omg, poor wife...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1968 JC: This JC would have aspirations as a model. But after trying and trying he decided to join the porn industry because he had no money left. He didn't got married but DID had a thousand kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1976 JC: This JC was a wannabe. Aftr years of eternal popularity in high school, following trends he stole from other schools, they finnaly took revenge on a cheerleading competition... wait... was that a movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1980 JC: After suffering child abuse, this JC decided to live on his own. He had a peaceful life in the alps. He found love in a goat. He had a thousand goat kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1992 JC: This Jc pursued a rap career. why? I don't know, but one of the other 90's options remided me of eminem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2000 JC: This Jc is not me, mainly because I graduated in 2008 kay? kay. uhm.. this JC... erm... got macig powers and lived happily ever after as a garbage pail kids illustrator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----- Things that have been going on -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SPLOayraf2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/qNuL7PN-iSw/s1600-h/Bonez021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SPLOayraf2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/qNuL7PN-iSw/s400/Bonez021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256490674770575202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"me and my Indiana Jones t-shirt at work. Not working"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, I'm going into details about my job here. There are things I like and things I don't like about it. and since I'm good at making lists here are things I like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*The People. They are all really nice guys and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*The Free Rents. It's not much but I have 5 free rents every week. Ju-On tomorrow :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*The Fact that I can talk to people. Why? I don't know, but I like it. Even when they are douchebags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*The policeman. Omg that man is the shit. he always greet me nicely and we chat when nobody's looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Learning new things. I like feeling productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*The uniform: which is jeans on mondays and beige pants the rest of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*The fact that is near my house and it's 2 cents away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*The awesome bank account. (I have 10 minutes to talk to anyone on the phone for free, any volunteers?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Something I must have forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Here's things I don't like about my job:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*There are times when the managers don't let me have a break. even though it's illegal and I can sue them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*When I ask them not to put me on the counter and they put me on the caounter. Then there's money missing and I have to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*The fact that they think I'm some kind of superhuman that can multitask and I can't. Multitasking is something I've been working on and I've only suceeded on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*They didn't give me a proper training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*One of the bosses thinks he's too cool for the store. lol. he's a dwarf and has pimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*People that pay more attention to their phones than to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*the fact that I really REALLY miss school... -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there are more, but I'm tired of writing about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG! NEW HOUSE. If everything goes according to planned I'll be moving sometime in january to a house. an actual house. so macbook and house. OH and maybe I'll put the modem in my room. so free internetz for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've lost the focus to write. I'll be back when it comes back. meanwhile enjoy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo, Gossip Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-1441635280304582613?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1441635280304582613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=1441635280304582613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1441635280304582613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1441635280304582613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog-finally.html' title='new blog. finally.'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SPLMMugpkUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rGsSkm7krYk/s72-c/jcthroughtheages.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-2891084736976718803</id><published>2008-10-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:57:57.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-2891084736976718803?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/2891084736976718803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=2891084736976718803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/2891084736976718803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/2891084736976718803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-1315494175101796525</id><published>2008-09-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:44:35.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh: a miserable post by JC.</title><content type='html'>Good Afternoon Blog, how have you been? Hope you're well, because I'm certainly not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lemme explain it to you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may know, I've been trying to get a job for like 2 months now, and I finally got it and it's just ok. I work in a blockbuster now, and again I feel like I don't belong there. Bleh, maybe it's just me, but I feel like I can earn more by doing less. I wok for 8 and a half hours with a 30 minute break, which btw, can't happen if the manager in charge decides it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to work informing about pre-sales and helping people find their movies, and I actually liked it, but nooooooo, they had to make me a cashier. I should also mention that I barely know how to use those computers, so I'm always asking for help, and if I don't mention special sales to costumers, they get free rents and I get yelled at. I hate it I trully hate it! for a person like me who is kinda shy, to be handling money... it's just too much pressure on my poor little being. And to top it all I think that only one of the 10 people in the store like me. Not that I care about that really, but it's not nice to see scowls everywhere I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want an office job. I know some people say they suck, but really, how bad can it be? I really don't like to be standing up THE WHOLE 8 HOURS. I want to have internet access because I'm addicted to it, and I feel that something's missing when I'm not online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This job isn't really what I was expecting, I knew about the whole can't sit thing, but I thought I would get proper training this time, and the worst thing is that I can't quit! I can't!!! because otherwise I would have to pay for the uniforms and $45 that I didn't asked for in the first place. ugh UUUGH. I have to wait like 3 months to quit and get a decent check...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really keeps me going is the prospect of a macbook. I want one, I've wanted one since last year. And there are new macbooks coming soon!! *excited*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it will get better in time, who knows, rigth now, I'm going to ask them to remove me from being a cashier abd do something more passive, like you know, organizing the movies and such. I'd like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I can't make videos and it kills me. Today is my free day and EVERYONE IS IN THE HOUSE because it's a holiday. bleh, bleh, bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-1315494175101796525?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1315494175101796525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=1315494175101796525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1315494175101796525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1315494175101796525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/09/bleh-miserable-post-by-jc.html' title='Bleh: a miserable post by JC.'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-6658453583590343512</id><published>2008-09-02T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:16:06.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog, as I'm writing this I realize that my  greatest fear is coming true and it won't stop.&lt;div&gt;I'm growing up. I'm 20 years old now, I don't have a job and I can't go to college yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, birthday details. I got up at like 9:30 because my aunt called me. I had my breakfast and waited for my mom to come home so we could go to my other aunt's house. I'm cheap. Kay. I got there and explained my cousin a few things about my mom's cam because he's borrowing it for when he goes to san francisco (whic is kinda ironic because his name is francisco). Mom asked if I had any plans for the day, and since it was monday I hadn't planned anything because I hate mondays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my day would have been like this: going back home, watch a little tv, eat, and spend the rest of the day hokked up tho my computer. But my cousin didn't want me to do that and instead my aunt gave him money to treat me (Subway was the only thing we could afford). We hung out in his house for a while when he said he wanted to go to the beauty and the beast, a musical that I've already seen, you know. I at this point had spend my money aka aunt's present on Mario Kart DS (OMG IT'S ADDICTIVE)and therefore hadnothing to purchase my ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may remember my cousing from old posts when he bought my ticket for the lion king, and if now, well, he bought my ticket to the lion king. He said he was treating me because it was my birthday and what not. I like musicals. I like them because I like when people randomly start to sing. Like in Buffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-6658453583590343512?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6658453583590343512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=6658453583590343512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6658453583590343512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6658453583590343512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-extravaganza-weird-smells-and.html' title='Birthday Extravaganza'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-3875869838373594382</id><published>2008-08-25T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:11:35.