<?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-1491159178748988464</id><updated>2012-01-27T22:20:01.059-08:00</updated><category term='Vacation (iPhone)'/><category term='Vacation: New York'/><category term='Spring Break: Day 2'/><category term='August 15-18'/><title type='text'>Reading the Past, Living the Future.</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a journey in itself and the realization that the future will eventually become the past. So live life to it's fullest, and never regret the everyday lessons of life. 

"Livin' day by day." -Julius</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-9012683240423245335</id><published>2011-12-11T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:53:12.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>It certainly has been awhile since I've last written in here. I haven't really given any time to myself lately. Actually, I have been giving myself more time, and I'm enjoying it. Although I do miss Cali, my home, my friends, my family, but there's things in life that you have to try, live and fight for. A dream is knocking on the door. Will you answer it or will you ignore it? Of course you would want to answer it, but unfortunately, it's not as simple as a knock on the door. You have to work hard, work harder. You have to earn it, earn respect from others that you belong there. And most importantly, you have to be confident, be Mr. Swag-off-the-charts!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've been practicing with professional Philippines Basketball Association (PBA) team Barangay Ginebra Kings. At first, I didn't really know what to expect. The first day, I was involved in drills that had me guarding good players, for example, JayJay Helterbrand, Mark Caguiao, and Mike Cortez. Those guys, I didn't really know much about until a started to hang out around them more and more. They are all really cool guys, and that goes for the rest of the team, coaching staff, staff included. But what I want now is to be respected, and battling is what I have to do to rightfully earn respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the season, there was a rough patch. There was work needed to be done. There needed to be a commitment from the team, a sense of knowing each others role. They needed to play as a team to win as a team, and if they lost as a team, collectively they would lose, but losing made the team better. It was an obstacle. The team was good! Most of the teams they lost to, it was because of the mistakes they did to themselves. Not taking care of the ball, not executing, not sharing, that's how they lost. But they ended the season on a good note, tied for 4th with Rain or Shine at 9 wins and 5 loses and also with a 4-game win streak coming in to the playoffs. And who is there first round match up? None other than Rain or Shine in a best of three series. It's not going to be a walk in the park match up, but who says anything is going to be easy without putting in work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I want my level of game to be. Better yet beyond, so I can be labeled as one of the greats. And it all starts with hard work and dedication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to all my friends and family back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-9012683240423245335?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/9012683240423245335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=9012683240423245335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/9012683240423245335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/9012683240423245335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-7262440044995414428</id><published>2011-08-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:56:37.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration of the Day: Luther Vandross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tourdates.co.uk/resources/GetImage-DN-2563-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.tourdates.co.uk/resources/GetImage-DN-2563-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? He was a legend, a voice that will probably never be duplicated again. A talent that's once in a lifetime. He voice was soothing, loving, caring; you can sense all of that coming from his voice. He helped paved the way for R&amp;B artists today whether they acknowledge it or not. Thank you Mr. Vandross, you have been one of my inspirations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-7262440044995414428?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7262440044995414428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=7262440044995414428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7262440044995414428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7262440044995414428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2011/08/inspiration-of-day-luther-vandross.html' title='Inspiration of the Day: Luther Vandross'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-797465747902778065</id><published>2011-06-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:57:37.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Energy</title><content type='html'>When I think of this world I think of how positive everything can be. If everyone had a positive attitude, there would be no war, no violence, no animosity. But reality is, the world is not perfect and unfortunately violence and war and animosity is inevitable. But to those that can use positive energy to help not only themselves, but others shows that that person is in control of their destiny and that positive energy can be contagious like a disease, but a good disease. I would call it "positivity" disease. When you have a great attitude towards something or someone, you will see how much of an affect you will see on it, him/her, whoever. When you see negativity, I mean there really is no need for it. It's really all about self-control and just being able to be calm in every situation. I know that sometimes we approach things with hostility, but all we really need to do is to take a deep breath and embrace it, and flip that negativity into positivity. Seek the truth. Live the truth. Spread the truth. One day at a time, and one day my charity organization will be a step towards a more positive me. Spread it...Positivity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-797465747902778065?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/797465747902778065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=797465747902778065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/797465747902778065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/797465747902778065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2011/06/positive-energy.html' title='Positive Energy'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-5728355636830941562</id><published>2011-05-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:47:43.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>It was one of the best weekends I've had this month! I've been just going out, and having a great time with all my friends. Haven't been able to do that in some time since all I've been doing was working and making money. I managed to meet this girl at The Office in North Park. Super fly! She's playing games, some thing that I would do. And what's funny, is that we instantly connected! She saw my birthday was on Saturday, and her birthday is today..2 days before my birthday. Gosh, she is so beautiful, and I've never had my heart skip this way since my last girl. And that was all in between 1 and 2am. Crazy right?! None of my boys wanted to participate, and just left me hangin, so I had to do it solo. Why would a group of girls just stay next to me and just chill and drink? Other guys tried to holla at her friends, and I saw her chillin at the bar lookin at her facebook, so i intervened and commented on her sexy heels! Then the game stepped in. We had so many similarities, from going to school at Cal State San Marcos to having our birthdays seperated by 2 days to loving basketball. And when a girl talks about basketball, that instantly got my attention. She's a Miami Heat fan that loves Lebron. I'm a Lakers fan that loves Kobe, but hey, I can adapt. I'ma leave it at that..to be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-5728355636830941562?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5728355636830941562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=5728355636830941562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5728355636830941562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5728355636830941562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8769621560705217246</id><published>2011-05-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:31:21.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day and Past Events</title><content type='html'>This might have been thee best week I've had a some time! And before I forget, Happy Mother's Day to all the mommys and soon to be mommys. Mad respect for y'all! So Thursday was Cinco de Mayo, and Luke hit me up to see if I wanted to hit up PB. Why not? I don't really go out often, so I decided to go out for a change, and it was by far the best decision I've made. The best nights are nights when I'm not sober because I get the truth out and I'm more direct instead of keeping in what I really want to say. Who cares right? We need to live a little, get out and get some breathing room between the stresses of life. Saw some faces I've seen, but never met and a homie's sister, and not to mention girls, girls, girls, girls...girls I do adore! Was bout to leave with one of them, but Luke wouldn't let me. Go figure right. It's all good, no need to rush anything. And she's a dope girl, nice personality, and a cutie that I couldn't resist keeping my hands off. Anyways, the randomness of that night continued on to Denny's where we met two other girls. So random, but that's how it went. Loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday is coming up Memorial Day weekend! Come out to Vegas with me and help me celebrate. Everyone is invited! It's gonna be a fun weekend, no doubt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8769621560705217246?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8769621560705217246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8769621560705217246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8769621560705217246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8769621560705217246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day-and-past-events.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day and Past Events'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8400005682178122348</id><published>2011-04-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:59:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011...Nearly Half Way Through</title><content type='html'>We envision a goal each day and in order to do it, you must do it. There's no maybe's or I thinks, you have to know you can and will in order to become the person you want to be. Take pride and have self confidence in yourself. My goal is to make the PBA, and I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is made up. There's no looking back. Only looking ahead. The future. Friends will always be there, no matter the distance. And you never know, friends that have the same goal might end up there with you living that dream. I'm gonna make it, on behalf of the people that believe me or the doubter's that don't believe me. I want it, and I don't care what it takes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MAKE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for...me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8400005682178122348?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8400005682178122348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8400005682178122348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8400005682178122348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8400005682178122348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2011/04/2011nearly-half-way-through.html' title='2011...Nearly Half Way Through'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3635927962454641887</id><published>2011-02-15T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T02:12:32.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I love that I can celebrate Valentine's Day as a single man. No money to spend my hard earn cash on, only me. So what did I do for V-day? I worked my tail off at work today, and that hard work paid off with an excellent tip out at the end of the night. And that was working in Take Out. Thankfully I had help from my co-workers and managers as it was chaotic. So Happy Valentine's Day to me. I deserve it. Feels good to be a bit selfish for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3635927962454641887?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3635927962454641887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3635927962454641887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3635927962454641887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3635927962454641887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4900643018817825863</id><published>2010-12-09T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:28:01.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renting a textbook</title><content type='html'>The experience of renting a textbook and not having a burden of trying to sell it was what intrigued me.  So I decided to rent through BarnesandNoble.com because I was already a member.  I have to admit, it was a good decision, but not after I received an email earlier this morning mentioning that I was charged $10.11 for a book that was already returned.  Why is my fault that the website suggested that I return the book on December 1st so that it would arrive in time by the 5th? And then charge me that amount after it has already been received?  It boggles my mind that they couldn't give me a break and just waive the fee.  Guess that's just the money hungry company they are.  There to be a bully and take your lunch money.  Never again will I do that, and I would not suggest for anyone else to rent from them either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would express how i felt at the heat of the moment.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you do choose to rent from bn.com, good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4900643018817825863?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4900643018817825863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4900643018817825863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4900643018817825863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4900643018817825863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/12/renting-textbook.html' title='Renting a textbook'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8826306376062005085</id><published>2010-12-07T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:21:16.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><content type='html'>The time is approaching where students are taking their finals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is approaching where the climate of the weather gets colder and snows in some places.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is approaching where family gets together for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is approaching where one year ends and a new one begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is near, but to start a new cycle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8826306376062005085?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8826306376062005085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8826306376062005085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8826306376062005085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8826306376062005085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4092467643868524296</id><published>2010-11-29T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T01:08:50.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year is Approaching the End and Beginning A New</title><content type='html'>my oh my, how time elapses.  The day is Sunday, November 28, 2010.  Thanksgiving in my books was filled with work instead of time with the family.  I felt like making money is a big priority of mine this year as I'm trying to end the year with money in my pocket, for the first time in my life.  Having butterflies come out of your pockets in the beginning of the year is not a pleasant way to start off.  My plans are to purchase a new car, or a used new car, and possibly get my own spot.  Times are changing, and time isn't slowing down anytime soon.  So why not evolve and grow into an independent human being?  And why should I still be staying at my parents house?  I mean, it's good to save up money, and to have a place to stay and eat for the price of $free.99, but with my grandma, my cousin and her baby, my brother and his wife and their baby all here in this home, I feel like it's my time to move out and into the world.  To have a sense of freedom to do what I please, anytime I would like without someone calling me and checking up on me on where I am.  I mean, i don't mind the calls from time to time, but every so often is getting out of hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is taking over my life, but work is also helping me establish better credit, to keep up with debts, to pay off debts.  All my credit cards are paid off, next thing on my list is my student loan, which I will be paying off hopefully by the end of January.  Then, all of my debts will be completely paid off and I will establish a better balance on my banks accounts as I will be constantly saving money instead of using the money to pay of debts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to juggle school while working two jobs.  On paper, two jobs and going to school may seem quite difficult.  To be honest, it is, but at the same time, I wouldn't have it any other way.  I love school, and I love learning.  There's so much to learn everyday.  And when people say everyday you learn something new, you really do learn something new.  Since returning back to school, I have joined the Filipino American Student Association hoping to help me with school and my studies.  By being involved in this group, I have learned to manage my time wisely, be more involved in school, and especially be more involved in the community.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change prior to this years end, as good and bad things happen for a reason.  My top priority is ME.  I have been neglecting myself and paying attention to the betterment of others rather than myself.  It's time for a change, and I'm glad that change is happening now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's interesting?  I haven't been out since Vegas back in August.  And that's definitely a good thing because I spent at most $1500 out there.  But to have a chance to go to Vegas is a memorable thing, especially going with a group of friends that you've been friends with since high school, and known since junior high.  Memories is where you make them, and I had a great time out there.  Although, we didn't pull any girls, I still managed to have a good time.  By not going out, I've refrained myself from drinking (spending money), eating out afterwards (spending more money), and the other amenities that go along with spending money.  And come to think, that I use to be a person that would always go out clubbing, drinking, having a good time.  But times are hard and money is hard to come by.  I'm lucky to even have two jobs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the partying out of me, at least for now because a bigger priority is in my range.  But as soon as I get my money right, my obligations in check, then I can relax and party every now and then, but until then, au'revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4092467643868524296?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4092467643868524296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4092467643868524296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4092467643868524296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4092467643868524296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/11/year-is-approaching-end-and-beginning.html' title='The Year is Approaching the End and Beginning A New'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1162784737205565010</id><published>2010-08-24T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:04:38.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Days Go By...</title><content type='html'>As the days go by, I begin to wonder how time has moved so quickly. I remember like it was yesterday when I was a kid running around with my neighbors. Those were the days, but now we have to think about the future. What I can do to better myself, but more importantly, the future for the up incoming kids. We were once kids where our parents believed and still believe that we are the future. So from one generation to the next, the torch is passed on. To believe in the kids and their future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have imagined that I would have such a fascination with books. As a child, I would always skim through, and just read the synopsis and ending of the book. Now, I have to start from the beginning and finish till the end. Oh, how much time has evolved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live to breathe, we breathe to live. God put me on this earth for a reason. I may not be an accomplished individual yet, but I will be. It's taking some time, but I'll get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it takes time to figure out what you really want to do with your life. I figured it out and that I want to become a Biomedical Technician like my mom. She works hard, makes great money, and I want to do something for her. To follow in her footsteps because I can see it in her eyes that she has high hopes for me. And because I want her to be able to retire, and not have to worry about providing for the family because I feel like it's my turn to return the favor. For everything that she has done from the day my parents got divorced. She expressed genuine love and provided me with everything I can imagine. Call me a momma's boy, and honestly, I don't care. I love my mom to death because she was the one that created me; brought me into this earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard because that is in my nature. I deserve the best. I deserve to be surrounded with friends and family. And I am thankful for every opportunity I get in this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by...I think about more than just this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1162784737205565010?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1162784737205565010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1162784737205565010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1162784737205565010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1162784737205565010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-days-go-by.html' title='As The Days Go By...'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-7701288492962645474</id><published>2010-05-02T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:04:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier Said Than Done</title><content type='html'>There's a lot of things I've said in the past that I was hoping to do right now, but there have been a few set backs. First things first, graduating needs to be a number 1 priority, then from there, I can continue to pursue goals of mine. Time is wasting and everything needs to mobilize quicker. Life is short...such a true statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-7701288492962645474?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7701288492962645474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=7701288492962645474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7701288492962645474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7701288492962645474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/05/easier-said-than-done.html' title='Easier Said Than Done'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6516133110691289320</id><published>2010-04-05T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:56:40.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Decided</title><content type='html'>After much decision and long time discussions with myself, I have decided to get a tattoo. a half sleeve. It's been a long time coming and the art work is gonna be done by none other than my boy Kristian. We've been good friends for some time now and I've always had an admiration for his work. I requested that he incorporate something Filipino in there, along with something SD related. I embrace my heritage and the city I grew up in. There will never be an SD and another person like me. Less than two months and counting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-6516133110691289320?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6516133110691289320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=6516133110691289320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6516133110691289320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6516133110691289320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-decided.html' title='It&apos;s Decided'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3396432494790174014</id><published>2010-04-04T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:10:41.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6.9 Magnified Earthquake</title><content type='html'>Wow, according to the Associated Press, no feeling this has been felt in 18 or so years. That was the first real quake I have really felt. At first, I thought my little daschund was moving my bed. Then I saw my tv shake and the mirror on my dresser shake, and I knew it was an earthquake. That's something I'll remember for a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3396432494790174014?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3396432494790174014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3396432494790174014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3396432494790174014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3396432494790174014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/04/69-magnified-earthquake.html' title='6.9 Magnified Earthquake'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-7134390326657045270</id><published>2010-03-21T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:05:52.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evolution</title><content type='html'>It's always good to reminisce with good friends that you've known all of your life. But when they talk about the past tense, the things you don't care to hear for, you ponder on a way to get out of it, but you listen anyways. My closest friend, Kristian was talking about my former girlfriend and putting her on a pedestal. And knowing my ex best, she's feeds off of that. And as much as I respect her hustle, I can't feed into her Narcissistic ego. The power of inflation can ruin a person, and the lack of being humble for the opportunities that arise. I've always put myself before others because that's the type of individual I am. Anyways, back on the subject, I never really enjoyed it when my good friend talks about my ex. I've mentioned to him that I've moved out, and yet he still wants to bring it up. My heart misses the old days with her, but the right thing to do is move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was speaking with Allan, he seemed to be really well off, although he does to seem to always talking about money, but that's his motivation. To his their own and I can't hate on an individual that's after the paper. And he is another one of my good friends. He told me, and I take this to heart, "6.6 million dollars is where you can live comfortable". And if that's his hustle, his goal, then that shall be mine also. Also had a respect for his hustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-7134390326657045270?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7134390326657045270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=7134390326657045270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7134390326657045270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7134390326657045270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/evolution.html' title='The Evolution'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2835053535533933780</id><published>2010-03-14T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:02:06.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good &amp; Bad of Being Sick..</title><content type='html'>I hate the feeling of being sick: having symptoms of runny nose, congested throat, nasty coughs containing flem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing about being sick: you get to miss work or leave work early, and enjoy a beautiful Sunday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter by the way y'all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2835053535533933780?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2835053535533933780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2835053535533933780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2835053535533933780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2835053535533933780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-bad-of-being-sick.html' title='Good &amp; Bad of Being Sick..'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-7435507139926330646</id><published>2010-03-13T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:10:57.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What's Going On??</title><content type='html'>Work has been one of my top priorities as of late. There's no way I can make enough time for a girl, and I feel really bad because I feel like there's one waiting for me in the back seat. But I have to let her go for the benefit of the both of us. I can't let her hold me back, and I can't let her just sit there and wait for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there has been a lot of news about earthquakes all over the globe. The first a devastating one in Haiti, the next in Chile, one that happened here in Julian, another in Turkey, and then another one in Santiago, Chile. When an earthquake happens, there's nothing we can do to prevent it. So we should be prepared for the worst. 2010 is a year of preparation, and the year of the earthquakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the subject, I've been searching high and low for these shoes and I've finally got them in my arsenal. Breakin necks on the court with my Nike Kobe V Bruce Lee's and gonna be breakin necks with the Jordan True Blue III's. Now, after acquiring these purchases, I will continue to stack paper as high as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a few games for my Playstation 3. Fight Night Round 4 and NBA 2K10. And also got a new controller..finally! So now, everything I wanted is now  complete. I don't play my Playstation much, but now I have a reason to with these new games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm still going to make time for reading, as it's been one of my passions lately. I know, I know, I'm a book nerd. But reading books help exercise my mind, and I feel that it hasn't been exercised enough. Too much surfing the web could strain your eyes because your eyes are fixated at the computer screen for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just do you, and I'll do me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood it until all the hardships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-7435507139926330646?