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Faces of Maddoxhardcore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Maddox held her very first Blogtv show. I had such a great time guessing the cheese, thinking of 10 ways to use maxipads and looking at penises all in the same show!&lt;div&gt;Sadly, Billi couldn't be there because his computer was dead or something so I took the liberty to save some screencapse from his Mrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMONwK3QCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m3mIKOwA1CM/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMONwK3QCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m3mIKOwA1CM/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546420993572898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely Cat/Bunny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMOOK4QK7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-mnbEZnMK9Q/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMOOK4QK7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-mnbEZnMK9Q/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546428163271602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't matter if she's balck or white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMOOA9iGMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dhTba__D0jM/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMOOA9iGMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dhTba__D0jM/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546425501063362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that she want's is another baby *cough* Billi *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMOOQZsvpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b2fD8OqBfE/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMOOQZsvpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b2fD8OqBfE/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546429645733522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't know how many tissues she used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMOORkqO5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/aTyZTzXYVQw/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMOORkqO5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/aTyZTzXYVQw/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546429960141714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks like she's having a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQMs2dEqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ylahp971REM/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQMs2dEqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ylahp971REM/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548601946051234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why so serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQM9XAf_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ci0ljlyW4pE/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQM9XAf_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ci0ljlyW4pE/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548606377558002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Billi would be proud'- someone in the chat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQM3N2srI/AAAAAAAAAFs/o2kYRszG0H8/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQM3N2srI/AAAAAAAAAFs/o2kYRszG0H8/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548604728554162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQNHDvJXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sht1myg8dvw/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQNHDvJXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sht1myg8dvw/s400/9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548608981083506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQNDe2FNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XQ3O9AjzEWI/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQNDe2FNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XQ3O9AjzEWI/s400/10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548608021042386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boom shake the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQ-rWeY_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_IEJyKVO-5Y/s1600-h/11.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQ-rWeY_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_IEJyKVO-5Y/s400/11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238549460536943602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brightness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQ_fkNriI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gr8ARr_cwNM/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQ_fkNriI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gr8ARr_cwNM/s400/12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238549474553212450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knee Licking Action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQ_j6Hg7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/JKxhL-FfIM8/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMQ_j6Hg7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/JKxhL-FfIM8/s400/13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238549475718824882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another Shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMRek969-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/9TUB2N5YIQE/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMRek969-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/9TUB2N5YIQE/s400/14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238550008579160034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tony's interpretation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, my birthday is next week *squeak*. I think I might make a video showing baby pics or something just because 20 is a nice round number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-3875869838373594382?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3875869838373594382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=3875869838373594382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3875869838373594382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3875869838373594382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/08/many-faces-of-maddoxhardcore.html' title='The Many Faces of Maddoxhardcore'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SLMONwK3QCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m3mIKOwA1CM/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-1781413599053821899</id><published>2008-08-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:53:52.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostbusters!</title><content type='html'>So today when I woke up I saw my cousin's old ghostbusters proton gun that he gave me ages ago. I used to like that thing so much and I looked around my room and saw alot of stuff that I have because of sentimentalism. I realized today that I'm going to be 20 in less than 2 weeks abd I'm kinda terrified of growing up (peter pan complex anyone?). I love being here in my home where everything is free and I have clean clothes whenever I want them and stuff. It freaks me out that I won't have that kind of treatment in a long time. I thought about this when I was like 12 years old and the fear grew and grew and now I'm almost 20 and I don't know what is going to become of me. I really want some independence but I'm just too used to this kind of life that I don't know what I should or shouldn't do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a  video about the gun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz_X_JeIXes&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz_X_JeIXes&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-1781413599053821899?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1781413599053821899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=1781413599053821899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1781413599053821899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1781413599053821899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/08/ghostbusters.html' title='Ghostbusters!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-5905962670159442831</id><published>2008-08-09T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:59:32.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Browsing through my files...</title><content type='html'>I came across this lovely piece of photography&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/Bonezjc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MartitayMaicol.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/Bonezjc/MartitayMaicol.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was 16 then! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-5905962670159442831?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/5905962670159442831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=5905962670159442831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5905962670159442831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5905962670159442831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/08/browsing-through-my-files.html' title='Browsing through my files...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7456750632523213952</id><published>2008-08-03T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:45:25.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People's vacations and job hunt</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I should talk to you directly instead of just talking to myself which leads me to think that I might be crazy although I think I am so that's ok and now I just started rambling and this is why I fucking hate vlogs because I jump from subject to subject without making any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and some other relatives boarded a plane to Orlando this morning. It makes me kinda sad because I haven't got on a plane in 10 years, can you believe that?. I'll be home alone for 9 whole days, in which I hope to find a suitable job for me. I've been considering getting a job in another Friday's because jesus know the pay is good. And I need money real fast to buy my macbook in november, when I plan to go to college. On the other hand, I don't want to wast myself as I did in the restaurant. I really felt that I was more capable of doing my manager's job that he did (If you only saw him using a computer...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to have my own money to buy stuff that I'll regret I bought. Like right now I want  a new DS game and I can't buy it because my current budget is... $0.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I've been doing this past days. Job Hunting! whee. I got my nose patch removed today! and it feels weird. REALLY weird. My skin is so sensible right now and kinda greasy which is gross. ew. I'll stop the nose talking now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay I'm done writing this. cya soon blog! hopefully with a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-7456750632523213952?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7456750632523213952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7456750632523213952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7456750632523213952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7456750632523213952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/08/peoples-vacations-and-job-hunt.html' title='People&apos;s vacations and job hunt'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-3893992798851222037</id><published>2008-07-24T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:17:41.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog About My Ipod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so many people have told me that my ipod must be crazy, mainly because of the songs I have there. And it's true, I have a very diverse music taste. I know how to recognize good music ans stuff. But I'm also a criminal for listening to catchy poppy songs, or anyting commercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided I'm going to separate the artists in some categories in this blog because I want to blog, but I don't know what about. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artists I'm proud of being in my ipod:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*AC/DC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Adele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Aerosmith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Anna Nalick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Björk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Christina Aguilera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Daft Punk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Led Zeppelin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nightwish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nine Inch Nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nirvana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Opeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Regina Spektor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Sugarcubes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Bravery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Hives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Strokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Spice Girls (yes, I like them. Very much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there's more. Now, the fun part starts here, where I shall name artist that embarass me and my ipod, but they have a 1 hit wonder (in my mind).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Alizee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Amy Adams (Jesus...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Aqua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ashlee Simpson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Black Eyed Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Britney Spears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Brittany Murphy (what have I done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Celine Dion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Charo (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Destiny's Child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Fergie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Gwen Stefani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hannah Montana (How exactly did I get one of her songs?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*JC Chasez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*J-Lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Josie &amp;amp; The Pussycats (wtf???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Justin Timberlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Lil' Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Lindsay Lohan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nicole Kidman (again, wtf???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*t.A.T.u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A-Teens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Pipettes  (PULL SHAPES)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*30 Seconds to Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*50 Cent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for a final category, the 'how the f*ck did this get here', featuring the talents of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(click them for a yt vid!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksNREooRxdQ"&gt;Alicia Villareal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBiK-lXgn7E"&gt;Banda Blanca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wegA1OPLGuc"&gt;Calle 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12KCYpks4W0"&gt;Daniela Romo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcX_cx96JWs"&gt;Gaviota&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBrVBmcMGAg"&gt;Kristina Chen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAl8RgSQGaA"&gt;La Tigresa del Oriente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZMyvB8luYc"&gt;Gordolfo Gelatino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4aWZZonr1A"&gt;Ozzy Osbourne WITH Miss Piggy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G03edz_1DmE"&gt;Paquita la del Barrio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-NnWHOUuKw"&gt;Reba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_NTgInrRAs"&gt;Valentina Hasan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyBMymSlA-A"&gt;Xuxa (the woman who made porn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that's about it. But if you think you've seen all of my ipod YOU'RE TERRIBLY WRONG. I've only posted like 30% of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-3893992798851222037?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3893992798851222037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=3893992798851222037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3893992798851222037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3893992798851222037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-about-my-ipod.html' title='A Blog About My Ipod'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-947798288364674714</id><published>2008-07-17T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:15:03.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Balloon Friend (Behind the Scenes)</title><content type='html'>Couple days ago, (nights that is) I was trying to fall asleeeep when suddenly something stuck into my head. A nice balloon named Becky. As soon I saw her pretty face I came up with a video idea, it took me 10 seconds to get out of bed turn on the lights and sketch Becky and a concept.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to wait until today to record it because all the tape I had on my face was starting to come off, and I had to go to the doctor (TO DISCOVER THAT I'LL HAVE NEW TAPE ON MY FACE FOR 2 MORE WEEKS), and blaaah blaaah, blaaah. I've never had so much fun doing a video. It just felt right. until I started editing with my brand new sony vegas 5 that I don't know how to use. AAAANYWAYS. I even swallowed my gum while recording... but that didn't matter! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up saving a HUUGE file and importing it to movie maker. Here's the video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_iRujDZNeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_iRujDZNeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I used a pin to busrt the balloon and it hurt. I have a mark on my arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SIANHEfK25I/AAAAAAAAADI/BEtPRhtNIFo/s400/Bonez008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't care because I started getting feedback liek 2 minutes after I posted the video. and I'm really please with it. Maybe I'll be making some more videos that are as perfect as this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-947798288364674714?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/947798288364674714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=947798288364674714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/947798288364674714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/947798288364674714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-balloon-friend-behind-scenes.html' title='My Balloon Friend (Behind the Scenes)'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SIANHEfK25I/AAAAAAAAADI/BEtPRhtNIFo/s72-c/Bonez008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-5734805039090638504</id><published>2008-07-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:01:52.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahaha</title><content type='html'>just something that I just found:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the man: Hi, I'd like to report a flood, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://hazmeelchingadofavor.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/inundacion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-5734805039090638504?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/5734805039090638504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=5734805039090638504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5734805039090638504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5734805039090638504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahahaha.html' title='hahahaha'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-5197699172399345970</id><published>2008-07-14T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:48:01.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My take on BlogTV</title><content type='html'>You hear the rumours, still, you don't think that'll happen to you. BUT IT DOES. BLOGTV IS FREAKING ADDICTIVE. hem. yeah.I used to think this was stickam all over again, but no, oh noes, it's just better. way better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was just a good day, internet speaking, I discovered &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/luvthecanadian"&gt;luvthecanadian&lt;/a&gt; and omg does that girl is amazing or what?. She has a great voice, and has that something that makes you smile. yayaya, I've been watching alot of new youtubers lately, each one as awesome as the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the point. I saw that Andrianna has a show in BlogTV and I became all excited about it. And the I saw tony's show was coming up and sat there and was sooo fun :D. I got to dance with the king of the prom: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/jabazzy"&gt;Jabazzy&lt;/a&gt;. But I'm not a great dancer, I think I stepped on her feet a couple of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways. Long story short: BLOGTV &gt; PORN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pshheeesh, who wants porn when you can have BlogTV :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, Andriana's video: S.N.O. blaaah something something something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZx5F0VHU9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZx5F0VHU9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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/1226344665998494801-5197699172399345970?