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7435507139926330646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=7435507139926330646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7435507139926330646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7435507139926330646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-whats-going-on.html' title='So What&apos;s Going On??'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8479682721639470888</id><published>2010-02-09T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:42:00.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game.. Blouses.</title><content type='html'>Another great game for Blouses tonight. It was a team contribution and everyone produced great numbers. The highlight of the night was the last play where Coop dunked it. That's right, Coop dunked it! Two hand slam coming off a fast break. I knew when the ball got into his hands that he was going to do something amazing with it. Player of the game tonight was Jose! Doing work out there and even got an and 1. We opened up the game very close, but the fire power was too much for them to handle and pulled away and never looked back. We blew them out by like 20-30 points, somewhere around that area. When I'm on the court, I'm a new person. My aggression, my persona, all changed. When I'm on the court, I'm competitive, scrappy, serious, and free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been playing with 5 players: Myself, Kargas, Coop, Jose &amp; Soyra. The thing about our squad is that we know our positions, and we can play multiple positions if we wanted to. Our strengths overpower our weaknesses, and we don't have too many of those. Playing with only 5 people is kind of tiring, but I'd rather have that knowing that everyone will get the same amount of playing time and not fighting for minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break down of all the players: Jonathan Kargas is our C. Also he can play SG/SF/PF. He'll play down low, and on the peremiter. Very versatile player. Adam Cooper is our SF/PF, but mainly our PF. Coop is our scrapper, doing the dirty work and grabbing the boards. He's what every team needs. A vital part of our team. Jose Gonzales is our SF/PF. He holds his own. Sharp shooter with the deep ball. Big body down low. The sleeper. And Soyra Hailemariam is our PG/SG, but mainly our PG. He can handle the ball, create for himself, create for others, pretty much anything. His basketball IQ is perfect for our team. Everyone on our team has a pretty advanced basketball IQ. We work hard and more importantly, we work together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game.. Blouses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8479682721639470888?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8479682721639470888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8479682721639470888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8479682721639470888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8479682721639470888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/02/game-blouses.html' title='Game.. Blouses.'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-7595847993920193569</id><published>2010-01-03T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:37:21.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginnning of A New</title><content type='html'>So if I were your boyfriend, and I helped you get the things you wanted, wouldn't you be doing the same things for me? Money doesn't buy you love, and I should have realized the whole thing years ago. But I didn't care about the money. I cared about her. I made some stupid mistakes, but if you truly loved me, you'd help me instead of leaving me to fend for myself. But I want to thank you for doing that to me because you opened up my eyes to the whole world. I thought of you as my whole world, that's why I did all of those things for you. Buying the things you wanted, supporting all of your decisions to make you happy, surprising you with a painted and full furnished room, a laptop given to you from me that was a birthday present given to me from my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you broke the relationship off because I grew stronger. I know that I shouldn't have been flirting with her, but you didn't help me when you decided to sleep with not 1, but 2 guys. And to see you kissing on another person's neck other than mine, you should be ashamed of what you did to me. You're not the only person that knows how to flirt. But the funny thing was, I was the one that took all of the criticism, and not you. I guess I was afraid of your feisty personality, but this time I had to make a stand for myself. I have been up with too much in my life to be taking this from an ex-girlfriend, and it all started on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up on a beautiful sunny Christmas Day, she had the nerve to ask for the Wii back. After everything that I provided for her, she wanted it back. Wouldn't you think that the laptop was more than enough? I guess not. And to add to that, she has a boyfriend. So why not get your boyfriend to buy you a new Wii? And why have you been contacting me? for a few days, I didn't want anything to do with her, so I ignored her texts. Till one day, enough was enough. I told her the truth that I sold the Wii because I didn't want anything to do with her, and honestly, I don't want anything to do with her. And why should I want anything to do with her after she broke up with me, then she found a boyfriend within a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things like that don't happen regularly. And sorry if I'm still a bit bitter about it, but that made me a stronger person. Gave me a thicker skin, a stronger heart. After I told her that I sold the Wii, she said that she would take me to court and sue me, and that's how I knew that after all of these years, she's still the same snobby, selfish, high maintenance individual. A relationship is supposed to change you, but I guess in her case, it didn't. Anyways, when she texted me that, I simply replied with, "Do what you gotta do." I didn't care, like how I no longer cared for her the way I did before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later replied saying that she would sell the laptop I gave to her that was a birthday present given to me from my mother and all the tiffany jewelry I gave to her. That just showed me that she never cared about me, just about the gifts and the money. And she also said, "I hope that I never have to talk to you again." And I agreed with her. I replied simply by saying "likewise". That never felt so damn good to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light out of the darkness I was in, and it's leading me into the right direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new direction of life...The Beginning of A New.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-7595847993920193569?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7595847993920193569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=7595847993920193569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7595847993920193569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7595847993920193569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginnning-of-new.html' title='The Beginnning of A New'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4902112018350817683</id><published>2009-11-21T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:01:18.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter In Life</title><content type='html'>A long relationship opened my eyes to what I needed to improve. I can list pages and pages of it, but I'm not going to do that. I would have to say that she was my greatest love, but unfortunately, things did not end up like a fairy-tale would usually end, "happily ever after", but instead, it ended up like a text book, you always learn something new out of it. I'm not going to do any bashing because no one needs that in their lives, and we have enough wars going on in this world, so why not promote peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to admit that after the break-up, there were some hostel moments and saddened moments, but sometimes break-ups end that way. You can't let that moment give you thoughts of ending your life or thoughts of why you are still in this world because having negative connotations about yourself is not what God has intended for us. Humans are imperfect, full of trial and error, and if you say that you're perfect, you're wrong. Not one single person is. So with these imperfections, we must live with them. And with these trials and errors, we must learn from them. You are always learning something new in everyday life, so in a situation as in a break-up (for example), you're like a driver stuck in a dirt, bumpy road, but eventually, you'll get back on that smooth, asphalt or concrete road. Life is not meant to be like a walk in the park, otherwise, where would the challenge be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life is good...actually life is great! These past 4 days I have been waking up with the biggest, widest smiles on my brownish-yellow mustache having face. The Mohawk is no more, but I can always bring it back. I have grown into a strong-hearted man that thinks, like the Adidas slogan, "Impossible is Nothing." You look at the world today and the people that broke barriers and paved a future for us...the Manny Pacquiao's, the Barack Obama's, the Malcolm X's, the Martin Luther King, Jr.'s! But those are only a few mentioned. But back on topic, like a Keri Hilson song, "Just get back up when it knocks you down." Life is too precious to dwell, so be happy for everyday you live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family (I consider friends as family), I never thanked you for saving my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'll leave you with a line from the film Forrest Gump: My momma always said, "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4902112018350817683?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4902112018350817683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4902112018350817683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4902112018350817683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4902112018350817683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-chapter-in-life.html' title='A New Chapter In Life'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-7783513230680087035</id><published>2009-10-22T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:25:08.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Motivation</title><content type='html'>I need something to push me over the edge, something that'll drive me, get me motivated. I really should start getting myself to the basketball games earlier so I can help my team win. A bad habit I need to improve on...being punctual and on time, or better yet, early. I can do so much on this team if I just get that through my thick stubborn skull. How can you depend on someone if they miss half the game? A big mistake on my part. My teammates probably think that I don't really care about the team, and honestly, they're partly right to think that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next upcoming game, I'll be more assertive, more aggressive, and I'll show them that I can be a leader by showing up early to work on my game and hopefully gain their respect back. There's much I need to work on within this upcoming week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-7783513230680087035?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7783513230680087035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=7783513230680087035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7783513230680087035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7783513230680087035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/lack-of-motivation.html' title='Lack of Motivation'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2441035451575218826</id><published>2009-07-19T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:59:13.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today is the final day I'm here in the Philippines. Due to the storm in Baguio, it's been raining since yesterday. Some colleges have been suspended due to the rain and there's flooding on some parts of the road. The traffic isn't as bad, it's actually pretty clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely be coming back next year. Hopefully I'll be done with school and ready to move on with life. We arrived at the airport, and ready to leave. I'll miss all my relatives. Time to depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from checking in, my mom has some kind of irritation to her right eye. It's really red while the other eye is completely fine. I told her that it's pink eye, but she said she could fix it. Now we're going into quarintine because they're taking precaution to the other passengers that will be on board the flight. She's still arguing for better seats, but honestly I don't really care. I just want to get on the flight and get back home without being stressed. I always get stressed coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting here till my mom gets her eye checked out by the doctor here at the airport. Listening to some music by 'Drake' to calm my nerves. I'm ready to come back home and ball like an animal. I'm always confident that I will succeed, otherwise you'll give up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 20 minutes have passed. I think our flight might be postponed due to her eye irritation. If so, I guess that leaves me no choice to stay another day here. It's a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately, it will not be a possibility because my mom was cleared to board our flight. I just got done eating a special chicken siopao and 2 small enseymadas. Packed myself some Pringles in case I get hungry later on the flight. It's just a matter of time till we board Korean Airlines! I'm ready to eat more airplane food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, here in the Philippines, Kobe Bryant is making his rounds on his Nike Asia Tour. I should have extended my stay but I found out too late. I wants to pick up a pair of Nike Kobe IV gold medals, but they won't be out till tomorrow. Guess I'll have to pick them up when I get back to Cali, plus I still have to get David &amp; Cheri a baby shower gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I just want to go to school in the Philippines. It'll give me a better chance for a better opportunity towards a goal of mine, which is playing professional ball. Can't wait to come back, quit my job, focus on school and playing ball before coming back to the Philippines. I'm done with work, officially! Time to work on hoopin and school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just landed at the Incheon Airport (4:50pm) aka ICN. I'm ready to do some shopping, hopefully pick up a fresh pair of gold Kobe iv's. It would make my trip that much better if they had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just boarded flight KE011 to LAX. Bout to pick me up a pair of Kobe's when I get there. It's now about 8:01pm here in Incheon. I'm ready for the long long trip back to LA. Can't wait to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the flight attentant that's sitting at te emergency exit thought I was Japanese. I guess it was the Onitsuka's I was wearing. Anyways, she's beautiful. I caught her name, S. E. Jung. I have to spit game at her. I wish I knew the Korean language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching this Korean movie titled "More Than Blue". Kei, a man abandoned by his parents, and Cream, a woman wbi lost her family to a car accident, are partners who support each other. When Kei finds our that he has less than 200 days left to live, due to his illness, he starts looking for a man who could take care if Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a matter of hours, of had this Korean dished called "Bitmap." who am I to complain, it's delicious! Ever since making eye contact with the stewardist, and having a small conversation with her, I have become infatuated with the Korean culture. Next will be learning to speak the language. My infatuation is limitless. "I wish I could ____ every girl in the world...", you can fill in the blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2441035451575218826?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2441035451575218826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2441035451575218826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2441035451575218826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2441035451575218826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-17-2009.html' title='July 17, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6250443273564339723</id><published>2009-07-19T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:55:43.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>I picked up a silicone case for my phone after seeing all the scratches that have appeared on the back of my phone. It's was only Php 150, which turns into about $3-4 American dollars. Pretty cheap that I'll probably purchase another one. All they had was a clear skin because the only black skin was damaged and the original skin they had was way too expensive selling at Php 700, which is still kind of cheap at around $10-11 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on our way to Divisoria to purchase more items fora bargain price. So far, I haven't had the opportunity to spend my money due to my mom butting in a paying for me. It's cool and all, but I have my own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to MOA today so I can pick up a fresh pair of Nike Kobe IV Gold Medals, but I was disappointed by the Nike store, of all stores bot carrying the product saying that they're not available. But the night ended with delicious Halo Halo from Razon's. The ice is so soft, and the milk is great! I love the milk here, it's sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Razon's, I had to check out the Hooters here. I got 2 bottles of San Miguel Premium beer. The taste reminds me of Stella Artois back home. Very very similar, probably might even be the same beer. I guess my cousin Alyssa is "lasing" translates to drunk in English. But the girls there just weren't the same as they were back home. It's weird spitting game with family around, especially with your mom. Haha, but I did it anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to head back home and rest. 2 more days till I return to San Diego. I'm not ready to come back yet. There's much to do here before I come back. Places to see, people to meet, a basketball contract to sign. I'm determined. When I come back home, all I'll be doing is working out and hoopin. I'm gonna be the best and bring international hoopin from the Cali to the Philippines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-6250443273564339723?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6250443273564339723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=6250443273564339723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6250443273564339723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6250443273564339723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-15-2009.html' title='July 15, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1731281655337540187</id><published>2009-07-19T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:53:58.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Clubbing at Engineering. I know, weird club to call it, but it is what it is. We happened to cross the governor of Illocos @ 2:49am in the morning. What a crazy night. I can see the look of this one chick eyeing me from across the floor. I paid her no attention, taking small glimpses here and there. She came up to me at the end of the night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1731281655337540187?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1731281655337540187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1731281655337540187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1731281655337540187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1731281655337540187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-11-2009.html' title='July 11, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1199408157454853395</id><published>2009-07-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:52:35.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up with back pains. Not back spasms, but because of a sun burn from yesterdays swim at Currimao. It was beautiful! It ended up raining as we left, but the rain felt so good. Like a massage from a shower head you would get from your bathroom shower, but just all over your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't as flexible as I normally would be. I slept most of the day as the rain kept pouring down. As the rain ceased, it was about 4-4:30 in the afternoon and we went outside for some exercise. We played basketball till the sun went down and the dusk appeared. It was a good workout as I needed it after several days of just eating, sleeping and watching tv. I took a much needed shower after sweating. Not it's time to eat again, but I'm still full from the Shakey's pizza and the chicken noodle soup I had earlier for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering bar &amp; karaoke &amp; videoke &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1199408157454853395?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1199408157454853395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1199408157454853395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1199408157454853395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1199408157454853395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-10-2009.html' title='July 10, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2247666621503839085</id><published>2009-07-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:51:24.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 8, 2009</title><content type='html'>I guess waking up early and taking a shower wasn't really necessary. I thought that we would be leaving early fir Illocos Norte, but instead, we are still here at Bagiao. Some of my family went to the market to fetch for some greens (not that type of greens of that's what your thinking), but greens such as lettuce and cucumbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just sitting in the dining room waiting to eat. I guess this vacation has showed me how much of a fat ass I can be, but I'm on a vacation right?! I should enjoy myself while I'm out here. But all in all, I still am very cautious about my wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either after waking up, immediately I will work out with push-ups and sit-ups. Since I have been working out after I am done in the shower. I just got done running up and down the stairs to build up my heart rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after leaving the cool weather of Bagiao, we traveled to Currimao in Illocos Norte. But before we were able to leave the city, Uncle Stanley was stopped due to color coding. Color coding is assigned to vehicles to limit the number of vehicles that are allowed to be on the road. Thus, it is necessary to control the amount of cars on the road otherwise there would be a crowd of vehicles and always traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after traveling about 4 or 5 hours or so, we finally arrived at our destination. The weather is hot, but who am I to complain about where we are staying. I am very fortunate to be around family right now. The time now is 11:56pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out what kind of tattoo(s) I would like to get. I want it some where around the neck to say California raised, and the Filipino sun with the three stars above my clavicle.  It's time to sleep or in that matter, try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow...I can't wait to run in that fresh ocean water! Counting down sheeps in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at around 7:30 together readt to swim. We first ventured the land to check out possible future investments. As far as I see, I don't think it's the right investment for me. Maybe later in there future, but it's not my area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed through Auntie Herring's abandoned house. I guess it's not being occupied by Uncle Jun &amp; his new wife. Good for uncle because I believe his old wife wasn't doing shit for him as what I was told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out the possible investments, we finally traveled to Currimao to go swimming. There we had a great time swimming in the warm water even though it rained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the consumption of 4 bottles of Colt 45 containting 7.2% alcohol, I went back into the water even when it started to rain. I'm really thinking about coming back to play ball ad I know that I can be very successful. More successful than the players that are already playing here in the PBA or the PBL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess were on our way to Pagudgud. I don't really know what to expect as my kuya hadn't described it to me. I don't know where were going or what were doing. Oh, and my big toe nail came off today. Finally, as I was waiting for the dead nail to finally release and a new nail to be born.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2247666621503839085?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2247666621503839085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2247666621503839085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2247666621503839085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2247666621503839085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-8-2009.html' title='July 8, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-39971619714814396</id><published>2009-07-19T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:50:01.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 7, 2009</title><content type='html'>So we went shopping and my mom got dropped off. She went shopping by herself while we went off site seeing. So after an hour of shopping, my mom was nowhere to be found. So Auntie Senny called the police and half went to the police, the other checked back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, she's back home. Everyone was worried because people were saying stories that she fell off the horse and went to the hospital, or someone pushed her into a car and held her up. Nothing serious. She thought we were parking at the bottom, and lost us, so she took a taxi back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story to tell for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was eating these snacks called Choco flakes. I was picking my feet at the same time and picked off a piece of dead skin. I threw it at my brother and he put it in his mouth. I thought he knew that it was a piece of skin I was picking at because I was picking at it for awhile. I guess not since he put it in his mouth. I started to laugh and he spit it out. He thought it was a choco flake. It was funny! I was laughing really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-39971619714814396?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/39971619714814396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=39971619714814396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/39971619714814396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/39971619714814396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-7-2009.html' title='July 7, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-5192840529339812735</id><published>2009-07-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:48:51.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 6, 2009</title><content type='html'>We will be going to a place called Bagiao. It's like a destination to take a relaxing vacation, where the climate is cooler than usual. I am getting used to the weather here. Yesterday, I was supposed to hoop with Mark Anguya, who is a PBA hooper here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess next time I'll show him what I got. Hopefully it's soon because I feel like I'm getting really rusty. So what to do? Probably go swimming and get a workout in. I gotto be in great shape when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made it to Bagiao. It's cold up here, but the weather is good. We're so high up that it was raining up here. Alanis was supposed to have school today, but she was absent. I guess were staying here for a night before heading to Illocos Norte. So what's the plan for tonight? Probably just sleep till tomorrows big trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally saw Wolverine. It was a good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-5192840529339812735?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5192840529339812735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=5192840529339812735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5192840529339812735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5192840529339812735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-6-2009.html' title='July 6, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-20933660500953458</id><published>2009-07-19T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:47:46.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation (iPhone)'/><title type='text'>July 4, 2009</title><content type='html'>I started to hear the chatter of voices and the stomping an tip-toeing of footsteps at around 5:00am. I guess I was excited the my brother is finally done with school, and a burden is released amongst his shoulders. Now he can relax and live a life beyond life, one away from studying, and studying, and studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, therefore would like to come out here to study, but more importantly hoop. They don't know how much of a talent that is passing their program. De La Salle- College of Saint Benilde is missing a true player, an import player from the states that is a threat at all aspects. I wasn't joking to Apet when I said that I would win every award in the PBA. Confidence gives me the swagger, thus the swagger gives me confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the US, it's considered as Independence Day. The day to celebrate the independence of the great country of the US of A. So what to do today? Celebrate the day of independence followed by more importantly, the day of my brother's graduation on this special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after this joyous occasion, we shall feast! Hopefully there will be no Robin Hood to steal our Snickers and ruin the feast. Although it would be funny to say the line of a commercial that was funny. ("Our feast...is ruined) Haha, hilarious! I didn't eat a darn thing, Noe I'm going to starve till lunch! I've done it before, and it'll be worth it if were going out to eat afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out tonight and drink. That's what I've been accustomed to these last couple of days that I've been here in the Philippines. It's time to come out and exploring my options and expanding my horizon. Circulate and disperse by communicating and socializing. The way of the world is to whom the people you meet, thus they will get you places. All in the power of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8:30am and the graduation ceremony is holding a brief Baccalaurate Mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, there was a passing out of special awards, magna cum laude, cum laude. Now, the degrees are being handed out. Kuya Mark had already received his. In the meantime, I had a meal upstairs since I did not eat breakfast. I had a chicken sandwich and a meat empanada. My beverage of choice was mango juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to sit down, I want t stand so all this phone can digest correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of the awards are handed out. It's time for the graduates to throw their hats and celebrate!