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/5197699172399345970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=5197699172399345970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5197699172399345970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5197699172399345970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-take-on-blogtv.html' title='My take on BlogTV'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-2658863884237434337</id><published>2008-07-09T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:15:04.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time for a blog :D</title><content type='html'>so yeah, I've been doing a lot of  stuff (NOT) and I just felt like making a blog about it. Woah, I can't believe I'm actually saying that!!, someone loves his bloooog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so I had a nose surgery on the 4rth of july. Whenever I said I needed a nose surgery, most of the people were like 'omg, that's so superficial' and stuff, but in reality, I NEEDED THAT NOSEJOB. The reason? well, since I have memory (that could be translated like 5 or 6 years ago) I haven't been able to breathe properly, but I thought it was normal. So anyways, I got to the hospital and I was surprisingly calm, I was kinda excited to know what the whole anestesia thing was about, and I just had to breathe some weird gas and I fell asleeeeeeep.... and I remember I dreamed! but I can't remeber why. That's so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, the doctor said I've been having an awesome recovery, and took away the... hard... thing... covering my nose, whatever. Now I just have some tape on it and in 4 weeks I'll be a good as new. Not that I'm not rigth now, but since they had to actually break my nose it kinda hurts :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily did the nicest thing in a video! look!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YD6lBT5Yfmw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YD6lBT5Yfmw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't look at her hair, she wasn't supposed to make a video that day :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, what else. oh Dinzla! omg! she's like my newest yt addiction! I haven't seen all of her videos yet, maybe tomorrow, but yeah, she's from iceland and the first thing I thought about was 'Björk' mainly because I don't know anything about that country except that it's where bjork was born. Then I went to her blog and her banner made literally 'lol'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SHVxN_3BAlI/AAAAAAAAADA/sEKIiUbX1yk/s1600-h/blogbanner3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SHVxN_3BAlI/AAAAAAAAADA/sEKIiUbX1yk/s400/blogbanner3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221203828300382802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cool is that? I mean, I've always been kinda angry about stereotypes (did I spelled that right?) but she just messed with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on other news, my summer list will have to wait a little because of STUPID SURGERY FROM HELL, that doesn't let me leave my house in a couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this has been a decent length post rigth? I lovedit, I shall blog more, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-2658863884237434337?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/2658863884237434337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=2658863884237434337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/2658863884237434337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/2658863884237434337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-for-blog-d.html' title='it&apos;s time for a blog :D'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/SHVxN_3BAlI/AAAAAAAAADA/sEKIiUbX1yk/s72-c/blogbanner3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-8557897291177634489</id><published>2008-06-16T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:56:39.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Summer's to-do-list</title><content type='html'>Title explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Learn to fly :D&lt;br /&gt;*Getting rich and spend all that money in stupidities&lt;br /&gt;*Record a full length album&lt;br /&gt;*Direct my own Broadway Musical: 'TURIBUS: The Broadway Musical'&lt;br /&gt;*Win a Tony for that (xDD)&lt;br /&gt;*Develop magic powers&lt;br /&gt;*Move out from my parents&lt;br /&gt;*Make a commercial about the dangers of cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;*Solve the water problems all around the world (because I'm a good boy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-8557897291177634489?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8557897291177634489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=8557897291177634489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8557897291177634489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8557897291177634489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/06/fantasy-summers-to-do-list.html' title='Fantasy Summer&apos;s to-do-list'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7145882785986324685</id><published>2008-06-11T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:19:15.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's to-do-list</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm finally free of school and books and shit for a while, I can blog again! (yaaay). So I'm coming up with an *cough* original idea *cough* which has nothing to do with &lt;a href="http://gabys-world.blogdrive.com"&gt;Sorcy's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO DO IN THIS SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I want to paint more :D&lt;br /&gt;* Get a job that doesn't take all of my time&lt;br /&gt;* Getting my rhinoplasty *~*&lt;br /&gt;* Start making videos on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;* Figure out what the hell is wrong with my metabolism&lt;br /&gt;* Decide what am I majoring in&lt;br /&gt;* Organize my ipod&lt;br /&gt;* Get my visa *0*&lt;br /&gt;* I want to plant Strawberries :)&lt;br /&gt;* Check out my university&lt;br /&gt;* Excercise my memory&lt;br /&gt;* Convincing my mom to get me a camera&lt;br /&gt;* READ MORE BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now. I hope I'll update this a little more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-7145882785986324685?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7145882785986324685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7145882785986324685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7145882785986324685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7145882785986324685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/06/summers-to-do-list.html' title='Summer&apos;s to-do-list'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-5342950738912863381</id><published>2008-03-23T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:48:09.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it</title><content type='html'>First of all , I haven't write anything because I'm on vacation. Sue me. I'm the only one who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One missed call. Ugh! that movie sucks! and everyone in my country is making a HUGE deal out of it, just because Ana Claudia Talancon is in it. It's just... ugh! she doesn't even have the lead role, she dies 30 minutes after the movie starts. Don't get me wrong, I think it's great that she's pulling a Salma but... eh... that people get aufully exited about some stupid movie like that, it's annoying, and proves that this country is going to the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was Stephen King's IT. DAMN WAS I SCARED OF THAT CLOWN. Tim Curry, you have my respect. So the clowns great, but the movie sucks! I mean, the whole story sucks but I didn't know it was THAT bad. Crappy effects. Crappy performances. Crappy ligths. IT'S CRAP. But I like that movie, not because of THE MOVIE ITSELF, but because I can't believe that such a bad movie could make me feel so afraid of taking a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST FINISHED SUPER MARIO BROS 3!!!!1!!!! OMG!! xD sry, It's just that I've been playing that game (not daily of course) since I was 5. When I sold my SNES that game went as well, but my mother bougth me th gba thing and today I finally finished that game! It's so exiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wz3BuYYhnn0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wz3BuYYhnn0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try that! MARK MY WORDS XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-5342950738912863381?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/5342950738912863381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=5342950738912863381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5342950738912863381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5342950738912863381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-3986152566919295869</id><published>2008-03-10T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:42:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woah, It's been a month already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***WARNING***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post migth contain a lot of nasty details, read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, so I'm quitting my job. yaaaay. Well, not exactly 'yaaaay' since It's going to get harder to get that damn macbook by the end of april, we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I quitting? oh that's easy! I'm all fucking stressed out!!! grrr, I hate stress, I thougth I had been under stress but I had no effing idea what was I talking about! Last nigth I decided I was going to leave that place (that horrible horrible HORRIBLE place). When I came back home I was feeling really sick. I had been coughing the whole day but until nigth settled down my throat started to ache, and I hate throataches... xD is that a word? well, if it's not I just invented one, happy?. I took a shower and was "fine" for a while, until I went to bed. I caugth a fever! Damn! and to top all that... *drums please*... I've been struggling with diarrhea the whola damn day!!!!. Ugh!. So to sum it all up, since I've been working up to who knows how many hours a day I've been feeling: sleepy, tired, bored, constipated, hungry, dirty, ached and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a job at blockbuster since they pay by hours, who knows I just hope I'll make it in time!! ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and those are not only the reasons I'm quitting! OH NO SIR THERE'S MORE TO COME!&lt;br /&gt;I was beated up by the guys in the kitchen. They weren't fired. I was pissed. A new guy came in, I was supposed to train him but couldn't since I don't have to work on mondays. He does everything wrong, I'm the one who gets blamed. One of the managers is a stupid fatass that keeps nagging me. Another manager is a little retarded. The last manager is kinda cool, but he didn't gave me any kind of welcome.