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-20933660500953458?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/20933660500953458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=20933660500953458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/20933660500953458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/20933660500953458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-3-2009_19.html' title='July 4, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-735369855288964944</id><published>2009-07-19T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:45:06.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 3, 2009</title><content type='html'>Uncle Tony, Ate Marlene, and Francis aka chi (like chi-chi from Dragonball) are still gambling and playing Tongits. It's passed my bedtime and I'm ready for tomorrow as hopefully well get to watch Transformers 2 in IMAX! I can't wait to see how beautiful Megan Fox is again. How I wished she was my girl...time to catch some zzz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the whole day resting. Watching some tv, emailing and tweeting; keeping up to date with the world. So a day without going out felt good. No worried of traveling back and forth, getting stuck in traffic, dripping of sweat from the hot, humid weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Ayees wanted to go out and drink. I was up for it, but it got a bit late. She wanted to go out still, but no one felt like going out, so she stayed in. Everyone played Tongits, and gambled the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was here, Kuya Niño, Kuya Niño's wife, DK, Apet. They all arrived from Bicol, besides Apet, he arrived from school. We all had a good time and just stayed home and drank. I was a little buzzed after 3, but I definetly could have drank more, but Kuya's graduation was within amatter of hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:00am, and I'm ready to sleep. Got to get some sleep before Kuya Mark's big day tomorrow.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-735369855288964944?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/735369855288964944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=735369855288964944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/735369855288964944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/735369855288964944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-3-2009.html' title='July 3, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8222193404914037205</id><published>2009-07-19T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:43:31.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation (iPhone)'/><title type='text'>July 2, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today, is another day of waking up early. I woke up a little later, at around 7:30 or so. After a great night of sleep, and a relief of a stomach ache, I was ready to eat again. The whole day yesterday, I did not eat a full meal. I was able to eat longonesa and rice, 3 plates of it. It was a good feeling to be able to eat again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I watched a little tv before heading over to kuya Mark's school. It was a bit of a walk, but good exercise. Beats watching tv the whole day. Anyways, my brother wanted me to get a scholarship with the athletics program. I guess I'm too old to get a scholarship. But that's where my skills come into play. They don't know how much of a skilled athlete I am and how much they will regret it. I could lead they're school to a championship or championships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'll find a place amongst athletes in the PBA and I'll dominate! Or PBL! Whatever the destination, I will be the best at what I'm doing. Not just a three point threat, but an all-around threat. No one will be able to stop me. I guess it's the swagger in me, but it's so neccessary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, were here at Robinson's Mall. Did a little shipping at this one store called "Colleczioné". I guess they are well known with shirts that have the Philippines map as their enscribed logo. How it's great to be Filipino, especially in this time where Filipinos take great pride in their nationality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a facial. It, excuse my language, hurt like a motherf***er! But the after results was incredible. I saw the not white heads, but brown heads and was pleased with the results. I guess with pain, there is pleasure, and pain is love, which is so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done, I'm waiting for Kuya mark to finish his facial. He's probably tearing up as I did. Good luck kuya! Haha, you'll need it, trust me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess after this, we're headed to MOA also known as the Mall of Asia. Supposedly one of the biggest malls. I can't wait! Probably not enough time to hit up every single shop. What to buy? Probably nothing considering how picky of a shopper I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just ready to eat, but hopefully not catch a stomach ache and shit every so often. It was embarassing and painful. Something I don't want to feel again for the rest of this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a large (actually kind of small) bowl of Pho, I took another one of hopefully my last diarrhea shits. Gosh, I was so embarrassed to how loud it was. I guess that's hoe much I had to let one go, holding it for several hours. Pho wasn't quite authentic as the Vietnamese made it. Very shiesty, otherwise pretty good. I don't think there's time for MOA today, possibly tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go out and hoop, but I think people are about to go home at this time. If I knew how to get around in this place, then I would feel more clmfortable to wonder around and hoop as I please. The women here are alright, not quite at where I would like them to be. Not quite in the right place I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach pains are slowly going away. Thank God. (sigh of relief).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day at the mall, we finally arrive back home and relax. It's 11:42pm and I can't sleep. Just been talking to my brother about video games that we can make for the iPhone through the app store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming the can of soda and the two glasses of coke that's been keeping me up this long. I forgot the caffeine that was in there. Time to sleep? No. I need to update and tweet as everyone would like to know what I'm up to. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8222193404914037205?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8222193404914037205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8222193404914037205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8222193404914037205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8222193404914037205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-2-2009.html' title='July 2, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2346983298161059158</id><published>2009-07-19T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:41:27.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation (iPhone)'/><title type='text'>July 1, 2009</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning at 6am. I ate a lot of pandesol, then went back to sleep because we could not leave till 10am or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours of driving, the weaving through traffic, we finally arrived here at Silag Proper. The weather here is very cool, and within a very nice area, but away from the city civilization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed the car consisting of Ate Ayees, Alanis, Uncle Tony, Uncle Boogs, Kuya Mark, Alyssa, Allison, Auntie and Kuya Mark's girlfriend Ate Mylene. I am sitting down while watching them play Tong Its. I am loving the cool weather here, and since I no longer have a stomach ache, I am enjoying my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we'll be having Buko juice very soon. My Ate Ayees took a leave of absence today, which is great because I only see her mid day. Too bad Apet isn't here, but it's ok, study first. I am ready to sleep, or eat, or both. I wish I can tweet, or update my blog every so often but I've had no connection to the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there are many beautiful women here, especially at the mall. Ready to relax and enjoy time away from work. How I do not want to return and live a new life here in the Philippines. I think it's time for me to get away for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for sleep...again. So sleeping didn't work out for me, as I have had an upset stomach the whole entire day. Kind of ruined the whole day for me because I was feeling qweezy. I took 5 shits, not solid, but liquid. And that is considered as diarrhea. I don't know if it was the food I ate at the food court or the water I consumed. I want to say it's the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit better after taking a nice cold bath to cool off my warm body in this humid climate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that in Tayagtag, we hit up the zipline at the picnic area. It was an experience that I have never experienced before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to try to sleep off this stomach ache. Darn this adjusting. Robin Thicke is working his magic and putting me to sleep. Lyrically smooth. Stomach ache, please go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2346983298161059158?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2346983298161059158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2346983298161059158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2346983298161059158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2346983298161059158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-1-2009.html' title='July 1, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8326023656606790442</id><published>2009-07-19T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:38:51.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation (iPhone)'/><title type='text'>June 30, 2009 Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I woke up very hungry. I guess it's because I did not eat dinner last night. But Uncle provided adobo (goat marinated in oyster sauce) and fresh marlin tuna aka kilowhen. I forgot what it was called but it filled me up, or was it the beer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came down stairs to spam and eggs and pandesol. I feasted like a fat boy. How I feel so unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am very anxious to ball as I haven't played for about 3 days already. I feel like a couch potato. I can't just lay around listening to music and watching wrestling all day. That's just not me. I'm one of those physically active children that always has to run around the block or get out of the house and do something productive for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is awake in the house, and Ate Ayess is talking about Boracay. I guess she really wants to go bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after watching tv, I finally get to hoop. After about a 30 minute travel to the YMCA, could have been shorter if there was no traffic, I hopped for about an hour. After paying php 600 plus php 100 for the usage of the ball, I was glad to finally get a workout in. Although it was very hot, I got a good workout in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl that was hating. She was like just him and used the world "special" in a hater way. My brother in my defense replied with "yes". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my shirt and put on my kobe id's and started to hoop. The rim was very bouncy, but I managed. It was incredibly hot, but that wasn't going to ruin my workout. I lasted all the way through the full hour. I wasn't going to put it into waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can definitely hang with these sorry as players that are playing here in the PBA. My competitiveness and my work ethic will definitely stand me out as a, shall I say "special" player. I believe in myself and the talent the a possess. I won't let my talent go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hoopin, we met up with the rest of the fam at the SM mall. If I had dressed up well, I probably would have gained more attention, but I saw a few females eyeing. I felt really sticky, especially since I was sweating profusively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to this photography place in Green Hills called Child's Play. They are excellent at photography taking. After, we then went to the Green Hills mall. There were a lot of foreigners there to my suprise. I've never seen so many white people, and a black family to my suprise. How weird, but I guess the world changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get my outfit there for my brother's graduation. This is the cheapest outfit that I have ever gone since back in the day. I am going to rock the shit out of it and make it look good! I guess it's that swagger talking. I gots to have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, and eating, we arrive home and eat more. It was Auntie Ason's birthday. So I throw $5 her way to be nice. I wanted to give her $20 so she can enjoy it more. They first said she is easy to please as she only wants soap &amp; shampoo. I was like, "that's it?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we celebrate, they play Tong It's and I finally fall asleep watching "Only You." I missed the end of the show...darn! I then wake up, take a bath, and head to bed getting ready for the next day.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8326023656606790442?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8326023656606790442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8326023656606790442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8326023656606790442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8326023656606790442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-30-2009-tuesday.html' title='June 30, 2009 Tuesday'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8822555019547229334</id><published>2009-07-10T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:43:57.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 29, 2009 Monday</title><content type='html'>Last night, I really didn't get any sleep, but I tried the best I could to go back to sleep. Thank God I have this iPhone with all my music.  I wouldn't know what to do without it. Throughout the boredness o raveling, my iPhone kept me sane with the constant steeting and the listening of music. (Currently listening to the "Evolution of Robin Thicke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 6:57pm right now and one of my cousin's Alyanna is playing her PSP. I guess she loves that PSP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess were heading to Uncle Elisier's house. Their daughter, my Ate Marylou wanted us to come along to her house. I guess she wants to show off her big house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, we went to our Ate Marylou's in quotes "castle." It was just a joke though, although her house was very big and nice. Very well decorated with the addition of a 3rd floor attic transformed into an additional room. I ate way too much at that house, treated like a king of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this little kid that kept following me around. Ended up being my little cousin Eugene. He's a very smart energetic kid. We played with his Iron Man action figure and played make believe combat. I even sang because I wanted to have a good time in which I did. Ate Marylou is an excellent backup dancer by the way, as well as a good singer. And might I add, Ate Patima was a good singer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 dogs there, a brown hairless African dog. I have never seen a dog of that breed before. Her name was Isabelle; she didn't like me very much. The other was a male Rottweiller. He, on the other hand was friendly. He was talked of as the king of the block. I wouldn't doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Uncle Gene bought me some beers, Red Horse to be exact. That's the first I've had Red Horse as it is unbelievable good! "Extra Strong" as the label reads. After 3 bottles, I was feeling the affects of the alcohol content, which is still unknown to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito boy boy told me stories of 1975 and how he was in the Navy. They say he is very strong for his age, and I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Gene is a retired 2nd Lieutenant in the Philippines Army. Very highly recognized Uncle Gene talked about his cock fighting and would like me to come back so I may experience the excitement and thrill. He also that Filipino women are the best because they love only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today resulted in a good day. 2 bathrooms break to what they call the "CR" or "comfort room." Thanks to Uncle Stanley for making those stops, otherwise I would have pee'd in my pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8822555019547229334?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8822555019547229334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8822555019547229334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8822555019547229334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8822555019547229334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-29-2009-monday.html' title='June 29, 2009 Monday'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3221987872691993780</id><published>2009-06-01T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:50:22.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Getaway...</title><content type='html'>From all this constant nagging, and the screaming of little children running around while trying to catch some z's. So I think a nice trip out of the state would be nice. Haven't been to Vegas in a while. And it's always nice to forget about what you're leaving behind. Traveling sometimes can ease the pain. I guess you can say it's kind of like a remedy. I don't plan on spending too much money out there, since it is a trip from Monday through Thursday, actually Tuesday through Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip officially begins tonight as we leave for Vegas at around 8pm or so. One of my boys', Vince has a timeshare over at Vegas so we'll be saving money on the room. He's already in Vegas so I guess he's just waiting on us. I'm just looking forward to bringing my drink along with me wherever I may please since roaming the streets of Vegas with alcohol is legal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My packing is done, but the planning of bringing food and alcohol is next on the list. There's not much time, as there is only a few hours left to take off. I don't really want to party hard, even though that's what you're supposed to do when you're out there. I just want to relax and have a grand time, catch some shows and just chill with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="340" width="360" src="http://www.lvabj.org/LasVegasSign.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="340" width="360" src="http://www.dymaxionweb.com/kulturedrome/las-vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="340" width="360" src="http://www.egr.msu.edu/nsbe/images/las_vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS STAYS IN VEGAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3221987872691993780?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3221987872691993780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3221987872691993780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3221987872691993780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3221987872691993780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-gotta-getaway.html' title='I Gotta Getaway...'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6041393817487740826</id><published>2009-06-01T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:31:40.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More MVPuppets Commercials</title><content type='html'>Both Pretty Darn Funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lewis' Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJ_CLgxL_3k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/QJ_CLgxL_3k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Is How You Jump Into A Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-F9xY7-8DI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/e-F9xY7-8DI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="360"&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/1491159178748988464-6041393817487740826?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4239043637836155494</id><published>2009-05-28T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:45:18.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Younger</title><content type='html'>I don't normally have a big celebration for my birthday, but I like to keep it simple and spend time with the family. After all, they're blood and they've always been there for me. There's some things I wish I could have done differently, but I'm not that type of person who is very extravagant and flashy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had no work today, but I did have a basketball game today. We lost, but you can't always have it your way. Anyways, later that night, i just had a few friends come over and we just chilled and relaxed. One of my co-worker's made this cake that why absolutely delicious! I knew that once I took a cut into that it was going to be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get everything I wanted, but that's alright because I didn't really expect a whole lot so that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I am another year younger, I am another year more mature, another year more ready to establish myself and ready to make a name for myself in this world. Time to use my ability and put it into good use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another birthday has flown by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4239043637836155494?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4239043637836155494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4239043637836155494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4239043637836155494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SH16SWQNh8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SH16SWQNh8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Lewis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/azMR-ZYaOnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/azMR-ZYaOnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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title='2 More Lebron vs. Kobe Nike Commercials'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2494689114287155152</id><published>2009-05-18T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:38:03.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 of the Funniest Nike Commecials</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH4TMUjgoOs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH4TMUjgoOs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2B0KHoELug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2B0KHoELug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! HILARIOUS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2494689114287155152?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2494689114287155152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2494689114287155152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2494689114287155152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2494689114287155152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-of-funniest-nike-commecials.html' title='2 of the Funniest Nike Commecials'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2456190010344753682</id><published>2009-04-22T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:01:58.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Girl Group Crush</title><content type='html'>I like The-Dream's music. With that said, Electrik Red is an all-girl group signed to The-Dream's label Radio Killa. Watch the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" width="486" height="412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/2648424001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=1079000770" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=15159329001&amp;playerID=2648424001&amp;domain=embed&amp;" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/2648424001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=1079000770" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=15159329001&amp;playerID=2648424001&amp;domain=embed&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2456190010344753682?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2456190010344753682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2456190010344753682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2456190010344753682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2456190010344753682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-destinys-childbut-better.html' title='My New Girl Group Crush'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2791412827279310079</id><published>2009-03-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:13:55.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Alex Drake March 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>When I first met you, I already knew you were going to be the chillest Assistant Store Manager we were going to have. We connected with stories about the Lakers, Louis Vuitton, Nintendo Wii. And we were so close in age that we just clicked. There were so many good things I could say about her. There will never be another Alex, another person so influential to anybody's life. The last thing she said to me before she had her baby, "Finish school Julius." Now I have every reason to finish school and the extra motivation for living life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, I love you and although we were not immediate family, we were family, The Home Depot family, a great family. You will deeply be missed and always apart of my life. Thank you for the memories. I will see you soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for the blessing of having Alex in my life. I cannot thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: On the March 29, 2009, the Mira Mesa Home Depot was to have a store meeting. She had texted at approximately 11:14AM that she would be attending the meeting. She sent the text to Traci. At 11:18AM, she was involved in an accident that unfortunately took her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing is that I knew she was there. Our culture believes that once you see a moth or a butterfly after someone passes away, then that is supposed to be her spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me the chills, but I knew she was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" width="340" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The color pallet of this moth is just out of the ordinary. And the size of the moth was no normal moth.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article from CW6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUI Crackdown following Young Mother's Death on SR-67&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHP officers will be stepping up their DUI patrols on State Route 67 with the help of a $265,000 grant. &lt;br /&gt;Pam McKeirnan angrily talks about State Route 67. On Sunday, she witnessed her 25-year old daughter, Alexandria Drake, die in a crash. Alex's 4-week old son Jayden was in the backseat but survived the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This little boy is now motherless, because we don't have center divides on that road -- because a man was racing," McKeirnan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" width="340" src="http://www.sandiego6.com/media/news/9/f/8/9f832e84-01c9-4d4d-acda-fddeee5d957f/Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" width="340" src="http://www.sandiego6.com/media/news/3/e/d/3ed844ce-c06f-4d1b-891e-0038003af64f/Original.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pam McKeirnan holds grandson Jayden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police say two reckless drivers racing down the highway took the life of McKeiran's daughter. Pam believes a safer highway 67 would've saved Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”There are trees and it is the trees that killed my child. Removal of the trees and widen the road," is what she demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been 50 head on collisions, with 7 deaths in 7 years, according to county leaders who say they are trying to make highway 67 safer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caltrans spokesman Bill Valle at a news conference on Tuesday said, "The 67 it is not wide enough in many areas to put in K-rail. You would have to widen the roadway and have to account for left turns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valle says long term safety improvements for highway 67 are only on the chalkboard. Speed sensors on the road along with rumble strips on the medians are the short term solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Drake, Alex's husband, thinks more needs to be done. He said, "When they come around those corners -- because there is a lot of corners -- someone has to think, 'Oh, wow -- is there going to be a car coming on my side of the road?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the federal grant, CHP officers will add 2200 more patrol hours to conduct more roving DUI patrols and setup sobriety checkpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKeirnan is hopeful this will save lives on what's proving to be a deadly highway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria's family has set up a memorial fund to help Jayden's future. If you would like to contribute, make your donations to the "Alex and Jayden Drake Fund" at the Mission Federal Credit Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tragic Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" width="340" src="http://www.sandiego6.com/media/news/5/3/8/5387ecde-5677-4109-920c-5b07f35fae5f/Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A medical helicopter lands on a closed section of SR-67 Sunday afternoon at the scene of a head-on crash. (Photo: JC Playford)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Highway Patrol officers are looking for the driver of a white BMW which may have been involved in the deadly accident that took the life of 25-year-old Alexandria Drake. The accident happened Sunday morning on State Route 67 near Archie Moore Road in Ramona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the crash scene, Home Depot workers held an unplanned prayer service on Monday. There wasn't a dry eye on the side of the road where Alex Drake's Volvo had crashed into a tree. Drake’s co-workers from Home Depot comforted one another and left messages behind on a small cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just sad," Laura Cortez tearfully said. "The baby's never going to get to know his mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake's newborn baby boy had been strapped into the backseat and survived the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" width="340" src="http://www.sandiego6.com/media/news/7/5/4/75461069-bf8c-45de-a3b8-e681c2e14cfa/Original.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane McMahon heard the impact of the crash. She rushed to the site and stayed there the whole day to comfort family members. She said, "It will stay with me forever to see the baby chair laying out there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHP officers say the accident happened as a Jaguar, going about 80mph, tried to outrace a white BMW. The Jaguar lost control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators say Drake's mother was riding in an SUV ahead of her daughter. The Jaguar clipped the SUV as a deadly chain reaction started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake hit the crashed Jaguar, sending her Volvo into a tree. The driver in the Jaguar went to the hospital. The other racer fled the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Cortez made a plea to that driver. "That person knows they were involved and if they have any kind of heart for any family, especially that baby, just go to the police and turn yourself in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" width="340" src="http://www.sandiego6.com/media/news/2/5/b/25b4a967-dceb-424d-a865-8ab5dc8df3ac/Original.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver of the Jaguar was 47-year-old Melvin Pearless of Ranchita. He's not under arrest, but he probably will face a vehicular manslaughter charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the driver of the white BMW there is no description on that person, but police would like to talk to the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has information on the crash you are asked to call the CHP at 619-401-2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'LL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2791412827279310079?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2791412827279310079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2791412827279310079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2791412827279310079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2791412827279310079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip-alex-drake-march-29-2009.html' title='R.I.P. Alex Drake March 29, 2009'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6696797265061942140</id><published>2009-03-26T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:15:49.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Without Illustrations</title><content type='html'>Why is it that some books contain illustrations. For the purpose of using your mind of imagination. Many of my good friends have already graduated from college, and I feel like by sitting here and wasting all this time, I need to really sit down and prove to my parents that I can be successful. There's work to be done and not plenty of time to waste. How about a situation where you gave up to soon. Some people are nervous about what they say because it can flip into a negative situation. Maybe because people are afraid to let people what they know. I list myself as one of those people. But you always have to stick by your decision. It's hard seeing your mind think about defeat, and the path to glory is drifting away into the darkness. But suddenly, a movie gives to a sign of hope and suddnenly you see another path to glory and a shot of redemption. Before it's too late, I told myself that I would never give up. Sometimes, things need to be said and need to be controlled. I am no punk and I definitely have a mind of my own. So why am I taking it in? Because I'm afraid to speak my mind and say want I truly would like to say. "I will never give up!" "I refuse to give up!" those were the statements strengthen me into a stronger individual mentally and emotionally. There's much to learn in life so I pass on intervening and respect her decision. Maybe it takes time, or a little reminder that you still care, or a little of both? But I keep to my place right now and building her up with trust will only help me further in life. Seeing is believing the unbelievable. Step up my choices, my decision making and my judgements. Being aware gets me one step closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the championship was won by the team of "Whack Attack" that I'm proud to say I was on. And we beat the team that beat us in the regular season and ruined our perfect season. Now it was pay back and showed them what the team really does. I feel bad for the other team. They actually ran it last year and were defending champs, and they didn't receive  any type of award. We get t-shirts to prove were the champs. It was fun besides the whole being injured part. There's much to do and much to improve on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp; Basketball, the perfect movie to watch on a date. The music, screenplay just go hand in hand. On of my all-time favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wood is next to watch. You know love when you see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-6696797265061942140?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6696797265061942140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=6696797265061942140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6696797265061942140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6696797265061942140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-without-illustrations.html' title='A Book Without Illustrations'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-5939339500094108925</id><published>2009-03-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:15:36.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Oppotunity To Grow</title><content type='html'>I fell in love with a wonderful woman, but things didn't go according to plan. We were once very serious, engaged and ready for marriage. But because of the mistakes I've made, I have pushed her to the limit. Our relationship gave me valuable lessons and made me into a better person. We are still very good friends, actually we can each call each other best friends. As odd as it seems, and even if she has met a new person, my heart is stronger. She can talk about him, although sometimes I'm kind of sick of her talking about him, but I put up with it because my strength is listening, caring, and with everything I put her through, I owe her everything. That's why I want to be the best friend I can be. No matter what, I promised that I would be there for her. Maybe I shouldn't be talking to her at all, but a promise is a promise an that's what I intend to keep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I am single, I can explore my options and focus on my priorities. Since being back on the ocean, there are plenty more fish in the sea, although I lost a big catch. Life is life and sometimes it doesn't end up according to plan. There are bumps in the road and many things to learn. This is an opportunity for me to shine brighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in great shape, my confidence has boosted, and my priorities are my priorities not someone else's. It's time to grow up and be a better man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.O.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-5939339500094108925?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5939339500094108925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=5939339500094108925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5939339500094108925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5939339500094108925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/oppotunity-to-grow.html' title='An Oppotunity To Grow'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4628329743870708082</id><published>2009-03-18T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:21:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reply To "Don't Answer That"</title><content type='html'>All I can say is that if there's a hot girl sitting in the corner, I would be chatting it up with her. I'll serenade her with my manly voice and put her in a deep trance of love. Ha, but I would definitely step up to the plate and go for the home run by talking a little bit and getting to know her. What have you got to lose? Exactly, so just do it! Everyone gets nervous, use that as a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ulster my friend, give me a call so we can discuss more about this female, plus I no longer have your number since obtaining a replacement of a new old phone. Meaning a brand new 1st generation phone, not to be confused with 1st generation: Edge and 2nd generation: 3G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating on a blackberry storm, until I updated my iPhone. Got it unlocked and now I have GPS and MMS and not to mention a legit AIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating: Macbook Air or Macbook Pro&lt;br /&gt;Will get: iMac 24" or any other iMac I see that is appealing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4628329743870708082?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4628329743870708082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4628329743870708082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4628329743870708082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4628329743870708082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/reply-to-dont-answer-that.html' title='A Reply To &quot;Don&apos;t Answer That&quot;'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8876155545758108141</id><published>2009-03-18T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:05:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love vs Money</title><content type='html'>He has a unique voice and a very talented writer. The-Dream has written tracks for numerous artists such as Rhianna's "Umbrella" and J. Holiday's "Bed." He also worked on Mary J. Blige's CD "Growing Pains" that won him a grammy for best album. At first, My first reaction to the CD was that it wasn't as good as the first., but the more and more I listen to it, I enjoy it. I think it's actually a great 2nd album and a highly recommend that your 'purchase' it (just trying to stimulate the economy and supporting anti-piracy). I bet if he wrote me a track, and I sang it, I would be like a J. Holiday. Ha, how I wished my voice was as good as his. If you can't afford it, I'll allow you to download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music makes my world go round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When they ask you do I dance like Chris, tell them no, but as much rubbing as we do, I can start a fire." -The-Dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8876155545758108141?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8876155545758108141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8876155545758108141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8876155545758108141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8876155545758108141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-vs-money.html' title='Love vs Money'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4349865825473393966</id><published>2009-03-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:57:32.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hurts The Most</title><content type='html'>What hurts the most is when someone gives up on you. That's the worst feeling in the world. I felt that I have given everything, snowboard gear, painted room with the addition of new furniture, gifts like louis vuitton bags, kicks like fire red iii's, bmps, air stabs, and heels, a camera, a wii, and other things. It's unbelievable how much lives can flip. People don't realize and don't go into deeper thought about the things a person does. People throw it away and think about themselves. It was never about money, it was about love. Love is a powerful thing. People come in and out of your lives like words come in the ear and out the other. Just remember to take things slow. She ruined a life of prosperity. She ruined my education. If it wasn't for her, I would be off and done with school, bills would already been paid off a long time ago, and I would be a little successful in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is bounce back, live life and play the game. Since things have changed, I have been working out hard, getting my body in shape to where it used to be. There's some things I have improved in, and pains that I have endured and learned from. My heart is steel, I feel like I can endure anything. All I can do is get my mind off completely by occupying myself, although I always want to do the right thing, I should stop picking up her phone calls when she calls because it makes me think and messes up my day. I guess now, I have to work harder, workout harder, get my whole body into steel, and make a statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4349865825473393966?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4349865825473393966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4349865825473393966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4349865825473393966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4349865825473393966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-hurts-most.html' title='What Hurts The Most'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8983918593962993403</id><published>2009-03-15T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:45:28.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone Comes New Consequences</title><content type='html'>So I wasn't fully prepared to swap out my old iPhone for a new one. My phone was still under warranty dead pixels began to spread with each day becoming worse and worse. So all my music, or what music I had on there is gone, my masturbation videos are wiped out, and my private stash of pictures are also gone, oh and most importantly, since I have no computer, and was too lazy to finish writing down all of my contacts, they are all completely gone. So All I have left for numbers are from A-C. Way too many numbers after that. Well, I guess it's time for a new beginning and a fresh new start to my new life. Brand new phone: check. Black Audi A8 and black Ducati 989 or 1098, my fantasy of a threesome will soon be complete. Who needs a girl when you can get more than one. Time to step up game and play with the big dogs. People don't realize what was right in front of their faces. You are who you are and you will never change who you are. Egos clash and people are too stuck living a lavish lifestyle. It's just how it is. I mean, money will never change me. It will never change my personality, it will never change me. Anyways, the iPhone is a brand new 2g iPhone, not a 3G. It would have been nice to get a 3G, but anything is better than nothing at all. I don't have myspace or facebook, so please call me and leave your name and number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can walk on my ankle, minimal pain, cannot run yet. If you have Vicoden, please kindly donate them to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8983918593962993403?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8983918593962993403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8983918593962993403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8983918593962993403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8983918593962993403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-phone-comes-new-consequences.html' title='New Phone Comes New Consequences'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-9146597572913682193</id><published>2009-03-15T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:18:56.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Pain To Pleasure</title><content type='html'>So Wednesday night, I had a basketball game. So half way through the game, I attempt a shot block, but everything went wrong when I landed on the opponents foot a tweaked my ankle. To my suprise, no one came to my aide, no teammates or friends from the crowd. But you know what, that kind of thing happens. Well I was wearing a pair of 2k5s that I have since retired. Even with the ankle strap, I still managed to sprain my ankle. Ended up being a high ankle sprain. I didn't go to the doctor because there was no time. So I took every precaution by taping up my ankle, elevating and icing. It was so painful, I could not even sleep. It was just so uncomfortable putting my foot under the blanket and especially the throbbing pain that was coming from it. The next day, I had my foot worked on by an herbal doctor. She had this small container consisting of coconut oil. She took the coconut oil and applied it on my ankle, massaging and working out the cold areas and making sure my foot stayed warm. Beats going to a doctor and forking over a tremendous amount of money just to get some x-rays confirming that it's swollen and getting medication for it. Why should I have to pay hundreds of dollars for that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday, I come into work on crutches. It helped ease the pain on my ankle. By the end of the night, I was able to walk little by little on it. To my suprise, I didn't think I would be able to walk for another week, but it just feels so good! It's just amazing how fast it's heeling! Anyways, after the painful massage of cocnut oil, she wrapped my leg with Ginger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to head up to Anaheim Thursday night, but my ankle was just too jerked up, so I stayed home instead. Saturday night, I was supposed to hit up Onyx Downtown to party, but I decided to stay home instead and get my ankle better. So I work out to relieve all this stress of pain from my ankle and everything else. Now I feel great and ready to work not only for money, but especially on my body. My physicality will soon be at the level I am hoping to be at once more. 8 pack here I come! That's right ya'll! Time to get back in shape. If you want to work out with me, I'll get your body in tip top shape as Summer arrives. Hit me up anytime. I'm serious, you're looking at someone who will change your life. Get up and do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julius is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is pleasure. Believe dat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dueces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-9146597572913682193?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/9146597572913682193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=9146597572913682193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/9146597572913682193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/9146597572913682193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-pain-to-pleasure.html' title='From Pain To Pleasure'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1945896208262682285</id><published>2009-03-11T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:04:09.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So my day began knowing that I would spend the day with Jaina. It's hard to see her as just a friend, but that's just how things go sometimes. All that matters is that we still keep in contact with each other and still manage to tell each other everything. She is the only person that I could confide in and truly knows me inside and out. Anyways, we talked on the phone for an hour or so and she finally decided that she wanted a new phone. It was definitely time for a new phone after the episode I had witnessed. I had told her that I was eligible for an upgrade since I have the 2nd generation iPhone (not 3g), so I could have gotten any phone I wanted. I was originally going to use it to buy her a phone for Christmas, but unfortunately, other things came up. Anyways, we got off the phone to get ready to check out the phone at AT&amp;T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at her house, and take her to also run a few errands. First off, we hit up the AT&amp;T store the recently just opened up by my house. It's an extremely big store with so little merchandise. You can run around the store without actually knocking anything over. Anyways, we walked in and were kindly greeted by one of the sales reps there. He helps us out every step of the way. While he checked on the inventory on the back for the Samsung Eternity, Jaina and I checked out the phone on display. At first, Jaina was very disappointed because she thought there was no qwerty board. But we later figured out that you have to tilt the screen in order for it to become a qwerty board. She told me she fell in love with the phone. So, we got started right away to walk out the store with her new phone. It was quite a process, but everything went in an orderly fashion. So after about 20-30 minutes in the store, Jaina was the new owner of a brand new Samsung Eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hitting up the AT&amp;T store, we had lunch at L&amp;L's. Since Willy's Workshop was next door, we stopped through the store, said wassup to the homie JR and checked out the inventory. Both women and men lines were honestly not looking good. They need to pickup a few more better clothes an lines. We were both famished and were ready to eat. I ordered the chicken katsu as usual and Jaina ordered the breaded Mahi Mahi. What was amazing to me to see was her eating the macaroni. I would have never thought that she would let alone finish the macaroni. It's just weird how people suddenly change. Maybe I just wasn't that person able to change her. And she was like I'm finished before you, but she didn't realize how much chicken to her little mahi mahi. My portion was just remendously bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling a bit bloated, Jaina wanted ice cream from Rite Aid. So we headed to the Mira Mesa location, but for some reason it was out of order. I'm assuming that the lady at the register was too busy or just didn't want to serve ice cream. So we were very irritated about that. Jaina had a Hello Kitty bank that she wanted to empty out at one of the Navy Federal branches, but only the Del Mar and the Mission Valley locations were the closet to carey those change machines. So I suggested that we hit up the Navy Fed off of Mission Gorge then head over to the Target. She had to return a few things she bought during her stress shopping before surgery. She purchased a few Hello Kittty items impulsly because it was Hello Kitty. Well, we returned them they she found a pair of jeans, gray jeans frrom some designer. I told her not to get them and just dave money. I on the other hand, purchased the new The-Dream cd. His album is relaxing, and catchy and makes you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Target, we wanted ice cream, the Jaina noticed the Kona Cakes across the street. But because they were out of Belgian White chocolate, more than half of the blended drinks selection could not be produced. So we decided to heck if there was a Rite Aid location near by. I recalled seeing a Rite Aid, and Jaina confirmed with Jacque that there was one by the Vons off of Mission Gorge. We stopped by Kristian's place to visit him and Kayden, and to finish our ice cream before we headed home. She reminded me to stop by my house to pick up the A Tribe Called Quest cd so she could bump it in her car. I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I provided her a sub and amp for her car. So I got the cd and end up back at her house. I was awfully exhausted, but Jaina insisted that I walk Rocky. So I did, and he handled his normal territorial markings and waste of shit, and not to mention needed exercise since all he does is eat, sleep, and chill in the house most of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I went home prepared myself for a basketball game. I'm a bit frustrated that we lost and I just want to leave it at that. I'll be headed to Anaheim at the Heat Lounge. Get some much needed away time from San Diego. There's just much more to explore in numerous ways. But all-in-all, thank the Lord it was a great day. It felt great hanging out with her and showing her that I want to be there and help her out. I may not have the brain of a genius, but I have the heart of a lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has treated me great no matter what I do, whether right or wrong. Thank you Jaina for being the rock in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me another chance, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1945896208262682285?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1945896208262682285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1945896208262682285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1945896208262682285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1945896208262682285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-232838002279062110</id><published>2009-03-09T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:30:39.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Filled With Birthday Celebrations</title><content type='html'>There's nothing better to take your mind off things and paint the town red, or hang out with friends, drink and have BBQ's. And also, what an expensive weekend as I believe I spent close to $200. I should be holding on as tight as possible with my money especially in this economy. I shouldn't be throwing everything away on unnecessary items. Any how, my tv is in and boy am I loving it. All I need to do is paint my furniture so everything matches, paint my room and drill more holes in my wall to elimiate a few loose wires that are just hanging. Although I wish I had a better tv, it beats watching on the tv I had before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the people who were celebrating birthdays: my homey Angel's girlfriend Mellanie celebrated her 23rd birthday March 7, my homie Allan celebrated his 24th birthday March 8th and my friend Romin's birthday is on March 11th I believe. It was a weekend filled with drinking, but this time, I made sure that I would not drink over my limit. Thank the Lord everything went smoothly. Well, I have been keeping busy by reading this book entitled "The Divine Comedy" by Dante. It's a difficult story to understand, but reading over it the 2nd time makes it more clearer; it makes better sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stoked about leaving for the Philippines because I'll be able to venture out and see what I have been missing. The fish that are in the sea. I was hanging out in an aquarium for a bit, but I got flushed down the toilet and now I'm back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to everyone in the month of March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-232838002279062110?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/232838002279062110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=232838002279062110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/232838002279062110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/232838002279062110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-filled-with-birthday.html' title='A Weekend Filled With Birthday Celebrations'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1111373788940296245</id><published>2009-03-06T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:44:49.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was blown away, literally. A couple of the homies watched this funny motherfuckin movie titled "Zack and Miri Make A Porno." Seriously, it was funny, and just made me think about my best friend. I may not have known her since 1st grade, but I've known her for a whole 4 years. It's crazy how fantastically good this movie is. I recommend it. A great date movie. It'll make you laugh, and make you want to have sex, or in my case reminisce about my ex-girl turned best friend for eternity. I just thought about the good things that went on when we were together, strong. I flash back at when I had my teeth knocked out from the dentist, and she was there by my side. I reminisce about the first time I met her, watching her volleyball practice, the first time we danced. She was as beautiful as I can remember, inside and out. Without her make-up, you can see her natural beauty. And her personality is unlike anybody's. I miss those days, and now all I can do is be the best friend that I can be as much as my feelings get hurt inside. I will always have the utmost respect for her and I will always love her. Some people don't recognize a great thing when they're gone. Zack and Miri, an instant classic. I talk to her more than I talk to my parents. She keeps me level-headed and always gave me such great advice and helped me with so many things. I admit, I acted really selfish and I don't know what came over me. I was just so attached at the hip, that all I can think about was Jaina. I'm just a lost soul trying to find it's way back. There's much to learn and much to accomplish. Thank you for showing me what love is and for being there every step of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shedding tears is a side of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1111373788940296245?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1111373788940296245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1111373788940296245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1111373788940296245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1111373788940296245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-799748722881157486</id><published>2009-03-03T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:08:40.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What An Unproductive Day</title><content type='html'>The day began laying in my bed doing nothing but contemplating on everything that has been going on throughout my life, just having flashbacks. I browse my iPhone as I do no longer have a MacBook or a functional desktop. So I'm stuck blogging through my phone, thus no pictures to your avail. Continuing on with my story, I have been browsing back and forth on craigslist searching for a wall mount for my newest addition: WELCOME! 