&lt;br /&gt;blah, I'm getting angry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-3986152566919295869?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3986152566919295869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=3986152566919295869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3986152566919295869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3986152566919295869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/03/woah-its-been-month-already.html' title='woah, It&apos;s been a month already?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-1574509469528654434</id><published>2008-02-25T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:10:45.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss time, I like money</title><content type='html'>I won around $120 usd last week, which is awesome, but I had to pay up some debts. I realize I have no willpower to keep that money safe, just today I bought a cd. I don't want to spend it, I want my macbook. Good news is that I'll definetely get it by the end of april, which is awesome cuz I'll be able to make my final presentation with it, how cool? (I really should be starting with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my free time, my 200000 hours of sleep and my 095703458348 hours on youtube. I really do miss it, but just wait until I get my macbook, my camera and my Ipod. I'll  be FREE. FREE FROM THAT HORRIBLE JOB. Actually it's pretty nice, I just hate my manager, cuz he's an ass, and looks like a pokemon. there's another manager who is really awesome. This last week I've been able to apreciate the little free time that I have! I have mondays and wednesdays off, but I have to go the rest of the week until the restaurant closes it's doors. THEN I have to wait a whole hour because I like to get paid everyday, and I have to clean up the station. I got used to it really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I just hope that I can hold on... I WILL GETTHAT MACBOOK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-1574509469528654434?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1574509469528654434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=1574509469528654434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1574509469528654434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1574509469528654434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-time-i-like-money.html' title='I miss time, I like money'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7397229487787757571</id><published>2008-02-20T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:21:06.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the job</title><content type='html'>woah! I can't believe how busy I've been! my feet are hurting like MAD. But I'm happy with that job, I would have liked to be a waiter, but there's so much to learn. SOMEDAY I WILL THOUGH. THe restaurant was sold! I didn't know that until yesterday! jesus, I want to buy my macbook, but if this thing was sold who knows what will happen to my job. Schedules are kinda tight, but that's because the manager is an asswhole (a 'pokemon' acording to some guy at work) and refures to give me only weekends. I only have mondays and wednesdays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a video! yeah! the 5 tag thing, and it came out pretty well I daresay. I want to make more of this things! but I refuse to do it until I have my macbook, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to say... I'm always sleepy. I better buy some RedBull, will that keep me awake at school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-7397229487787757571?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7397229487787757571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7397229487787757571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7397229487787757571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7397229487787757571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-job.html' title='I got the job'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7525393347449137764</id><published>2008-02-11T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:38:50.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M HYPER</title><content type='html'>I'M HYPER I DON'T KNOW WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Friday's today and filled an aplication, I miss some papers which I'll go get tomorrow instead of school, then I have to come back for the ACTUAL interview. I HAVE SO MUCH HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, this was a waste of post, I'm sorry blog, I won't do this to you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-7525393347449137764?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7525393347449137764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7525393347449137764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7525393347449137764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7525393347449137764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-hyper.html' title='I&apos;M HYPER'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-1443651872917665791</id><published>2008-02-10T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:37:24.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged</title><content type='html'>DEAR JESUS, I never thought I would be tagged that was a very akward surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about that video. I'll have to use my mom's cam! &gt;8D hehe, because I don't have a webcam, nor a MAC, nor a digital camera of my own so... that's why... yeah. BUT NOT TO WORRY! As I told &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/user/evalilyann"&gt;Eva&lt;/a&gt; (the awesome dutch girl who tagged me) I WILL make that video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME DAY TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up REALLY late, so I was kinda expecting to get scolded or something. But it didn't happen! Instead I won an invitation to have lunch with my family. Where? T.G.I Fridays!.&lt;br /&gt;I love bbq sauce.... So, my mother kept telling me to see the manager to ask for a job, so I did. He was kinda busy but he told me to come back tomorrow at 6. HOPEFULLY I'LL GET THAT JOB! THAT PLACE IS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my aunt's and watched part of the grammys with my cousin (Amy Winehouse = Song of the Year. Take that Rihanna!). Then came back home and saw that I was tagged. :D haha. Minutes ago, as I was feeling lucky I asked my mother to let me open my headphones. I haven't paint the storage so... xD... I GOT THEM AFTER A WHILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh. my life is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-1443651872917665791?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1443651872917665791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=1443651872917665791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1443651872917665791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1443651872917665791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-6424193307565762649</id><published>2008-02-07T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:55:51.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wallet was stolen</title><content type='html'>Well actually I lost it, but I told my parents that it was stolen because it was a gift from my sister and it had ALL OF MY ID'S. If I have stalkers, please, just give me back the wallet, I liked it alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-6424193307565762649?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6424193307565762649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=6424193307565762649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6424193307565762649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6424193307565762649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-wallet-was-stolen.html' title='My wallet was stolen'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-293553660647523286</id><published>2008-02-06T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:52:38.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUSHWINK!</title><content type='html'>A note to hushwink, one of my favorite youtubers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/Bonezjc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hushwink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 612px" height="658" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/Bonezjc/hushwink.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH BLEH; it got all pixely and nasty, go &lt;a href="http://s73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/Bonezjc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hushwink.jpg"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and check out a better quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you haven't checked her out, just watch this video to see what I'm talking about:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8uLb0vgBNkE&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8uLb0vgBNkE&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-293553660647523286?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/293553660647523286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=293553660647523286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/293553660647523286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/293553660647523286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-huswink.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUSHWINK!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-8228582459653880176</id><published>2008-02-05T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:15:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zayurai</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a friend IM me telling me that he needed help with a character (wtf?) and me, being the desinger that I am decided to help him. Well, that and the fact that we've been friends for liek almost 10 years now. So he goes like 'she's a modern samurai with a threatening look'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF! xD I bursted out laughing! I really didn't mean to! but I still don't know where that character is going to end up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT* In a forum. some kind of creepy anime forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nearly backed out in the last minute, but bleh, I had nothing better to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, first I came up with this sketch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163704038583210562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R6kpdvEAkkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WPW3vHLmfhk/s400/Bonez057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he copied my sketch and did this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163704304871182930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R6kptPEAklI/AAAAAAAAACE/NNoYDTURj9g/s400/Zayurai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today I drew something else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163706585498817122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R6krx_EAkmI/AAAAAAAAACM/nizW0mcbh5M/s320/ya+me+canse2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;THEN he was like 'what color d'you think I should use?' and due to the inflence about certain person who I migth blog about later on I replied: 'PURPLE AND BLUE'. He sent me this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163707517506720370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R6ksoPEAknI/AAAAAAAAACU/7QddRMST2yE/s400/9p2D5BE.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got scared so I decided to color it for him. This is the FINAL result, and I'm pleased with it, even though it doesn't reflect what I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163708032902795906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R6ktGPEAkoI/AAAAAAAAACc/hP2mU4j2JFE/s400/ya+me+canse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, turns out her name is Zayurai, and she's a modern samurai. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-8228582459653880176?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8228582459653880176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=8228582459653880176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8228582459653880176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8228582459653880176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/zayurai.html' title='Zayurai'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R6kpdvEAkkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WPW3vHLmfhk/s72-c/Bonez057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-5684027961403725759</id><published>2008-02-03T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:56:21.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updatey</title><content type='html'>so, I've realized how useful this blog thing came to be, I didn't think I wouyld be keeping it for so long. Since I've been writing here I find it easier to remember things without looking for them! how awesome! I found a cure to my premature loss of memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, I went to check some prices for macbooks and I gotta say they're pretty expensive! but my mama told me I could use her credit card if I have a job, so, that's kinda like a top priority rigth now. Today I went with my mom to return some pants she said they didn't fit. So anyways I told her I wanted to go to mixup to look for a movie. AND I FOUND IT! ONLY $5 MOAHAWHAWHAW ok I'll stop. Dancer in the Dark with Björk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were about to leave the store I found the most beautiful headset there could ever be. but I don't have ANY money so I had to leave there in that cold store to rot...&lt;br /&gt;After a while my mom brought up the subjet 'I want to paint the storage' and told me she would buy the headset if I painted it. and of course I said yes! n__n I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... I'm guessing I'll be painting this weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-5684027961403725759?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/5684027961403725759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=5684027961403725759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5684027961403725759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/5684027961403725759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/updatey.html' title='updatey'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-1177762316045593044</id><published>2008-02-01T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:00:21.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I COULDN'T F*KING DO IT!</title><content type='html'>DAMMIT! I SHOULD HAVE KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I thought it was a good idea to see my moms reaction to the phrase 'I want to dye my hair'. BAD IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started yelling at me! and I was like wtf? trying to remain cool (I did :D). I was all like, 'well, duh, I'm not getting a tattoo or a piercing! and  would really love to have one of those as well'.&lt;br /&gt;Then she threatened me to stop giving me money for the week because I'm not using it properly. HA! as if. anyways like I care about the money I'll be taking applications tomorrow if I find some of my photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I wanted to scare her, so I went to her with a hoodie on, not showing my hair and she freaked out! XD she even told me that I culdn't keep living in my house if I dyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me? I think it's menopause. I think I'll post a pic I'll do with photoshop sometime this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-1177762316045593044?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1177762316045593044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=1177762316045593044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1177762316045593044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/1177762316045593044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-couldnt-fking-do-it.html' title='I COULDN&apos;T F*KING DO IT!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-8183566117037297598</id><published>2008-01-30T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:15:06.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde or Burnette?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you may (or may not) know I'm a blonde. Now, that's pretty damn weird around these parts I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently (as I grow up handsomer) I hear these kind of comments daily:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-'HEY BLONDIE!' - weird girl in the subway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-'Hello blondie' - Mario, the doorman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-'That'll be $5 Blondie' - A woman in the market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-'C'MON BLONDIE!' - My trainer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've been thinking about dying it to dark brown! I'm fed up with my blonde blondiness and the things it carries... but I do like my hair, so I'm kinda afraid I'm going to lose that color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to lose it anyway, I was MUCH blonder when I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me, today (well, not today, but that's my color)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161494690226278962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R6FQEvEAkjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4Jf-a7wKgW8/s400/HPIM1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, yeah, I think I'm doing it this friday (I just hope I don't chicken out). My dad freaked out when I told him. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-8183566117037297598?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8183566117037297598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=8183566117037297598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8183566117037297598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8183566117037297598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/blonde-or-burnette.html' title='Blonde or Burnette?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R6FQEvEAkjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4Jf-a7wKgW8/s72-c/HPIM1046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-8574597073608788568</id><published>2008-01-28T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:43:55.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRENCH LESSONS</title><content type='html'>yeah, so I went to my neighbour (aw shit, did I spelled that allrigth?) and she became all exited about giving me lessons. Even her sister stood on a chair staring at me which was kinda weird but bleh, I want to learn french, no matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I'm supposed so bring my books and notebooks next tuesday, but my books suck ass, I never keep them nicely done and stuff, they're all dirty and doodled. Anyways, I'm really exited because I could tell that she KNOWS french (she lived there for like 17 years) unlike my teacher who knows it, but prefers to speak in spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-8574597073608788568?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8574597073608788568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=8574597073608788568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8574597073608788568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/8574597073608788568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/french-lessons.html' title='FRENCH LESSONS'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-399405545658359702</id><published>2008-01-27T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:40:30.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think I'm going to college...</title><content type='html'>for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so I've been kinda scared of university I don't know why, nor have I talked about this with someone (I mean I've mentioned to some peoples, but that's it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I scared? well, firstly, getting into the only free collenge down here is reeeeeaaaaally hard (yes, I'm poor and I have to go to a free college :P. But don't get it wrong, it's actually a very good one!) because everyone wants to be in it. Even rich people. So yeah, since the exam is about everything I don't stand much of a chance rigth now, I failed physics, chem, and math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I don't think I'm ready for college yet. I need to learn how to be responsible and geting used to a shit load of hard work, and get to mature a bit cuz I'm still a kid n__n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I want a macbook. YES I want one with my entire heart and soul, but my parents absolutely refuse to buy me one so I'll have to buy it myself. The thing about it is that I've never used a Mac in my entire life, and there's the new Macbook Air! but that one doesn't have a cd thingie so I guess I won't get that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,the plan for this year is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finishing High School!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study something like locution or voicing over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GETTING A MACBOOK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning a new lenguage. Like french or something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;er... oh yeah, do a course to pass the exam to college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-399405545658359702?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/399405545658359702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=399405545658359702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/399405545658359702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/399405545658359702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-think-im-going-to-college.html' title='I don&apos;t think I&apos;m going to college...