42" Philips Plaasssma TV! It's just too bad that I gave up television for Lent. But it's alright because there are plenty of other things to do that are physically active. I have been pretty caught up with bills, paying another credit card off. I keep getting side tracked, back to the story. So I was about to purchase a wall mount for my tv from The Home Depot, but luckily I was able to get a hold of a seller off craigslist. He sold me a wall mount and HDMI cables for a total of $70. I would have paid well over $100 for everything at The Home Depot. Thankfully, everything turned out well. But I am waiting for my boy Merle to help me install it on Thursday, as it's his day off from work. I'll hook him up with some brew and food, or cash for his help. That's the least I can do. I don't scrub off homies, plus he's taking time off his day off to help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting I need to paint my room. My room is going to be fresh! I keep telling myself that I need to paint my room, and now I have to do it tomorrow. I can't take a break or I can't wait because it needs to be done before I install the wall mount. There is much work to do in so little time. If you've seen my room, you can see the half of my room is half white, and the other off-white. So I have to paint over the half of the ceiling that is off-white to white, my crown molding black and the walls gray. I hope I can finish everything in one day. I'll have to have some more help from my friends. I'll ask Jared if he wants to come help me out. Or maybe my boy Ulster who I haven't seen in ages. Maybe he can take abreak from school to come see a friend. There is much I need to do before this tv is set into place. Let's hope that everything will be accomplished in the little time I have. I'll be sure to take before and after picks this time of my work. It's just too bad that I won't be able to post them for awhile, thus the whole no laptop, no desktop thing. Sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modded Playstsaion 2 for sale with monitor, 1 controller and a shit load of games. $200. I think it's a pretty good deal considering the mass amount of games plus the portable monitor being thrown in. It's ancient! Not really, but it needs to get out of this room and house. It needs to be replaced with a Playstation 3 so I can play some Time Crisis 4 and experiencing Blu Ray on high definition. The Wii can only do so much for me. Don't get me wrong, it's fun for parties and what not. Maybe it just needs to be modded to it's full potential. Yes, that's exactly it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do now. I guess hit the sheets and call it a day. Tomorrow a morning of school, then heading over to the closed down facevalue store to remove the remaining furniture. If you need fresh gear ladies and gentlemen, get a hold of me. My boy Shane is still selling shit from his garaje. My next addition will be a pair of black Common Projects Dress Shoes Perforated. I need to step up my grown man attire as I'm getting older and older. Simple is beautiful to me. Flashy was the younger days, so it's hard to pull off gold kicks. Even though I do have a pair of Supra 14k gold Skytops sz. 10 I'm looking to get rid of. $280 VNDS. Got other kicks I need to get rid of to thin out of my closet for more room for possibly kicks and not to mention gear. Wesc peacoat if not sold will be in my possession and in my closet! Audi A8, you are as good as mine! You are always in my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need kicks, or know anybody that needs or wants some, a PS2, get at me and let me know. I need to fund the Julius needs money foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want another slurpee and some food for my stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-799748722881157486?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/799748722881157486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=799748722881157486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/799748722881157486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/799748722881157486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-unproductive-day.html' title='What An Unproductive Day'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8232259512971357493</id><published>2009-03-03T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:06:34.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Time</title><content type='html'>I have had lots of free time lately. Most of the time you'll find me studying, but now I have room to actually work-out. I haven't felt this good about my body in awhile. And now, I'm striving to be in the best shape of my life. There are parts of my body that need to be worked on and, that's alright because you can figure out what exercise, what type of training you need for that certain area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in search of a laptop, an apple laptop preferably as I have had no troubles with them and have been completely satisfied with everything apple has to offer. I'm looking for a MacBook or MacBook Pro. I'm also looking for a new desktop. Possibly an Apple as well, but whatever has a better deal will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that things will come and go and sometimes fall into your lap. Just going where the wind takes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8232259512971357493?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8232259512971357493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8232259512971357493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8232259512971357493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8232259512971357493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-time.html' title='Free Time'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3823070586044830832</id><published>2009-03-02T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:40:23.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday</title><content type='html'>The memories we've shared, the time we've spent will always be treasured in my heart. As of this moment in time, words can't express my emotions. Now, it's time to envision a life moving forward from the engulfness of sadness. I am not ready to be out in the dating scene quite yet, but I'm ready for the challenged that are ahead. I am ready to work hard to where I deserve to be and that's to become successful, to become an entreprenuer, a successor in life itself. Friendship is a comrodary between two or more individuals, and being a friend is someone who will be there by your side, somone who is willing to listen when you need to talk, or gives you advice, or gives you a helping hand. And even if I can't say your mine, I love you to death. It's hard to fathom reality when it hits you right in the gut, dead center on the nerve of your heart, but God sent me here in this lifetime for a reason. To conquer and endure and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I get my life straight and figure out what exactly I would like to do with my life. I will be traveling to the Philippines in June, and I'll be looking to try-out for possibly the PBA or so. I'll will be dedicating most of my time to basketball. Hopefully it will land me a shot with a professional team. I'm a competitor, and I love basketball, so I believe it's time to work hard and go with the flow and aim for a goal. There are people that give up too soon, and I don't want to be that person. I think it's time to get my head straight, create a checklist of goals I would like to accomplish, and set my mind to them. A slap in the face into reality was what I needed. There's things I need to do for myself to figure out if I belong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be on the most terrible mood swings throughout this year, from sadness to happiness and vice versa. Tonight I'm sad about what I heard tonight, but I'm glad that I did hear it and the strong support that I have given. For how I wish I can turn back the hands of time, but what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say goodbye to the yesterdays, but it is what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READING THE PAST, LIVING THE FUTURE. (how true it is.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3823070586044830832?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3823070586044830832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3823070586044830832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3823070586044830832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3823070586044830832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye-to-yesterday.html' title='It&apos;s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-318165279529649770</id><published>2009-02-27T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:27:40.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Ponder or Not To Ponder</title><content type='html'>Offering my services for a lady that is under medication and shouldn't even get behind the wheel of a vehicle is my concern. I have seen the affects of percocet and how unbelievable strong they are. The minute youre talking, next thing you know you're knocked out. And that's serious! You don't want to knock out while driving. That's considered driving under the influence and wreckless driving to not only your self, but especially to others being pedestrians or your fellow drivers on the road. So being the good friend that I am, I go out of my way to make sure that everything is ok, that transportation is arranged, that her safety is important. I hate talking about it in a friend's standpoint, but that's all I can do at this point. For Jaina, I would still do anything for her. Why? Because when you care about someone that's all you want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pondering a possible tattoo somewhere on my back or rib cage, or possibly both. I think it's about time for 1 or 2. To my friend Ulster, we will hang out soon my brotha. And for Lent, I gave up watching television. It's very difficult because people around me watch TV so I catch glimpses. Not that I'm trying to, it's just instinct. Anyhow, I would just like to thank the Lord for getting me through the pain I have been feeling and the situations I have been dealing with. There's much in life I have yet to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may get myself a puppy today, who knows. I'm going to be honest, I'm a bit lonely and having a pet will give me something to do. Occupy my time to nuture a man's best friend. It'll be a challenge, but a great challenge. It'll be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the wind to blow me away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-318165279529649770?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/318165279529649770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=318165279529649770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/318165279529649770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/318165279529649770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-ponder-or-not-to-ponder.html' title='To Ponder or Not To Ponder'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6547317454040988218</id><published>2009-02-24T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:24:06.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>So I started the day off on a good foot. I promised Jaina, well I offered to change her oil in her car because well, she needs it and so does the car. Today she was off on surgery, so I wanted to clean her car up while she was gone. I performed a quick oil change followed by a thorough vacuum and wipe down. There were tons of trash laying around in her car, so I cleaned it up. As I vacuumed her carpets I noticed that they were still dirty, so I did some deep cleaning with a carpet cleaner that I had and vacuumed them dry. After that, I decided to wash her car. I then waxed her car. I finished up by shining her tires. Her sub wasn't working for awhile, so I taped up the wires a little bit and fixed it right up. Now it's up and running and ready to be bumped with some music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that hardwork, I took a much needed shower as I was getting ready to get some things for Jaina. I stopped by the bank after my shower to pull out some money. I bought Jaina a get well card from Hallmark, and was debating on getting her flowers. But I knew people were going to get her some, so I decided to be different and put money to good use and be more practical. So I stopped by Mileage in Pacific Beach to get her some heels. I found a pair of High Heels black crock. I thought they would be a little pricey, but they were suprisingly $15. So I snagged them and headed out to Facevalue. Today was the final day the store would be open, and Im glad I went. I said goodbye to a great friend, my buddy Shane, but I'll be stopping by the store one final time to pick up some goods from him. I purchased a dope Ludwig jacket for $70 and some Kreed shades for $10! I wish I could buy more gear and upgrade my closet game. Friday, I'll be getting a pair of Common Projects BBall low's in white. I'm getting a great deal that I'll keep as a secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with Shane for about a good hour and a half, I returned to Mira Mesa to drop off Jaina's car. Oh yeah, I also added gas to her empty car. Well I dropped her car off and Jaina's dad and Rocky were outside. I think Jaina's dad mowed the lawn because I noticed that while pulling in, the lawn was watered. I asked if I could come in and drop my get well card and present to her. I gave her the card and shoes, and she was stoked that they weren't flowers. And that was my main point of getting her shoes instead of flowers. You can't wear flowers, but you can wear shoes. I also wanted to check up on her and see how she was doing. We chatted for a little bit and everything went well. She asked me if I could walk Rocky, so I happily took him out. He took his usual large poopoo while on his walk. Jaina's dad wanted me to stay for dinner, so I did. I couldn't refuse his cooking, and boy how I missed it. We had fried chicken with salted eggs and steamed broccoli and opo. Food was so delicious that I wanted to eat more, but I didn't want to be too heavy because I had a basketball game. Well I had a tough game, scoring 4 points. But I had some crucial defensive stops at the end. The game was tied and our opponent had a final shot, but I was able to block it to send it into overtime. We ended up winning by one in overtime thanks to Shaun's free throw called before time ran out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played horrible, but still ended up with a victory. After my game, I wanted to check up on Jaina to see if she was ok. I felt bad because everyone was hitting her up, but I promised that I would call and check her status. So today is Fat Tuesday, but I don't want to go out. I would rather chill and relax than drink, get drunk, spend money and get out of control. I can't do that especially in this economical crisis. People don't realize how bad our economy is financially. We spend so much time partying that we forget about it. And for some people that's the idea, they don't want to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be staying in tonight to rest up and get up for church in the morning because its Ash Wednesday. So what should I give up? Sex like Josh Hartnet in 40 Days and 40 Nights, drinking, watching tv? I think I'll give up something a little challenging. I will avoid watching television and sink my heads in books followed by workout sessions. I think its time to facilitate a new me and work towards a new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ash Wednesday approaches, I am thankful for such a great day. I am in God's hands now and he will lead me to whatever he has in store for me. Thank you lord for sticking with me through my pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is love, and vice versa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-6547317454040988218?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6547317454040988218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=6547317454040988218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6547317454040988218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6547317454040988218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-of-gratitude.html' title='A Day of Gratitude'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3777470915775334573</id><published>2009-02-24T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:00:59.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Humble</title><content type='html'>No one catches the frustration on my face, the pain in my heart, the tears from my eyes. My emotions define who I am and the person I will become. Grown men shouldn't cry, and even through these rough times, the only way I can go is up. Living through pain is apart of life and as people disappear -- in and out of your life -- you must move on. Thus, I keep myself level headed and take everything with precaution. Life is too precious to throw away. So there's no reason to be mad except upon myself, but even the negativity towards myself makes me emotional and ponder on what could have been. So I stay humble and positive because there's no time for it. Being happy and humble is the key to longevity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you Lord that you'll get me through each day, and keep me a level headed human-being. If I die before I wake, I know that it'll be my time to go. Thank you Lord for giving me life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3777470915775334573?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3777470915775334573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3777470915775334573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3777470915775334573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3777470915775334573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-humble.html' title='Being Humble'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-7191020385743500987</id><published>2009-02-22T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:04:22.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Through Life</title><content type='html'>It's hard to keep my composure, my cool. My swag is out of wack, lost, no where to be found. My heart is heavy, emotional, full of heartache. My eyes are glossy, exhausted, full of tears. Contemplating on what could of been, regreting all the mishaps, mistakes, life mistakes. Focused...more like losing focus. I'm losing more than focus, I'm losing myself. My body is empty, no skeleton, no brain, no heart. I am a lost soul in search for another. But heartache is just overpowering. I lost my confidence, my balance, my happiness, my passion, my everything. I close my eyes hoping I don't wake up, but I'm still alive. My sky used to be filled with sunshine, but now nothing but clouds filled with never-ending rain. Remembering the pain, escaping the pain, forgetting but never forgetting the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize what you do before you do what you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart broken lost soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-7191020385743500987?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7191020385743500987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=7191020385743500987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7191020385743500987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7191020385743500987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-through-life.html' title='Living Through Life'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4135403011333253316</id><published>2009-02-14T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:53:25.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Father Figure I Was Missing</title><content type='html'>Even though Jaina and I are no longer together, and chances as of now getting back together are unlikely, but possibly in the future we'll get back, you never know. I'm still young and she's still young and we have a lot of figuring out to do. Jaina's dad talked to me earlier today about our break-up and how its affecting me. And if it wasn't for his words of wisdom, I don't think I could really get through all of the bottled up emotions that I've kept inside. He really re-established ME, and what I need to do. I mean, I never really had a dad that I could talk to like that. He welcomes me into his home even though Jaina and I are no longer together, offers me to come by when there's family parties, invites me over to dinner, take Rocky for walks. He even gave me advice about school or if I didn't think school was for me, other options of jobs. He told me the jobs that he thought were logical, and I agree that staying with immigration, homeland security and medical fields are the way to go. He makes me feel like I'm apart of the family. He's honestly the dad I wish I had. I tear up everytime I think about it because I never had that father figure. It just feels good to hear that from someone very important to me. I will never forget anything he says and the times Jaina and I have had together. But its time to move forwards and learn from my mistakes. Thank you uncle, you are the dad I was always missing from my life. If you were not there, I would not know how reconnect with the world and with myself. And Jaina, you don't know how lucky you are to have a dad like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate all of your talks we had. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4135403011333253316?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4135403011333253316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4135403011333253316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4135403011333253316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4135403011333253316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/02/father-figure-i-was-missing.html' title='The Father Figure I Was Missing'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8066540519422390707</id><published>2009-02-10T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:36:50.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>Life is always changing, and for me it's not in a good way.  I began the year as a single man.  And the way I think about that is I (excuse my language) fucked up and lost the biggest catch ever.  She was definitely a fish that should have been kept.  There's a really high chance that I will never have another opportunity to get back with her, so I'll let her do her and I'll do me.  What more can I do except be patient and hope for the best.  Maybe it's another opportunity of life for me.  I'm a little...more say disappointed in myself that I let this happen.  Now I'm left in the dust letting some other person smack on my former girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like that haunt the shit out of me, but what can I do when a person doesn't want to listen about what you have to say.  I'm an embarrassment in life and I need to get my act together.  There's nothing more, how should I say this...disrespectful than being called a jerk, an embarrassment, so on and so forth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do I go from here?  Try to move on and forget about the past because that's long gone.  If she wants to move forward with her life, I'll let her be and keep out of her privacy because that's how I would like it.  And as for me?  I lost my love of my life and it'll be really hard for me to move on.  So what should I do?  I'm just going to soak everything in and try to refocus.  Now is not the time to be having a girlfriend and I need to get my priorities straight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't have gotten a girlfriend, I would have been done with college already and gotten a job out of this state.  Don't get me wrong, I love Cali, but there are bigger and better opportunities of the state, and not to mention the experience you can obtain.  I went from trying to become a physical therapist into become a sports med doctor.  My goal in life is to help people, and that's what I love to do.  I take pride in what I'm going to do and I'm striving to be the best!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it, but women, I'm a single man!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm ready for anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8066540519422390707?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8066540519422390707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8066540519422390707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8066540519422390707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8066540519422390707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-5893205676510680751</id><published>2009-02-01T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:17:44.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfection vs. Perfection</title><content type='html'>I realize that I will never be perfect, even though I strive for perfection. People make mistakes, and even if you try to fix whats right, you don't want to be acknowledged for it. But life is not an easy task as people take it for granted. Appreciate all the good things life has to offer you because they can disappear right before your eyes. Disappointment is what I'm feeling inside and I will never forgive myself. Maybe I shouldn't be so down on myself, but I should. Maybe I'll discuss with you why I'm acting in such a way...some time in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'll be in the future, but all I know is that Sports Medicine is in my veins. I live and breathe it, and till I become a doctor, I will truly be satisfied and feel accomplished. You make mistakes in life and corrections have to be made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's keeping me sane is basketball. Where I would be without you...probably be on the streets right now, without a future to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not to be treated lightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-5893205676510680751?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5893205676510680751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=5893205676510680751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5893205676510680751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5893205676510680751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/02/imperfection-vs-perfection.html' title='Imperfection vs. Perfection'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-5965413111949335915</id><published>2009-01-07T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:41:13.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unappreciation</title><content type='html'>I take what I have for granted, and under-appreciate the good things in my life. First off, life itself is under-appreciated. Just living the life I have now is just a privilege. To be living in a home, I'm just so thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never give enough attention to Jaina. She is the sunshine of my life and my love for her is so unconditional. I love you Jaina, always have always will and nothing will ever change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-5965413111949335915?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5965413111949335915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=5965413111949335915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5965413111949335915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5965413111949335915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2009/01/unappreciation.html' title='Unappreciation'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8367050837499270932</id><published>2008-12-29T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:58:31.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost The End of The Year</title><content type='html'>With this year almost gone and away, I am more than ready Goethe new year. This year is a time of rejuvenation, rehabilitation, redemption. A new school year is coming up and it's time to grow up and move on with my life and become a bigger adult. It's a new season of playing basketball and honestly, I have to prove myself that my level of competition is improving. It's that time of the year to work on my game. It's that time of the year to begin a new chapter in my love life. A new year, a new beginning, a new mentality, a new purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get rid of a couple things in my room like shoes that I no longer wear. And other miscellaneous items. It's time to get ahead of school and do some extra studying and preparing. Education leads to a job, possibly a career equalling better income (money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the world, throw me into the wolves like how I was thrown into the plumbing department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's resolution: FINISH SCHOOL AND FIND A CAREER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8367050837499270932?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8367050837499270932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8367050837499270932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8367050837499270932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8367050837499270932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-end-of-year.html' title='Almost The End of The Year'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6345641666022757553</id><published>2008-12-26T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:18:32.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After X-Mas</title><content type='html'>It was a day where I felt I was really really rushed. Even after getting off quite early, and getting done by 5:30PM, there was just so much to do. I hate the feeling of being rushed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had plans to first stop through my Uncle Leo's house because he has been asking us to come over, but we were NOT able to attend, due to an accident on Miramar Road that occurred before the entrance to the Marine Corps Base. I took that as a sign since it was also raining and headed back to Mira Mesa. So we went back to Jaina's house, but as soon as we got home, our friend Yvette wanted to meet up. Her and Jaina wanted to exchange gifts. We went to Tea Station for tea and won-tons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Mira Mesa for Los Angeles at around 7:30PM. Our original plan to leave was 7:00PM. But because we met up with Yvette, that kind of cut our plans a bit behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, before we left, we opened gifts. I received a few gifts from Jaina's Dad and Mom. Jaina's Dad got me this Adidas traveling kit. Just what I needed, and Jaina's Mom gave me I believe $40 in crispy $5 bills. I left the envelope alone in a secret stash that I could fall back in just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I get from Jaina? Well, I received Guitar Hero World Tour for the Wii!! I actually was expecting to get a PS3, but I guess I'll have to purchase that on my own. But I'm very happy that I got Guitar Hero. But that was only 1 of 2 presents. She was going to get me these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Projects Desert Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gargyle.com/shop/bmz_cache/c/cd67b34702ec7a5fef4610fdb8dace37.image.310x310.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gargyle.com/shop/bmz_cache/e/ec524721f80db513667b51279f2df3d3.image.310x310.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gargyle.com/shop/bmz_cache/e/e8f15bf8672e2d5db7b7e97678c17d93.image.310x310.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll be able to find these anywhere now because they don't sell these at any store that I know of and the only website that sold these are not sold out. Now I'll have to search for these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my back up pair are these on sale at Facevalue. I hope they still have my size left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Projects BBall low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="310" height="350" src="http://web2.revolveclothing.com/images/COMM-MZ44_V1-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="310" height="350" src="http://web2.revolveclothing.com/images/COMM-MZ44_V2-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="310" height="350" src="http://web2.revolveclothing.com/images/COMM-MZ44_V4-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did I get for Jaina? I got her something that a girl can't refuse...Louis Vuitton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Louis Vuitton Pochette Milla MM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.louisvuitton.com/web/flash/index.jsp;jsessionid=RVNW5NIF12DBUCRBXUFFAGIKEG4RAUPU?buy=1&amp;langue=en_US&amp;direct1=home_entry_us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look it up and you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get her a matching wallet but I think that'll wait till our 4 Year Anniversary on January 13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all, it was a pretty good Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching: Step Brothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-6345641666022757553?