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-4847217577927122444</id><published>2008-01-27T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:18:14.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm JC and I'm addicted to the internet</title><content type='html'>In spite of this post may be turning into an emo-post, I have to get this thing out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've been thinking about this and, it's probably not such a big deal, but I tend to over react about everything. The thing is that few weks ago I discovered that I'm not living the present as I should do. One of the thins I do is that I keep thinking about my future and how is it gonna be like. The bad thing about it is that I'm not even enjoying my present because all I do is think about the future, which gives me as a result bad grades and almost no social life, in spite of what has been written here before. I mean, I do go to parties, I do my homework (sometimes), I go out with my friends, but, from all of my classmates and people that I know, I'm the one that keeps making excuses about it, and I don't go out as much as everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;With all that time in my hands, I do nothing better that to think of what will it be of me in a few years time, and the rest of that time, I spend it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube, has become an addiction, I spend there daily from 3 to 6 hours, instead of doing something productive like, painting, desinging, trying to learn french (a neibourgh told me she would give me free lessons, but I'll move on to that later), etc. I don't know how to figth this addiction, or control it, I've tried setting a time like, 'I'll stop at 9:oo because I have to shower' but then 9:00 comes up and then 9:30 and then 10:00 until eventually someone turns off the modem and tells me to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be really smart for some reason, I liked school, I had good grades, I enjoyed getting up early just to go to school, and I had fun inside it, besides classes. Now, I find it really hard to cope with all that work, and things that I'm not interested in, I chosed to take more artsy lessons for my senior year, but even so, I still have to take math and psycology, and I hate those subjects, I hate them with my heart and soul, I can't focus on one class even if I try really hard, nothing seems to stick into my brain like it used to. But even so, I want to finish high school with good grades and stuff, It's just that I find it really hard to concentrate on things that I don't understand, or that I'm not interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole bunch of ideas for paintings and videos, but there never seems to be time to do them, and I think I know why. It's this computer dammit! Last week whe I was out of power I painted that spongebob, and I enjoyed myself. So, what should I do? throw my computer to the garbage? I don't think so. Shall I learn to live with this addiction? I don't want to. Then, what can I do to improve my quality of life? fight it. How? I have no fucking idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this is just late teen angst or something. *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-4847217577927122444?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4847217577927122444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=4847217577927122444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4847217577927122444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4847217577927122444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-doing-something-with-my-life.html' title='I&apos;m JC and I&apos;m addicted to the internet'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-3218792799190843764</id><published>2008-01-26T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:15:06.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The JC Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160300508929364514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R50R-PEAkiI/AAAAAAAAABs/mVy-H1LIrrs/s400/thejcgame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don't know, but I think I'm getting better at Photoshop n___n though, you can still se that is clearly a photoshop because there are some weird spots on the screens and those are from the DS's menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 guy fell for it though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-3218792799190843764?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3218792799190843764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=3218792799190843764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3218792799190843764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3218792799190843764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/jc-game.html' title='The JC Game'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R50R-PEAkiI/AAAAAAAAABs/mVy-H1LIrrs/s72-c/thejcgame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7278234980220643312</id><published>2008-01-24T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:15:07.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bithday Present</title><content type='html'>Check out this piece of awesomeness that I made for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159248349316026898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R5lVCfEAkhI/AAAAAAAAABk/peftJJFqrUE/s400/Bonez048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used ink and watercolors. And some nice candle light because my power was out x'D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SIDENOTE: Don't be like Spongebob kids, don't do drugs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you haven't seen that character on YouTube, here it is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5xqf1z8i4A&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5xqf1z8i4A&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&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/1226344665998494801-7278234980220643312?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7278234980220643312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7278234980220643312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7278234980220643312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7278234980220643312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/bithday-present.html' title='A Bithday Present'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R5lVCfEAkhI/AAAAAAAAABk/peftJJFqrUE/s72-c/Bonez048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7834107817401397916</id><published>2008-01-24T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:28:08.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About what happened yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday something really really weird happened, not just to me, but to the whole city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get this presentation done, when it happened... *weird terror music*&lt;br /&gt;As I was typing I noticed that there was a lot of wind (I notice that because if my back door is open my bathroom lights slam against the celing, I don't know why). So anyways, I went to the door with all the intention to close it and then I noticed... IT WAS CLOSED DUM DUM DUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a wind storm! hehe I don't know if that even exist, but yesterday sure looked like one. More than 3/4 of the city lost power, I only recovered mine this morning. 4 people died, around 30 trees fell, 2 gigantic ads fell, 57 car accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly felt like I was going to drift out to Oz at any moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-7834107817401397916?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7834107817401397916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7834107817401397916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7834107817401397916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7834107817401397916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-what-happened-yesterday.html' title='About what happened yesterday'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-4337885711925202937</id><published>2008-01-24T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:28:33.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout!</title><content type='html'>U like? I loved it! I made the banner today in class haha, what a way to waste class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-4337885711925202937?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4337885711925202937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=4337885711925202937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4337885711925202937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/4337885711925202937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-3568089443222486123</id><published>2008-01-19T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:20:08.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School, Parties and YouTube Partnership</title><content type='html'>See? I knew that I would keep this thing going on daily, and the worst part is that I've thought about making entries about random stuff. Probably because I've been really busy with school and parties... hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lask week was insane, I came back to school and all the teachers were really tired and gave us a lot of work, so they could just chill out in the desk, but on the other hand, I did terribly last term, so I really really need to keep up with that load of work ;__;. I had to do a presentation about }Da Vinci, for my history of art class, and I was looking forward to it, because I already had this huge folder with info and pics, so the talking part was going to be a piece of cake. The thing I was looking forward on it was that I was planing to make a video of me talking to the mona lisa, but the funny part is that she would be a total bitch (think of britney talking). Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get a mic, so the making had to wait for like 1 day before the actual presentation, when I managed to borrow a mic from a teacher, but then my mother rented a movie and she wanted me to watch it, and my siter (who was gonna play the mona lisa) came back from work really exausted. Anyways it came out pretty well I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a par-tay! wohoo, I haven't been in one in ages, whew. So, I was supposed to go to my cousin's birthday party (the thing turned six!), and I was planning that It would start around 4ish, but turned out it didn't. It started at "6:30" (actually my aunt arrived at 7:45) but I couldn't stay because I had to be at my friends at 8:30. Long story short, I got to my friends at 8:45 and then off to the party. It was really cool, there was a karaoke machine, and not too many people, so it was all good. The only thing I didn't liked was that... ummm... we had a guy last year in our school that was gay (REALLY GAY), and I don't have problems with that, it's just that this guy was too posessive with the people that I know, so I didn't want to be around him that much. Anyways, he was at the party... or should I say, she was at the pary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (she?) was wearing a dress, high heels, and blue wig. When I saw him I was kinda like smiling but with a clear expression that said "OMG!". Again, I don't have a problem with that (even though I would prefer not to be around drag queens that much...), but at least he should have chosen something less... flashy you know?. Even the waiters where like... angry because he was in diva mode, and kept snapping his fingers to them and... ugh. Noone deserves to be treated like that, no matter their work, social position, orientation, education, religion or whatevah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was all good, we had a contest (hosted by none other that my blue haired friend) and I won a bottle of Vodka! xD. And turns out I don't sing that bad. Mind me, I do think I sing terribly, but yesterday I won the karaoke contest and everyone told me I singed nice. So now I know I can be "hearable" when I'm under pressure haha. Next week I have another partyyyy, so I'll bring the booze!