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6345641666022757553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=6345641666022757553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6345641666022757553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6345641666022757553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-after-x-mas.html' title='The Day After X-Mas'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4786445758526252493</id><published>2008-12-22T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:33:39.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for This Upcoming Holiday</title><content type='html'>The past two days, I was lucky enough to get away from work. But the real work began preparing for this holiday season by getting all of the necessary gifts for all of the kids and not to forget the parents. There was much spending going around that I could see cacoons in my wallet; just not yet butterflies. That just means I still have a little bit of cash on me. But not for too long at least. Tomorrow, I should be cometong my holiday shopping with a brand new phone, but not for me. I will be going to AT&amp;T to purchase a phone that I think Jaina would like. It's similar to the blackjack I first got her, but updated and with touch screen. Since the Nokia n97 is not out till next year, it'll have to wait and this will have to do for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to be up to date with technology and so have I. I just hope that everything falls into plans. I plan to take her old phone, take out her SIM card, pop it in the new phone, put the new phone in the new bag I purchased her earlier today (Louis Vuitton clutch) and call her. I hope this makes her happy. I'll know when she's happy when I hear her squel. Only time will tell, and it's extremely hard fore to contain my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell. HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4786445758526252493?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4786445758526252493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4786445758526252493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4786445758526252493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4786445758526252493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/12/preparing-for-this-upcoming-holiday.html' title='Preparing for This Upcoming Holiday'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3958014627872920816</id><published>2008-12-13T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:46:14.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 12, 2008</title><content type='html'>On this day, I was expecting to enjoy my first day of my 3-day vacation. Friday morning, I began my day by taking Jaina to school. While she was taking one of her finals, I waited and took a nap. From what she was telling me, she did well...I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an educated morning(for her), we stopped by Big Lots! My first perception of that store was that it sold cheap stuff, and when i describe the word 'cheap' I mean not selling any good items. But to my perception, I was completely wrong. It's a really good spot to purchase good Christmas presents for a sale price. And if you have some last minute shopping to do, i doubt this place will get busy. It's under-rated. check out the store for yourself. I'm sure you'll find good items for everyone in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some shopping at Big Lots!, we stopped through the drive through at Jack in the Box. We ordered The Hearty bowl combos, and might I add that the breakfast bowls are delicious. I also ordered an Egg Nog shake; one of the best Egg Nog shakes I have ever had. After an enormous breakfast, Jaina &amp; I popped a vicodin, and knocked out for hours. It was the greatest nap I've had in weeks and a great way to start off the weekend. Later that night, I dropped off Jaina over at The Keating Downtown. She was promoting 42 Below, which is vodka made in New Zealand. Their water there is supposedly the best tasting water in the world, thus making their vodka so pristine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was there, I dropped by Angel's house. It was his birthday so I wanted to wish him a happy birthday. I left Angel's house to pick up Jaina, and came right back. It was one of those nights where people drink excessively to the point of no return. And it was filled with drama, at least with the girls. It's incredible to see how twisted a single person could get. And I was very disappointed with the actions that she took. After knowing Angel's sister for quite a while, I would just think that she would have a little respect for not just me, but for Jaina. So what if I did WoWoWee, and you think it's wack. To you maybe, but I think it opened up an opportunity for me to do something with my life; I'm always welcome to come back and dance. Maybe it'll open up an acting career, who knows. Anyways, to cap off the night, Angel's neighbor, most likely DRUNK, backed up in to Angel's Van and Mercedes awfully hard. All I have to say about him...WHAT AN IDIOT!! He shouldn't have even driven if he was drunk off his ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaina and I were awfully heated, and it was kinda difficult for us to sleep. But we finally did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A NIGHT! I HOPE THAT NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3958014627872920816?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3958014627872920816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3958014627872920816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3958014627872920816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3958014627872920816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-12-2008.html' title='December 12, 2008'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3835042824878583182</id><published>2008-12-02T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:44:30.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Projects on Kanye a bit lately...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so what if I pay attention to what Mr. West wears once in awhile. The dude has style and is quite talented in many arenas. I may not be a huge fan or anything, but I respect the dude for doing his thing and my head bounces and I tap my toes to his music fairly often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure some of you have noticed as well his epic choice of footwear lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s been rockin’ the infamous Common Projects in press shots, the AMA Awards and on the Conan O’Brien show lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye’s got the light grey Achilles Low Leather on in this cover shot for his new album 808’s &amp; Heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.facevalueshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/808.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s got the CP Desert Boots on at the recent AMA Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.facevalueshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/ama.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, on November 25, 2008 he was sporting the Grey Achilles Low Leather in his interview and performance of his new song, “Heartless” on NBC’s Conan O’Brien Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and buy some Common Projects because they feel goooooooood. Buttery smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/dtbiPJnN5YlwScmw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/dtbiPJnN5YlwScmw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/Hk3RCs88zFYpmWVc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/Hk3RCs88zFYpmWVc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&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/1491159178748988464-3835042824878583182?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3835042824878583182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3835042824878583182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3835042824878583182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3835042824878583182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/12/common-projects-on-kanye-bit-lately.html' title='Common Projects on Kanye a bit lately...'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3081572730220067590</id><published>2008-12-01T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:33:58.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>It was a cold morning, with clouds scattered here and there amongst the beautiful blue sky. It's a day to be thankful of everything and stuff your face with turkey &amp; cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes &amp; gravy, and all the other food that goes well for the festive holiday. It's also a day where most people have the day off. Luckily, I was one of them and thank the Lord because I would not be a happy camper if I were stuck @ The Home Depot selling faucet fixtures and sprinkler parts, and to the people that went if we were open, I wouldn't even offer my services. And I know I have been saying this for quite sometime, but I really really need a new job. I feel like I should be doing something that I enjoy doing, and a job that I have been contemplating about sometime is selling shoes. And I definitely would not mind selling shoes to women. And I definitely can perceive this irresistible persuasiveness if I wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's a different story to talk about. Besides all that, the day consisted of dance rehearsal practice from 9AM-12PM, originally practice was till 5PM, which honestly once I think about it, I would not have minded. I know, I know...dance rehearsal...you're probably thinking "Julius dances?" And honestly I don't, but I have done choreography before. And this was for a good cause. It was for a very popular, internationally televised globally, Filipino game show. Take a guess...if you guessed WoWoWee then you guessed right. If you asked me how I got into it, it's kind of a long story, and since I haven't blogged in quite sometime, I shall explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to drive my girlfriend and my home girl to try-outs as dancers for WoWoWee held in National City by the Jolibee there. So I take a seat why they fill out paperwork. As soon as they enter, the person at the desk--I forgot what his name was--asked me to try out because they were in desperate need of male dancers. Originally, I had plans to hit up Plaza Bonita for some NBA socks because like what Sir Charles Barkley said, "I need them for my footsies." But I didn't go shopping and instead, in the spur of the moment, I tried out. And I was wearing my white Evisu skinny jeans and my army green Sperry's. And guess what, I made it and worked that dance floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was very uncomfortable because I didn't really know anyone, but I opened up and met extraordinary people, talented people, down-to-earth people, people that are now my friends. It was such a good experience, It made me what to take dance classes to excel in what little skills I have. My girl thinks it's silly, but I think It's just liberating from stress and pain and everything else. The dancers we're so talented and the girls were very beautiful. It was surely an experience of a lifetime. My girl wouldn't do it again, but I would. Maybe because I didn't do much, but if I learn a couple more moves, I could be involved in the show fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice was done, we raced to CVS back in Mira Mesa to grab some snacks and energy drinks for the show. After that, I picked up my clothes and we headed back to Jaina's house since she had food there. I took a shower there before heading down to LA with her family to celebrate Thanksgiving. I had to say, that that was one of the most stressful Thanksgiving I have ever had because we had practice early the next morning. It was, what I thought a waste of time and excruciatingly stressful and really uncomfortable traveling back and forth. The food was alright, and I stuffed my face because that's what your supposed to do on Thanksgiving. We didn't return home till 1AM and honestly I was so exhausted the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a mandatory rehearsal, and we finally got to perform on stage, but not after 3 hours of doing absolutely nothing --what a waste of time.--  We then had to travel back to the Sheraton to practice because the stage wasn't even set up yet.  Then we traveled back to the Cox Arena to again do nothing for about 2 hours, and finally getting to perform on stage for about 2 hours.  But all-in-all, it was an experience of a lifetime. Who can say that they performed for a internationally televised game show? And say they got pictures with Luningning &amp; Marielle? Don't forget the other beautiful dancers that were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get to do some Black Friday shopping. Not like I wanted to. And I'm glad that I didn't work that Friday either. Thank the Lord. There's nothing better than a couple of days off from work, but only to get more work (dancing).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my fellow dancers, y'all did your thang and keep doing what you love. Dancing is an incredible skill that people have, and truthfully speaking, I used to make fun of them. To me, it's an intricate flow of body movement that is just incredible to watch. If you have TFC, watch it December 13. Record it, remember it, talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's WoWoReffic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3081572730220067590?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3081572730220067590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3081572730220067590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3081572730220067590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3081572730220067590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-i-spent-thanksgiving.html' title='How I Spent Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6926298669579364373</id><published>2008-11-23T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:48:25.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For A Partner</title><content type='html'>I'm dead serious. I HAVE what it takes to win the $50,000. I need money and I need it NOW! Plus, it'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bpong.com/img/wsobp4_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.bpong.com/files/FlowPlayerLight.swf?config=%7Bembedded%3Atrue%2CbaseURL%3A%27http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ebpong%2Ecom%2Ffiles%27%2CvideoFile%3A%27http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ebpong%2Ecom%2Ffiles%2Fepicscore%5Ffinal2%2Eflv%27%2CautoRewind%3Atrue%2Cloop%3Afalse%2CinitialScale%3A%27orig%27%2CautoBuffering%3Atrue%2CautoPlay%3Atrue%7D" width="430" height="280" scale="noscale" bgcolor="111111" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" allowNetworking="all" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$50,000 anyone? Do you have what it takes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-6926298669579364373?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6926298669579364373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=6926298669579364373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6926298669579364373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6926298669579364373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-for-partner.html' title='Looking For A Partner'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4975569172197990150</id><published>2008-11-03T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:43:31.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An BOOtacular Weekend</title><content type='html'>It was a nice weekend, besides being sick most of the time. At first, I was trying to go out for Halloween, but I didn't want to miss my baby's exhibition performance at Monster Bash 2008. I'm glad that I got to go out, and it was worth getting even more sick that I was. The following day at work, all my manager's were noticing it, so I asked to leave about 2 hours early, and I did. And now I'm "Well Rested" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m95/completeclothing/P1010019-7.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the same Orisue shirt in white &amp; red by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a couple pictures to cap off the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=350 width= 300 src=http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00921.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaina's Boss, Sin's pre-birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=350 width= 300 src=http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00948-1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby and I at Monster Bash 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=350 width= 300 src=http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00944.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy's Kris (left) &amp; Luke (right), and homegirl Ianne (middle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=350 width= 300 src=http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00946.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianne &amp; Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=350 width= 300 src=http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00947.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris &amp; Ianne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a jiggy weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very batty! I was a pilot by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0710-0117-4133_Vampire_Cartoon_clipart_image.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4975569172197990150?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4975569172197990150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4975569172197990150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4975569172197990150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4975569172197990150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/11/bootacular-weekend.html' title='An BOOtacular Weekend'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2581407495068101449</id><published>2008-09-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:08:25.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable</title><content type='html'>Much of my characteristics are based on my unpredictability, if that's even a word. There's some decisions that I make on the fly, but I really need to think before I really commit myself and finalize my decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly life isn't about ME anymore, it's about US. I have to think more on what's best for our life and not my life. That's how life is when you're in a commitment. You have to commit and make decisions based on what's best for the both of us. With that said, I haven't really took that into consideration. Sometimes, I seem to forget to consult and discuss with my girl about the decisions I make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have vowed to talk and discuss anything with my girl because honestly, I don't want to hide anything from her. If she opened up her life to me, then why can't I. Maybe it's an insecurity of mine, or maybe I choose not to, or maybe I just don't care. Well, my lack of initiating conversation and opening up my heart fully is probably because I don't want my heart broken again. But hey, life isn't easy, but I'll do whatever it takes to penetrate that force field that's repelling me from opening up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, changes in life are good, but not all are considered that way. Hopefully this change is for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard knock life, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of celebrations coming up:&lt;br /&gt;Dexter &amp; Jared's birthday @ On Broadway, Downtown this Friday. &lt;br /&gt;(Sorry ya'll, I can't make it out due to work.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2581407495068101449?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2581407495068101449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2581407495068101449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2581407495068101449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2581407495068101449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/09/unpredictable.html' title='Unpredictable'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-5464676646514492577</id><published>2008-09-13T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:47:39.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like Such A Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Since taking off this semester, I feel like I shouldn't have because it feels like I can't relax. I feel like I'm pressured into getting back to school. I know I should have been done 2 years or a year ago, but there was a certain path I had taken where I was trying to figure out what I really wanted to do. I feel like I put myself in a cellar with no light, and I feel like getting a degree is my only way out. I know my priorities, and they're going to be a bit tweaked. I feel like I'm drifting away and wasting my life away. I need to stop thinking about myself and more about us. If I'm looking towards a future with my future wifey, then I can't just think about myself. I'm a mess and I need to break out of the black hole and into the light! Sometimes I feel like leaving this world, but that would be the easy way out. Life isn't easy, and its never meant to be. We can only work hard to where we feel comfortable at being. Life is a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is the future and shouldn't be taken for granted. I feel like the biggest disappointment to not only my parents, my gf, and her parents, but to everyone who sees potential in me. I appreciate all your words of wisdom and all the support. I could have never been so motivated to graduate and get my life in track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to graduate with a college degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-5464676646514492577?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5464676646514492577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=5464676646514492577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5464676646514492577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5464676646514492577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-like-such-disappointment.html' title='I Feel Like Such A Disappointment'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4591930645793044078</id><published>2008-08-22T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:11:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Jiggy Over The Weekend</title><content type='html'>It was my first time being in Vegas since I have turned 21 and it was a blast. Although my trip wasn't as extravagant as my girl's, I still had a great time! But there's much to tell, but hey, it's Vegas right so what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. That's just the way it goes. You kinda had to be there to see it all. Nough said, Vegas was JIGGY! Get with the lingo cuz it's gon be a fad once more! Contemplating on getting new art work on my body. First, working on a new job. Need one fast because 6679 is getting old quick. Need something new and exciting and not to mention challenging. "I need money!" as 50 would say. I need to hustle and get on the grind. Well, back to the life filled with work and soon school. I decided to change majors once more and relocate into political science. I figured that if I were to moi. The military, then political science would be a perfect major foe me. I've had my mind made up and that's what I want to do. I just want the degree so I coils move on and start a new chapter in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being MIA for so long, but I have been so busy that I couldn't keep up with everything. Hopefully I won't be enticed to only write in her every so often. Hopefully I'll be able to keep up daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never quit at something I want so badly even if it doesn't come easy. If it were easy, then where's the challenge. And challenges are apart of life and the everyday situations. You feel me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will triumph and succeed!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4591930645793044078?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4591930645793044078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4591930645793044078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4591930645793044078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4591930645793044078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-jiggy-over-weekend.html' title='Real Jiggy Over The Weekend'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2155813499445746057</id><published>2008-07-28T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:09:04.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is NOT the Day.</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I feel like tearing my own head off. I don't really feel like talking much, and it seems like being @ work is going to make my day even worser than it already is now. Why do I feel this way? Maybe the thought of terrible news or the thought of a person who you thought was close to suddenly back stabbing you in the back. Happiness is hard to come by nowadays. And even when I look at the person who I confide in, my princess, my happiness, I can't find my way to the light where happiness is. I thought about calling in sick, but I would only make it harder for my fellow co-worker(s). F this sad day. I wish I could sleep the whole day away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off too reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2155813499445746057?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2155813499445746057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2155813499445746057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2155813499445746057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2155813499445746057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-not-day.html' title='Today is NOT the Day.'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6511789591189689930</id><published>2008-07-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:05:10.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Day By Day</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think about how good of a life I should be living and how much I put myself in a situation of where I'm struggling to survive. I know that I don't have all the money in the world, and I can't splurge on things that I don't need. But if you don't like it, then I'm sorry. I'm trying to be the best person I can be. But my life has changed, and I have met the girl of my dreams. I'll put her before anyone else, even myself. That's just what "love" does to you. Being selfish can sometimes make you unhappy, and I'm just living how I'm living. Take me for who I am. If you can't appreciate me, then that's a risk I'll have to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-6511789591189689930?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6511789591189689930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=6511789591189689930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6511789591189689930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6511789591189689930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-day-by-day.html' title='Living Day By Day'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4596346866761805836</id><published>2008-07-02T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:39:50.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless</title><content type='html'>If you can't afford to get something you want, then you obviously can't buy it, and should be left at that. If you can have a sense of self-restraint, then you can control yourself from purchasing things that are not practical, and you can budget your money and you're flow of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got my credit card done and over with because it was beginning to ruin my life. It was at a point of $2000, and it was getting out of control. And now, everything is where I want it to be and I will do everything in my power to stay away from the so called "Credit Cards." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have built enough credit as it is. Enough to falter and enough to purchase necessities in the future such as a home of my own or any type of transportation. As soon as I get my other credit card paid off, I will resign from The Home Depot and move onto something bigger and better, or better yet, just relax and focus on whatever I will be looking forward to in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides facing the realism of the real world, I have been laying low and out of sight. I have been constantly hanging out with my girl because honestly, I love being around here. And every now and then, I'll hang out with my friends and chill and play ball, or play some Wii and any type of video games available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really off the subject, but I'll be painting my room very shortly, hopeful before the beginning of the new semester. Pictures will be coming up in the near future, I promise. And this time I'll have them posted with the post itself instead of climaxing and provoking your excitement towards a post with pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just need pictures to go along with the story, to keep you interested, to give you an idea of what you're explaining, or better yet, to keep you interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing gives me a sense of relief towards whatever I am feeling whether it's good or bad. It's helps me build off some steam, or give you some exciting news about how great of a day it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truthfully speaking, I can't complain about life. It's treating me very well, and you can only live life how you can. If you complain, then all your life, you'll be complaining. So don't put extra stress, just relax because there will be another day to arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect and love thy neighbor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jules&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4596346866761805836?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4596346866761805836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4596346866761805836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4596346866761805836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4596346866761805836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/07/timeless.html' title='Timeless'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4921663651776337323</id><published>2008-06-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:54:52.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Day Off</title><content type='html'>So here's how my day consisted. I didn't really get much sleep the previous night because I was talking to my girl who is currently in the Philippines for vacation. I took a brief nap and woke up early at around 7AM. I kinda just laid on the couch and watched a bit of tv. About 2 hours later, I decided to get my lazy butt off the couch and do some laundry laying around the house. I washed everything from the covers on the couch, loose laundry hanging around in rooms, and my pile of laundry that I leave by the dining table. I even washed my black Pumas I used to mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I mowed the lawn. It looks immaculate! Besides all the brown spots scattered around the lawn. After finishing up the front yard, I cleaned up the backyard and swept up all the leaves and picked up Rocky's gifts that he lays around the yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that, I hopped in the shower for a much needed cleansing. It was very refreshing. I was supposed to go to facevalue with Ulster, but he over slept, as I did also. Anyways, I hopped out the shower and folded all of the washed clothes. After that, I traveled to Ikea to return an extra book shelf that I had purchased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eatten the whole day so I picked up 2 hot dogs, a bag of chips, a soda, and a cinnamon bun before I traveled to facevalue to pick up a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I got to facevalue, I talked to Vince and met his best bud, Emily. She has a great friendly personality and that's what I love about walking into facevalue. Everyone is always ALWAYS very nice about everything. No signs of bad energy. Well, we talked about his trip back home to Seattle and him speaking in front of college students. Also, they didn't have the shirt that I wanted provided by NHTVSN (NightVision) of La Forge from Star Trek. The shirt is dope, and my buddy Vince ordered me a shirt from them since they are here locally, or what he says somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://www.facevalueshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/laforge.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't wait for my Undftd "Boston Sucks" shirt to come in. And by the way, Lakers won game 3, so the series is 2-1 in favor of Boston. It was a hard fought battle and will only get harder. I can't wait to be rockin' this around the neighborhood. And sorry Bostononian's if you are offended. I just grew up a Lakers fan, that's just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://www.dubdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/un1-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://www.dubdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/un2-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be rockin' this shirt till the day I die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also anticipating these Nike AM1 Safari 87 inspired. I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="550" src="http://www.rmkstore.com/rmk/images/news/200806/20080603_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also anticipating these: Nike Air Force 1 Hi "1World". It's the one on the left. I want to rock these when I play ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="550" src="http://www.rmkstore.com/rmk/images/news/200805/20080526_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent pick up to play ball in. In reminscent of the Space Jam XI's and a mix of the Nike Air Shake Ndestrukts and the Nike Air Barkley's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="550" src="http://www.rmkstore.com/rmk/images/news/200805/20080524_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4921663651776337323?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4921663651776337323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4921663651776337323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4921663651776337323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4921663651776337323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-i-spent-my-day-off.html' title='How I Spent My Day Off'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4212567498671503563</id><published>2008-06-08T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:04:58.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP IT ON THE HUSH!! DON'T SAY NOTHING!! (*edited)</title><content type='html'>Again, It's been quite a while since I've last written in here. To be exact, I believe it was a post on my b-day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since then, I have been working on a "top secret" project for the past 2-3 weeks. And finally, I could say that "I am completely FINISHED!! WOOHOO!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall provide pictures of the finished product. Excuse the poor quality of the pictures as I did not have a real camera, so as a result, I had to use my iPhone instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have realized to shoot "before" pictures to see how big a difference it was, but next time, if another project shall arise, I will know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here is a brief description of what I did for the past 2-3 weeks. First, I removed all of the popcorn off the ceiling including inside her closet. Next, I painted the ceiling white to freshen up the room because the previous color of off-white was NOT going to work with the color of the paint, which was resembling to a Tiffany Blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after carefully painting the ceiling, I then painted her walls with the Tiffany blue paint that we got from my work. Without using any tape, I carefully painted the edges not hitting the white trimming on the bottom and the white ceiling. I was able to perform this task with very very minimal mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I removed all of her clothes in her closet and painted the inside walls so that it doesn't look sloppy. I'm a perfectionist so I wanted everything to it's entirity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after finishing up the walls, I assembled all of the furniture that was purchased at Ikea. I purchased 2 Billy bookcases that will serve it's purpose with a twist of the addition of photo frames and awards. The original color was white, but with a strict plan, I spray painted the bookcases black. It took me about 2 days to complete since I had to let them dry and re-spray all the spots that I missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing the spray painting of the bookshelves, I placed the finished products to be placed in the room. These two bookshelves are located in the right corners of the room with the bed in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I spray painted the bed black, as it's original color was a natural maple since I was on a strict description of having all the furniture black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had to assembled a Malm dresser bought at Ikea. I then transfered all of her clothes from her previous dresser into the new dresser. There was no need to spray paint since the furniture already comes in a black color. Thank God for that because spray painting is no fun. All of the fumes would get in and on my nose and especially all of my face. But it in the end, it was all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I put all of the clothes I took out of the closet, and returned them back into the closet. That took me about an hour since she has so so much! She's a girl, what do you expect?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing that task, I, and the help of my good buddy Dexter put together the Billy bookcase, which will serve as a shoe rack display for her heels and boots. And this bookcase came in a black-brown color. She really wanted this in black, but to be honest with you, you can't really tell since it's a very dark mix. So I decided not to paint it since it looks good as it is. I added an extension to the bookcase and a couple of shelves to fit more heels on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then displayed all of her heels on the bookcase and added the addition of two spotlights located at the top of the shelf. This was an idea that was not really in the plans but I decided to do anyways because it would make the display of the shoes that much better. And honestly, it makes it so so much better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the, I transfered whatever was left from her drawers into plastic bags and put them in her already stuffed closet. I hid them behind her clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything Looks great, and I can't wait to see the look on her face. It's going to be awesome! I wish I could be there to see the look on her face, but she'll be suprised to see what I did to her room. Just as her original plan, but altered a bit. But still, everything went as planned to her exact diagram she drew out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FORGET, THAT THIS IS A SECRET PROJECT THAT I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THAT SHE HAS NO CLUE ABOUT. **AND IF YOU WANT A MAKE OVER IN YOUR ROOM, MY SERVICES ARE AVAILABLE...FOR A PRICE OF COURSE.** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit:6/10]I can't forget the help of my friends: Jared, David and Ulster for helping me lift the old furniture out of her room. Without you guys, I would be straining my back and calling in sick to work because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit:6/10]Here are a couple of pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch006-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/MartiniRanch009.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4212567498671503563?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4212567498671503563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4212567498671503563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4212567498671503563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4212567498671503563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-post-with-pictures.html' title='KEEP IT ON THE HUSH!! DON&apos;T SAY NOTHING!! (*edited)'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/janeys%20room/th_MartiniRanch001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-5325553114407099196</id><published>2008-05-28T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:15:41.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is A Special Day</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting up in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today is a very special day. None other than MY BIRTHDAY! But nothing special happened today. Just pretty much spent the day at my girl's house since she's out on vacation in the Philippines till June 14. It was pretty much laundry day since I had a pile of clothes lying in the corner. Usually I'm on top of things, but today, I've just been in a lazy-relaxed type of mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what consisted of this day: I had a couple of my co-workers/friends over to play some Wii. I just got Mario Kart and we've been playing that till early this morning. Next, I slept and woke up at around 12:30. I was going to go shopping, but with what money since I spent over $500 yesterday on furniture from Ikea and 2 Wii remotes. So I decided to stay in and continue to work on my girl's room so I could suprise her when she gets back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a project for her and I, but I decided to wait till she was gone so she'll be suprised when she gets home. Something I decided to do on my own, but I couldn't of done it alone. With all of the furniture I got yesterday, I would have never have packed everything all in my little black Celica. Thankfully, I was with Dexter and David most of the day, and David had his truck so I was able to load everything in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, continuing on, I finished painting my baby's closet doors and still working on painting the walls. By the way, she picked the 'Tiffany' color, and it looks very good on her walls. So while painting her closet doors, I received a "619" number on my cell number, so I picked it up, and what do you know, a call from Bloomingdales. So I find out that I have an interview at 12PM. It's good to know because I have been waiting for a call from them for awhile. Hopefully it'll be the job I wished for and at a salary that is well deserved. I was really excited and jumped for joy. Hopefully, they finalize their decision and hire me on the spot. That would make me jump even higher for joy...maybe even give me some boosties for a slam dunk! ha, how I wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at around 4:45PM, my mom called me and asked me if I wanted to have dinner at the Boathouse in Harbor Island close to the San Diego Airport. I agreed, hopped in the shower and headed over to my mom's house, since I'm staying at my girl's house. So I arrived at the house at around 6:15PM, then we headed down to the Boathouse. I find out that there was a special on Live Maine Lobster for $11.95! I find that extremely cheap and it was very very good! Then when we were all done and ready to leave, my mom gives me a smacking 200 bucks in my hand. I was stoked, but I didn't want to show my joy, but I was very greatful for dinner and very greatful to have such a wonderful loving mother and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I traveled back to my baby's house and chilled for a little bit, finished up the Celtics/Pistons game, which the Celtics won by 4 points, and then went off to paint the walls of my girl's room. And now, I'm typing in here and telling you what consisted of my day. I'll be continuing to paint and hopefully finish up the walls so I can spray paint all the furniture I got for her black since that's what she wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to work I go, wish me luck because I have a deadline of less than 2 weeks. It'll be exciting to see the look on her face! Hopefully it's a jaw and eyes wide open look ending with a big fat hug and millions of kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of that, I will be celebrating my birthday tomorrow at D&amp;B's tomorrow. So you are very welcome to come in and have some fun. That's what I plan on doing. Then on Saturday, I hope to extend my birthday celebration at ONYX Downtown SD. It'll be another fun event, which will hopefully end up with a smile on everyone's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see ya'll there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for the birthday greetings. I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy kid,&lt;br /&gt;Julius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To Christine: I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your wedding. I was involved in an incident that included a stretcher and an ambulance car. Long story short, I had alcohol poisoning. It's embarrassing. I'm sorry. But congratulations! I have so happy for you. I spread my congratulations to Daniel as well. You two are meant for each other. Best wishes. I'll keep in touch for Sushi, we have much to catch up on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ulster, sorry I missed you call, this top portion also pertains to you. We also have much to catch up on my brotha. Take care and you still owe me one of those 4n6 t's. No homo, but I miss you Wee Ninja. Well keep up your schoolings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-5325553114407099196?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5325553114407099196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=5325553114407099196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5325553114407099196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5325553114407099196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-special-day.html' title='Today is A Special Day'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3028464779320506167</id><published>2008-05-07T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:36:25.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Getting Wiser</title><content type='html'>You can say that I'm getting older, but to put it in a more positive perspective, I'm only getting wiser. From the mistakes the a took part in in the past is being corrected and being avoided.  It's time to step up into a career where I can shed some of my true potential amongst a company that sees hard work and effort instead of 'kissing the boss's butt.' You know who you are...Tim Page!! You are the king of butt-kissing, and a follower, not a leader.  A leader will endure the hardships of it's title and sacrifice himself before his followers so that he may lead by example, not lead by ordering others around.  That's not how you gain the respect of others, and honestly, I'm sick and tired of hearing your complaining, and trying to be another Wayne Kidd.  You will never gain my respect because you have not earned it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's time for a change and it's time for a change immediately.  I need to make more money, and more money quick, before these bills turn to debts, and these debts turn into law suits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technicality and precision is what should be everyone's number one priority.  I need to take a stand.  Just like Bob Marley sang, "Get Up, Stand Up".  That's what I need to do , for the better of my future, or shall I say, the better of our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3028464779320506167?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3028464779320506167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3028464779320506167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3028464779320506167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3028464779320506167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-getting-wiser.html' title='Only Getting Wiser'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2321986599677062625</id><published>2008-04-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:55:34.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Anticipated!!</title><content type='html'>So I've been going to this store called facevalue. a lot lately. And by far, this is my favorite spot. I stress the favorite. Nothing compares to this store...the style, the brands, the people who work there...one of a kind. And I really appreciate my buddy Shane for holding me a pair of kicks that are highly sought after. Shane my buddy, I thank you for holding me these because these were the best of the Common Projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leather Courts are so buttery!! The first thing I'm going to do is lick them...just like Fat Joe. That's just what I do. Besides all that, I'm coming in Friday for them and I'm going to be jumping up for joy when I get these bad boys. It's going to put a fatty hole in my pocket, but I'll definitely be rocking the shit out of these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Shane with the arrival of the Common Projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.facevalueshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/cimg2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...They WILL be MINE!!!  HAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2321986599677062625?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2321986599677062625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2321986599677062625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2321986599677062625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2321986599677062625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-anticipated.html' title='Most Anticipated!!'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-678480317089061825</id><published>2008-04-09T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:24:29.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So how many kids can you take on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/fight5" style="display: block; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/574/117/fight5.7s63a8ibv9.jpg) no-repeat; width: 296px; height: 84px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 42px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 145px;"&gt;25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 2 more than you Yul! Looks like I WIN!! HaHa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-678480317089061825?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/678480317089061825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=678480317089061825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/678480317089061825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/678480317089061825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-how-many-kids-can-you-take-on.html' title='So how many kids can you take on?'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-7735032936941661227</id><published>2008-04-07T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:43:42.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Miss Out on This Sale!!</title><content type='html'>{got this information straight from the facevalue. site...hit up their store!! they're some great people plus amazing blow out prices! great gear for women also, but only with those that have a sense of style.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF OUR EVISU’S AND WESC DENIM IS PRICED TO MOVE SUCKAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROW AWAY YOUR ACID WASHED SILVER TABS AND PICK UP SOME NEW JEANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****ALL SALES ITEMS ARE FINAL****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="350" src="http://www.facevalueshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/denim.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-7735032936941661227?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7735032936941661227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=7735032936941661227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7735032936941661227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/7735032936941661227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-miss-out-on-this-sale.html' title='Don&apos;t Miss Out on This Sale!!'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2822636455231550367</id><published>2008-04-07T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:35:00.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homegirls' Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted with pictures, so I decided to give you a treat from a night of happiness and enjoyment. In my opinion, it seems that everyone had a good time; everyone had fun! Oh yeah, all these pictures were taken at Martini Ranch &lt;br /&gt;in Downtown, San Diego. Hit it up if you're 21+, otherwise, if you're not yet 21, hit it up when you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoi! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="320" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_034.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_049.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="320" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_060.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="320" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_062.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_071.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_073.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_081.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="320" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_082.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="320" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_084.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="320" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_091.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="320" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_087.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_097.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_098.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_103.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_113.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" width="400" src="http://www.jayaverypresents.com/albums/2008_040408/sd_martini_040408_114.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT ABOUT CAPS OFF AN AWESOME NIGHT! SORRY FOR THOSE THAT MISSED OUT...MAYBE NEXT TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2822636455231550367?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2822636455231550367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2822636455231550367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2822636455231550367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2822636455231550367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/04/homegirls-birthday-bash.html' title='Homegirls&apos; Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-6005780097197362910</id><published>2008-03-31T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:11:06.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We take LIFE for granted</title><content type='html'>Last night at work, Maureen, a co-worker of mine over at The Home Depot apologized for bailing on me with the limo for Kylene's b-day. I told her that it was no problem at all and I was wondering where she was for the past week or so. Then she told me this story that just melted my heart away. It was terrible. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was at work on a Friday night, but misses a phone call. She checks her voicemail and hears that her girlfriend needs help. So she gets up and tells the closing manager that she needs to leave right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happened to Maureen's girlfriend Juanita. I believe Juanita was driving home from a day of work, stopping at red lights and being very cautious. She was by the 52 freeway and she caught a green light. So she went, then out of nowhere, this black Mazda Miata comes speeding out of the dark and t-bones her 2000 Toyota Tacoma causing her to spin out, hit the railing of the freeway exit, which caused her truck to roll, and then hit a freeway sign that caused her to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person driving the Mazda Miata also had a passenger with him. And guess what this jackass did? After he had hit her, he was thinking about hitting and running, but his car wouldn't allow him to. He stopped about a mile away and called a 'tow truck'. He didn't even to think to call 911. And the tow truck arrived before the police came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Juanita, she described the hit as a monster hitting her. Luckily, a homeless man heard it and also had his campsite near by. He came out to see what had happened and immediately did what he could. He pulled back the door of the driver's side and pulled her out. To my surprise, he also had a cell phone and had called 911. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the aftermath of the damage that had been done, her what was brand new 2000 red Tacoma Truck has major damage to the front end, etc, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen was telling me that when Juanita was at the hospital, they had to operate on her immediately because she had internal bleeding. So they cut her open from the chest down to her belly button and found that blood from her spleen was gushing out. So they had to remove her spleen. Her left arm also was badly damaged. Her skin was flapping around and you can see her bare flesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, was Juanita's b-day so Maureen did the nicest things for her. She couldn't function normally because she was in so much pain, so Maureen gave her a bath, cleaned her sheets, painted her nails, and had a nice roast beef dinner. Maureen described the day as celebrating LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what had happened, Maureen quit drinking and all the bad habits she was accustomed to. She also told me that her relationship with her had gotten stronger. And she's so appreciative of LIFE. It was an emotional story which caused her to cry, which almost made me tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stories like these that make me appreciate LIFE more. I hope the person that hit Juanita get what he deserves because another few minutes at the crash scene, she could have passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These types of stories are so influential, that it's things like these that change the aspect of the things I do in life. I appreciate life more and more, and families aren't just blood, but friends. I appreciate having my girlfriend, my family, my friends, my personal belongings, etc. There's things that I regret doing in life, and things I cherish. I would love to change my bad habits also, and I'm definitely working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life as if it were your last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-6005780097197362910?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6005780097197362910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=6005780097197362910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6005780097197362910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/6005780097197362910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-take-life-for-granted.html' title='We take LIFE for granted'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1749691293581206352</id><published>2008-03-20T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:34:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was totally shocked!!</title><content type='html'>So here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;Early Wednesday morning, I receive a text from my older cousin Mike regarding the email that he would promise to send me enclosed with links to podcast for my iPhone. Low and behold, another message was included. It was regarding my younger cousin Jen-Jen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my cousin's text in exact: "Sorry for the delay. Been working a lot. Did u hear jen jen had a kid?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to mind was, "WOW!! Really!!" First off, she's really young still. About 14-15 years old, not really sure since I haven't really hung out with my dad's side of the family. But I know that she's still in high school. I was really shocked when I heard this. I told my girl about it since she was watching television next to me. And I had told her that it resembled of when my cousin Claire got pregnant at that age. I understand that young women at that age are promiscuous, but really!! At that young of a age!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say the same about me, but I would never have the intentions of making a little person in someone. I'm seriously not ready to have a kid, coming from friends having them at a young age. It's just CRAZY to me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back on the story. I later ask my cousin who the father was and this is his reply, "Some viet dude that like 25. Don't like him already." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't reply back because I was stunned, upset, and infuriated at the same time. Especially coming from an old as motherfucker like that!? Please excuse my language, but I think this is appropriate. My first thought was, this is against the law and charges should be pressed. It's just not right! My cousin and I agree on one thing, we don't like him. Just the fact that someone of his age to be messing around with a young girl, it's just astounding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still shocked by this sudden earthquake. I hope she can handle this baby. She's going to have a tough life. Now, she needs family more than ever, and I want to help. Blood is thicker than water, and family stick together, no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later, Wednesday evening, we advanced to the 2nd round of Playoffs. Next team, C.O.T.U. Bunch of white folks on that squad. They're tall, but I know we can beat them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rickter scale was off the charts today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1749691293581206352?