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was wandering around my daily dose of YouTube, I came to this question "what does it take to become a partner?". Honestly speaking, I don't want to become a partner to be paid, I just want one of those banners and getting to know more people. Now, I have like 16 subs, and all (or most of) my videos have copyrigthted material. I normally don't make videos for the world, I make them for my friend because I like them I we had fun filming and such, so that's why I don't expect people to watch them. Anyways, I'm drifting out. I found a form to become a youtube partner and it said something like, 'only create original content' FAILED, 'own the copyrigth' FAILED FAILED, 'have &lt;strong&gt;thousands&lt;/strong&gt; of subscribers' FAILED FAILED FAILED, 'only live on U.S or Canada' FAI... wait, WHAT?. That's rigth! they're denying the entry to the rest of the world! I was a little offended but I realize I always make big deal out of nothing, so I thought about it. Maybe you have to live there so you can get the deposits on your account. But then I thought about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/paperlilies"&gt;Paperlilies&lt;/a&gt; (one of my fav youtuberz). She lives in London!, that's a whole other continent!, how come she can be a partner and not the rest of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... nasty buissness this youtube thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit- Wow, this came up to be a huge blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-3568089443222486123?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3568089443222486123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=3568089443222486123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3568089443222486123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3568089443222486123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-parties-and-youtube-partnership.html' title='School, Parties and YouTube Partnership'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-6973594649322084364</id><published>2008-01-15T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:15:07.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion King</title><content type='html'>I'm going to see The lion King Musical!!!!! xD ok, maybe I overdid it, but I don't care, it's my blog and I'll post whatever the heck I want :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the story: The Lion King Cheetah Tour (or something) came to my country, now, that's a BIG this, because theatre here is serioulsy fucked up. So, when I first heard this, I didn't know that it was the same as in broadway, I remember thinking like "wtf, another musical in spanish, pffffft". So I didn't save up money for it. But, THEN I found out it was the original version and I was like 'fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck' because the front row tickets are worth $150 usd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only amount I managed to raise is $18, and that's at the very last row of the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my cousin and my aunt went to see it (front row of course) and they were all like 'woah! you gotta see it!, but you won't see anything all the way up there', and I was kinda like well I don care... duuuh. Then my other cousin and I were talking and said that he wanted to go see it too, so I offered him to come with me. After a few days of him being kinda like in a ' I don't want to be up there' mood, he told me to saise up to $30 and he would pay the rest to go one floor below (that's why I cleaned the storage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we went to get the tickets, but when I got to his house he was like "I don't know if you'll want this offer, but I can get tickets of $75, and you would pay me taping my gigs'. And I was so happy! cause that's just behind the $150 tickets! and of the bottom floor! I'm so exited! I have the best cousin EVAAAAAH. oh, and here's a pic of the tickets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155911583133558306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R416RIX_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H9p8DD1G6AE/s400/tike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-6973594649322084364?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6973594649322084364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=6973594649322084364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6973594649322084364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/6973594649322084364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/lion-king.html' title='The Lion King'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R416RIX_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H9p8DD1G6AE/s72-c/tike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-7811038181421087142</id><published>2008-01-14T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:55:29.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's fucking freezing!</title><content type='html'>jesus, I can't bgelieve it's so cold! it's already 6:45 pm and the temperature keeps going down and down, and down. And yeah, it may be winter but it wasn't this cold last year, or the one before. I'm just thankful that it's not snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about living in the second biggest city in the world is that you get to see really weird people. Like today for instance: I was coming back home from school and I had to take the subway, bad enough luck, the train was aready in the station when I got there, so I couldn't get a seat, and when that happens I like to stay close to the doors because sometimes I can't get out (bohoo). Anyways, about 2 stations away from my house, I saw this really really old man, that was either high or drunk. He was kinda laughing to himself looking at the infinity, until a woman, prob in her mid 30's walked past him. He totally cheked her out!!!! and I was trying really hard not to bust out laughing. But the creepy thing doesn't end there, that was nothing. As the womas passed him, he gave this really loud cackle and started scratching his balls (well, there was more than scratching if you know what I mean). After that, you know you have seen almost everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-7811038181421087142?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7811038181421087142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=7811038181421087142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7811038181421087142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/7811038181421087142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-fuking-freezing.html' title='It&apos;s fucking freezing!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226344665998494801.post-3553166440780464212</id><published>2008-01-13T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:15:07.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, this is a blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've decided to create a blog, why? honestly I have no idea. I'm guessing it's one of my "I gotta have this" things, lets's see how much time it takes to die out. I'm not feeling the colors, but it's staying because I'm not feeling like customizing it, it would take me hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I was in the storage, cuz my mother said that she was gonna pay me if I cleaned it up (she hasn't paid up yet...) and I realized that my parents keep a bunch of crap! like really old portraits of people which they never met, but somehow they refuse to take them out. Also, thousands of baskets (how many baskets could a middle class family need?, apparently thousands), boxes of pictures, clothes, an old book case, vintage vinil records and as odd as it sounds: a punching bag. How was I supposed to clean up the place if I had all those things ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while (and a bunch of calls to my parents) I was finally done. It's not as clean as my mother wants it, but it's the best I could do, if they want me to clean it up again, I'll happily do it, but they seriously have to get rid of many many things. I actually had fun doing it, I was up there for like 4-5 hours but I wasn't tired or anything, maybe because all my childhood memories kept under 5 tons of books and bottles of wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this awesome painting that I &lt;em&gt;HAD &lt;/em&gt;to put in my room. It's like a forest thingie with &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R4q6MYX_ZgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZlCyPAStLI/s1600-h/Bonez009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this awesome tree and a small red guy behind a lake. It's awesome!!!!!!!!!1!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155139047366026770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R4q7poX_ZhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOnhrb8s_QA/s320/Bonez009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay, so, I have to shower so I'm gonna go now. peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226344665998494801-3553166440780464212?l=bonezjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3553166440780464212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226344665998494801&amp;postID=3553166440780464212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3553166440780464212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226344665998494801/posts/default/3553166440780464212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezjc.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-this-is-blog.html' title='So, this is a blog!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863161586338257830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKG0Ld5Yzw/TpKBYfbyxFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2NvDrMoZhcc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B23.16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yxr8aB71LU/R4q7poX_ZhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOnhrb8s_QA/s72-c/Bonez009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