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1749691293581206352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1749691293581206352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1749691293581206352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1749691293581206352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-totally-shocked.html' title='I was totally shocked!!'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1740935763928918751</id><published>2008-03-18T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:31:25.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't....</title><content type='html'>miss any more days of class. If I do, there my grades will fall tremendously. There's something about school being way too far away from home, or me just be lazy, or just me not prioritizing myself. I guess this lack of motivation is killing me. I think I might be changing my major once more to where I can obtain my degree faster. I don't care what it is, as long as I get out. I'm sick and tired of school and I need to do something about it. I need to start my profession already. And if I'm to be stuck in school for a couple more years, then I need to pick up my pace. I need to get the classes I need in order to graduate. I need to start the new beginning of my life and journey through this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't" shouldn't be in my vocabulary, but unfortunately, it is. I need to be more focused. Besides all the grimaces of school, I have managed to use most of my time wisely. Working and studying on my off days. But sometimes, work and school or just unbearable. Just way too much to handle all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to wonder, about everything, and what things will motivate me. I should be having this idea of making lots of money out of my profession, starting businesses, possibly turning them into franchises around the world, some things like that. There's so much that I want to do in life, and that I need to do. The next things on my list, a new car and a house. All my motivation in my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should think like 2Pac, M.O.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3rdeyeopen.org/thought/uploaded_images/10yearanniversary-703805.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, opportunities need to be worked for, and my abilities need to be exploited and if I do nothing about it, then nothing will sprout. Therefore, I need to work hard and play later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to school for another practical. I hope I do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="350" height="300" src="http://www.emory.edu/ANATOMY/AnatomyManual/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="350" height="300" src="http://www.emory.edu/ANATOMY/AnatomyManual/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="350" height="300" src="http://www.emory.edu/ANATOMY/AnatomyManual/109.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other bones of the body not included which will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1740935763928918751?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1740935763928918751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1740935763928918751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1740935763928918751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1740935763928918751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant.html' title='I Can&apos;t....'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-5158589726000189920</id><published>2008-03-12T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:22:03.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a new phone, but the same phone.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, mid-afternoon I left my phone in my car. And from what I'm assuming, the heat from my car, since there is also black leather, the extremity of the heat in my car was just to insane for my phone to handle. I got my phone out after a brief nap and picked it up. I immediately dropped it as the phone was burning hot due to the metal on casing on the back of the phone. So with precaution, I quickly picked up my phone and wrapped it in my shirt for it to cool down and bring into the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that my phone was shut off so I turned it back on. After turning it on, it froze. I turned the phone on and off with the same outcome, it froze. So I decided to leave my phone off until midnight after I had returned home from Jaina's house. I turned it on, and the same thing happened, but I finally got it t work. Luckily I was able to retrieve all of my numbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early this morning, I had an appointment with Apple concerning my phone. I waited for about 20 minutes after my appointment of 1030, since it was awfully busy. The dude at the desk, Mark, was extremely helpful. He told me that there was somthing wrong with the hard drive, so he offered me to exchange my old phone for a new one. I didn't complain and instantly agreed, since my old phone had scratches on the back and front and this massive dent on the side of my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad thing is that everything I had on my phone is GONE, and I have to do everything over again. Just a long process. But oh well, it's worth it for a new phone. Also got mysef a new USB cord since my other one had loose wires. Great customer service from Apple UTC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad this morning, but I'm absolutely ecstatic now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-5158589726000189920?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5158589726000189920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=5158589726000189920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5158589726000189920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/5158589726000189920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-new-phone-but-saw-phone.html' title='Got a new phone, but the same phone.'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-4124625612877008158</id><published>2008-03-08T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T04:30:24.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Think of Myself</title><content type='html'>I have been too over-passive with my careless is sharing and I feel as if I am never rewarded or at least acknowledged for it. It seems like I always have to beg, or defend my case, and when I do, all I get is optimism and negative feedback from others. Things like that lower my self-esteem and decrease my level of interactive performance. I guess it's my halt for not putting my foot down and putting restrictions. But I feel that if I put restrictions, she pressures me, or makes me out to be the person that is just like the last boyfriend. So in conclusion, I'm being walked all over. I have no sense of control over a person, people choose their own destiny. And honestly, all I want to do is help, and I expect the same in return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard for everything I do, everything I receive, everything I disperse. I feel this sense of insecurity when I'm with my girl at the clubs Downtown. Why? Because 1, I got my heart broken over a promoter, and 2, I feel like something like that could happen again. But can you blame me for acting this way? I hope not. I'm beginning to ponder whether I am a good boyfriend. I feel that I need to stay up on this level. I can't be the person who I was and I need to adapt to who I want to become now, and that is a stronger individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame others, that's just the east way out. I can only blame myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-4124625612877008158?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4124625612877008158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=4124625612877008158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4124625612877008158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/4124625612877008158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-think-of-myself.html' title='Time To Think of Myself'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1034758525534042731</id><published>2008-03-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:51:37.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Swagger!</title><content type='html'>So overconfidence is actually good. People like overconfidence. If you don't back up your facts, then oveconfidence fades quickly to insecurity. Well, I believe that a swagger is to be earned, and also through networking, but mainly by working hard. That's just my work ethic. And being people-friendly by spelaing your mind and not being shy (like how I used to back in the day). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have confidence in my abilities performing to the top of my level at my current job every day I'm there. Just overconfident. Anyways, I also think that the clothes that I wear, this new steez is encouraging my self-esteem, building my confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides everything, I missed Jasmine's son, Jayson's b-day bash. But I was stuck @ work and totally forgot about it. My friend Ulster reminded me, but I had already took my break. Sorry Jasmine, I totally forgot. If I only see you more @ work. How I miss the days of being a cashier, just talking and having such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my buddy Ulster, I miss you bro. Hope all is well in school. Let's grab sushi, or Hooters and hit up some shops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my love life goes, I couldn't be any happier. My heart is slowly stitching up, and slowly healing. Love is slowly but surely getting to where it belongs, but I can't get too comfortable. I'm always on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1034758525534042731?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1034758525534042731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1034758525534042731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1034758525534042731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1034758525534042731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-swagger.html' title='A New Swagger!'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-48150194441356508</id><published>2008-02-26T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:08:45.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>I feel that there's been a love loss. I guess it's because I'm afraid to have me heart shattered again. Remember? I surely could. I felt like staying home, locking myself in my room, and overdosing on some pills. Not a great way to end your life right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never think about doing that, unless something tragically happened, you know what I'm saying. I'm a very emotional person and I think that by expressing your emotions to other individuals, whether they're your close friends and family or not, expressing your emotions will get things off of your chest. Like you can confide in someone and they can tell you what you need or want to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is incredible and terrible. You can feel like your on top of the world, and the next, in the taverns of burning fire in hell. It's definitely a roller coaster ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Great Wall of China" is up as a defense mechanism because honestly, I don't want to feel that way again. I'm still upset, still trying to get over it, and still thinking about it. It's hard to believe that something like that would happen. But I guess things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God puts you through tests in life, and I feel that this definitely molded me into a stronger individual. I take a look at myself in the mirror and see a person I haven't seen before. A more confident individual that won't stop for anyone (depending on the situation of course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that independence and solitarity let's you think about what you want to do with your life. I'm thankful that I'm alive in this world, but I also wish that I could go back in time and do some of the things in the past differently. But all in all, you live and you learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to studying for my Anatomy &amp; Physiology practical coming up. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't force love, let love come to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-48150194441356508?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/48150194441356508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=48150194441356508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/48150194441356508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/48150194441356508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1042917236237616722</id><published>2008-02-25T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:16:36.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Freakin' FLU</title><content type='html'>So it all began on a Monday. Over the weekend, my girl caught this viral disease from a friend of mine. It was terrible because my girl had a burning forehead, a congested cough, runny nose, body pains, etc. So I stayed home on Monday of February 4th to take care of my poor baby that was sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day, I tended to her every need, continually asking if she needed anything and offering things that may make her feel better. I stayed with her the whole day because that's how much dedication and love I have for her. Besides all that, I was feeling kind of queezy myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I woke up with the most major headache ever! I was feeling really cold so I put on a layer of clothes on. I didn't want to miss my lab for Anatomy so I went and left immediately after taking my quiz. I went over to my girl's house to continue to take care of her, and the next thing you know, I get this major coughs that hit my chest hard. But I do everything I can to cater to her every needs. It wasn't too serious at that point, so I put in every amount of energy I could expend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Wednesday, I couldn't make it to school. I was just too sick and physically drained. I didn't have any type of energy to get up and move, with the exception of heading over to Jaina's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then found out that I was extremely sick, and I was out for 2 weeks. It was terrible. I blamed Jacque for it because she didn't stay home and get herself better, and instead, she passed it on. It's contagious and it can definitely put a lot of pain on a person or get someone really really sick. It was terrible and I never want that to happen again anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLU, go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-1042917236237616722?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1042917236237616722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=1042917236237616722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1042917236237616722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/1042917236237616722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/over-freakin-flu.html' title='Over The Freakin&apos; FLU'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-9182540685273162356</id><published>2008-02-25T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:01:10.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What's New?</title><content type='html'>Nothing honestly. Just been doing the same old thing for the past couple of years. And hoenstly, I'm sick and tired of this routine, but I must stick to it in order to graduate from college and stay in balance with work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of events that I went to, my homegirl Ayeen DJ'd at The Shaker Room Martini Ranch at the Gaslamp District Downtown. Her choices of music to mix was dope! got a couple of pictures and a video of her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Ayeena @ Bliss Fridays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDC-AyNL79g&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDC-AyNL79g&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="400" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/sd_martiniranch_022208_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took an exam for my anatomy class that I think I failed badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I have more to study for my practical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-9182540685273162356?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/9182540685273162356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=9182540685273162356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/9182540685273162356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/9182540685273162356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-whats-new.html' title='So What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8969687263092265386</id><published>2008-02-13T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:51:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before Valentine's</title><content type='html'>There is much to do and prepare for, and it's very stressful. But in the end, it's all worth it.  I hope that tomorrow will go my way and everything will turn out the way I want it to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is the day to spend with a special person, doesn't have to be your girlfriend or whatever, just someone that you want to spend the day with.  So don't be shy, and get out there and ask someone on a date.  And do something out of the ordinary.  Do something sweet and fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, wish me luck for I hope that everything turns out perfect or somewhat perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy early Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8969687263092265386?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8969687263092265386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8969687263092265386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8969687263092265386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8969687263092265386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-before-valentines.html' title='The Day Before Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-3453189439299138354</id><published>2008-02-07T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:40:04.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SICCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am currently diagnosed with a viral disease that I caught from my girl. I have a slight fever with a killer cough! Sucks major butt. But whatever. I just hope that it doesn't get any worse than it already is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gave up cursing for Lent, but I totally forgot to go to church for Ash Wednesday. I guess I was too sick to realize it. But remember, NO MEAT tomorrow!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also picked up a pair of Tier 0 New Balance's from my buddies over @ facevalue. I love 'em. I'll post up pictures shortly of my latest collection of kicks followed by the completion of my newly extended room. A lot bigger than before. And the walk in closet is dooopppeeee!! Now there will be nothing by cleanliness in my room. No lose things underneath my bed. It'll just be stored in my closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got me 2 Lacoste Cardigans and 1 Lacoste Sweater. I will be returning for the last of the Lacoste Cardigans. I shall have them all...haha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddies over at Willy's Workshop and facevalue are having a sale going on. facevalue's last day is today and Willy's Workshop will be going on for a little longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get rid of this sickness.&lt;br /&gt;I need new jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I need new gear.&lt;br /&gt;I need new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I want it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-3453189439299138354?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3453189439299138354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=3453189439299138354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3453189439299138354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/3453189439299138354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-siccckkkkkkkkk.html' title='I&apos;m SICCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-9200384193788540767</id><published>2008-01-18T16:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:23:54.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of the New Year</title><content type='html'>This is a brand new year with a whole new beginning. And so far, things have started off nicely.  I'm not complaining about the things that happened in the past because the past is the past, and I'ma leave it at that.  My New Year was spent at The W hotel located off Downtown San Diego.  It was amazing!!  The environment was very upscale, and it was nice for a change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pictures from the outlandish night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height ="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00132.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00136.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/cheers2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00152.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/hallway.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="350" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/7220453/thecouples2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We partied till the break of dawn. At first, they wanted to sleep over, but instead they all left and journeyed home safely, thankfully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new year began, and so a new chapter has begun.  I'm extremely happy where I'm at, and the fact that I'm alive on this earth.  I couldn't be any happier.  Sometimes, I make mistakes, but you always have to learn from them, it's just apart of life and how life goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is just around the corner, and I'm not anxious at all to return.  I'm over the whole spiel of school.  But just a couple more semesters and I will be finished.  Whoo...can't wait till then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also selling some of my colletion of sneaks collected last year.  Mostly getting rid of my Jordan's, and trying to obtain some new kicks.  Mostly boughie kicks that no body has ever heard of, very rare kicks, or vintage heat.  It's just something that has involved with my age.  It's time to act my age a little bit. My steez is evolving!! (sounding like Pokemon and shit!! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the gist of everything.  Still working at The Home Depot, and still hating it. but whatever.  Time to acquire more kicks, more clothes, and more knowledge under the belt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, just be lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-9200384193788540767?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/9200384193788540767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=9200384193788540767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/9200384193788540767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/9200384193788540767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-of-new-year.html' title='First Post of the New Year'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-2822669874090894357</id><published>2007-12-29T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:54:36.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thought</title><content type='html'>What is my purpose here on earth? And why am I alive? That is what I would like to know. Sometimes I wish I were never born because I dislike the feelings of being sad, or lonely, or betrayed, or hurt physical and emotionally or whatever negative feelings that'll turn your smiles to frowns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I weren't on this earth, I would have missed out on my first day on this world, first poo poo and pee pee, first tooth, first day of any type of school, first love, first job, first car, first motorcycle, first of everything you've spent with someone. As of this moment, I'm really happy where I stand. I'm in a stable place in my life and things from here from what I see can only get brighter. I have a very bright future ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is promosing. In God I trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-2822669874090894357?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2822669874090894357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=2822669874090894357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2822669874090894357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/2822669874090894357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2007/12/deep-thought.html' title='Deep Thought'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-8154803146419875090</id><published>2007-12-29T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:08:21.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>Today was a fairly exciting day at work. I come into work hearing praises from the store manager and the other assistant managers that were present in the morning. It was an awfully busy day of customer service and down stpcking items that were located on pallets up on the overhead. Everything went smoothly, besides a customer that had a really think accent, which I could hardly understand because of it. Besides that, I saw a familiar face that I haven't seen in months at work, my buddy Ian from Floor &amp; Wall. We used to close every Thursday and Friday, and now, there's no one really to talk to. Dude, I totally forgot that Ian from Electrical closes with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I left work an hour early since there were already 3 other employees from Plumbing on the floor. As soon as I stepped foot out of the work perimeter, I raced home to change my polo into a nice shirt before heading over to pick up my date to the car show at the San Diego Convention Center. I rang the doorbell, and after slowly swinging the door open, my first thought of her when I saw her was the word 'sexy'. It just best describes what she was wearing. No matter what she wears, she always makes it look sooo good. She's really an incredible girl that's one in a million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some beautiful cars there ranging from the infamous Dodge Magnum that Jaina &amp; her girl friends talk about to the new Chevy Camaro to the Mini Cooper to the BMW M6 to the Aston Martin DBS, which I thought was the absolute best car I had seen there. Everything about the car was beautiful. I just instantly fell in love with it. A car on my wish list for Santa next year...if I win the lotto, it'll be an early gift. We took a couple pictures of cars which we thought were worthy of taking pictures with or of and the exception of motorcycles they also had there from the BMW K1200 to the Suzuki Hiyabusa 1350. Lots of beautiful cars there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we stopped through Pho Cadao for pho, egg rolls and tai tea w/o boba. The restaurant was packed, thus resulting in a little longer wait for the food than expected. Otherwise, the food was exceptional. Filled my tummy and made me fat. Then headed back to Jaina's house to chill and relax. Spent some wonderful time with her, although I wanted to hold her in my arms a little bit more. Besides all that, we watched some programs on television. My favorite show out of the shows we watched was 'Ninja Warrior'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I decided to go home and sleep for the great shift of a 5AM start. Whoopie...more like noooooooo!! Bit whatever I get off with time to spare in the evening. Later in the day, Janey is bringing me along to accompany for her God-sisters birthday dinner and celebration over at Silk in Temecula...what else is there in Temecula?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491159178748988464-8154803146419875090?l=readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8154803146419875090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491159178748988464&amp;postID=8154803146419875090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8154803146419875090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491159178748988464/posts/default/8154803146419875090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingthepastlivingthefuture.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Julius Albano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048228619363025463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OF3ddglpmDQ/S7k3oDh2nQI/AAAAAAAAADI/_vXYLVXdFeQ/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491159178748988464.post-1110053426409448260</id><published>2007-12-21T23:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:11:44.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Around the Corner</title><content type='html'>Christmas is just 4 days away. It's crazy because I'm still not ready. I wish I could have gotten something for everyone and I feel really bad for purchasing a gift for myself rather than for friends and family. How selfish of me, but I had to have them. I gave myself an early Christmas present on these crazy pair of supra 14k gold kicks. I love them, even if Jabey doesn't like them, other people think they're fresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next time I return to facevalue I'll be purchasing me a pair of gray common projects. These kicks are made in Italy, probably a brand you've never even heard of, but I'm about to blow this fad and your ass wide open. My new steez, don't imitate, don't hate, never late. You likey? Just made that whole blah blah stuff up. May also pick me up a pair of evisu heritage jeans as well. I like them slim, guess it's a new thing of mine. But not to the point where these jeans are skin tight. Something that has slowly grown upon me. I admit, I made fun of the people that wore tight jeans/denim. It's cliche I tell you. This fad is in and it's beginning to be apart of my steez. Recognize real! This is who I am. Get in with the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to post up pictures soon because ya'll are probably tired of reading my BS. Ya'll need some pictures every now and then so ya'll know what the dealnis with me. I'll be doing a post after this. Strictly photos and comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done with Jordan brand, it's beginning to&lt;br /&gt;become a brand everyone can get their hands on, and I want kicks nobody has ever seen before. I want to start a whole other trend/fad, my own steez. I'm strictly Air maxes and Nike Uptowns (a.k.a. Nike air force 1). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back on point, My good friend/co-worker Dominique left the 6679 family. It was sad because she was tearing up. Dude, i miss those&lt;br /&gt;days of the OG cashiers. When we first began. Now everybody is spreading amd doing their own personal&lt;br /&gt;agenda. Thing are getting more serious and should start to do that on a cosistent basis, but my brain relapses amd completely knocks off my concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got Janey a gift, but I'm not telling till after Christmas. She might suddenly start reading my blog. It's going to be a pair of kicks concealed with a real good present inside. I want to see her face when she opens it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling it a night, waking up real early tomorrow. 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