<?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-8622239645393593082</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:51:40.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Bridge With Chico</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-7617936319445511</id><published>2008-08-15T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:06:49.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SKZT7NQGOGI/AAAAAAAAADM/tcaBsp2_RH4/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234963893499344994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SKZT7NQGOGI/AAAAAAAAADM/tcaBsp2_RH4/s320/michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, let me give you a update in my life right now:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about two days ago, my childhood/middleschool/highschool best friend just died on tuesday around 2:30 from a car collesion. His name was Michael Yates. &lt;-------That Dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today was his funeral, which is at Strugis, Kentucky. Well a group of friends and I, of course. Went to go see him for the last time. We set off for another adventure to see our dear friend. Well when we got there, the whole funeral house was pact, like no other. We had to sit in a entirely different room where all we can do is just hear and not see. As we sat down, they started the funeral procession with music of Bob Marley of course. Then after that, we started with speeches, after four speeches, they asked if anybody would give a speech, then I got up, walked towards the stand, looked at michael, then looked at the crowd. Not even the first five words come out of my mouth, tears fall out of my eyes. I start off with simple words, stories, and even stories that would make the whole funeral home laugh. At the end of the speech, I said my good-byes, and gave him the two finger saluate. I left the stage to a slow clapping of hands as well as in tears. After the whole funeral, I said my goodbyes and left to contiune life and it's wild adventures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well other then that, life has been pretty good to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SKZfe7Mm4tI/AAAAAAAAADU/hJnYArSG_FM/s1600-h/kaphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976601756066514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SKZfe7Mm4tI/AAAAAAAAADU/hJnYArSG_FM/s320/kaphy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting a new cell phone this tommorow, can't wait:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is getting better, I get to see more of my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the best for last, my girlfriend:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life couldn't get any better.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. my gf's name is katherine:P,&lt;br /&gt;she's my monkey, theirs not even one million words in the world's biggest dictionary that could describe how much she means to me. mmhmm, I am a lucky brosef to have her:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-7617936319445511?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/7617936319445511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=7617936319445511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/7617936319445511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/7617936319445511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/08/updated.html' title='Update:D'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SKZT7NQGOGI/AAAAAAAAADM/tcaBsp2_RH4/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-656846581246436582</id><published>2008-08-01T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:48:30.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As Chico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, growing up in California was pretty intresting and hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmhmm, so much was expected from you and all we could really do was try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a kid, I messed around with alot of toys and sporty stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when I think about it, It's really funny how it all started out for me:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPuK66wqvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/urJxDCVIoKc/s1600-h/pink+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229785463689095922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPuK66wqvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/urJxDCVIoKc/s320/pink+bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first bike:P,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a handy down from my cousins, but heck, I was three and I already knew how to ride a small bike without training wheels:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's when my momma bear called me special:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPu4ie0xwI/AAAAAAAAACE/uwCbgW8c0PI/s1600-h/roller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229786247403456258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPu4ie0xwI/AAAAAAAAACE/uwCbgW8c0PI/s320/roller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my first pair of roller blades:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the king of my driveway:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPvVlY-v3I/AAAAAAAAACM/NZG36JqYPAQ/s1600-h/skateboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229786746400456562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPvVlY-v3I/AAAAAAAAACM/NZG36JqYPAQ/s320/skateboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wild rides begin:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From after school, until bedtime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my butt was on that skateboard, litterly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Racing it down hill all the time with pals:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPv7h19UJI/AAAAAAAAACU/vSoHvBiFCeA/s1600-h/sega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229787398283284626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPv7h19UJI/AAAAAAAAACU/vSoHvBiFCeA/s320/sega.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Has Blessed ME:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Xmas, The Bears got me the sega,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;litterly, I wasted away to that system my whole winter:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229788135655948274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPwmcxTP_I/AAAAAAAAACc/iBGPg_8_gkw/s320/surf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aweh, The california days:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what shaped my personality since day one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Litterly, I got wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPxDjU_xDI/AAAAAAAAACk/NX5GyJY3jmQ/s1600-h/Soccer+Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229788635632485426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPxDjU_xDI/AAAAAAAAACk/NX5GyJY3jmQ/s320/Soccer+Ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh, I hated this sport with a passion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;never really wanted to play it, but papa bear made me:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPxhVzlYgI/AAAAAAAAACs/GsbCBRgfhbY/s1600-h/Snes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229789147398758914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPxhVzlYgI/AAAAAAAAACs/GsbCBRgfhbY/s320/Snes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More of my brain has wasted away to the T.V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPyD7444EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_1Kuu1IR1TA/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229789741737107522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPyD7444EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_1Kuu1IR1TA/s320/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPyD7444EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_1Kuu1IR1TA/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parent's are starting to link video games to my slackness of work at middle school:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPyaT0m7NI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CKo15yWqusI/s1600-h/ps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229790126118726866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPyaT0m7NI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CKo15yWqusI/s320/ps2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parent's finally get that video games are the reason why I don't do my homework:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJP0Bz1aC3I/AAAAAAAAADE/k3JQ99e6KP8/s1600-h/nissan01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229791904238537586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJP0Bz1aC3I/AAAAAAAAADE/k3JQ99e6KP8/s320/nissan01.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drift Chico Begins:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I wonder what other things I am going to come across with as time goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-656846581246436582?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/656846581246436582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=656846581246436582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/656846581246436582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/656846581246436582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-as-chico.html' title='Life As Chico'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SJPuK66wqvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/urJxDCVIoKc/s72-c/pink+bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-1853143901231330893</id><published>2008-07-28T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:17:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So let me tell you a story......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truely believe that if you can follow your dreams, anything can come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmhmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you a story about my friend, &lt;strong&gt;Brandon Taylor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228282036863143010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SI6Wz9jIjGI/AAAAAAAAABM/o8XtixZvMz4/s320/btbat.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me give you a little bio on Brandon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon is 19, he graduated from High School Last year through some minor struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him and his fiance, Ashley have a one year old child named Elizabeth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of his daughter, he couldn't pursure his college career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's not his only struggle in life. From drugs, to drug dealing to even his parents disowning him and kicking out of the house. Brandon has always had struggles in his lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he's trying to turn everything around, not for himself but for the sake of his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He know works a daytime job at a factory working nine hours a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work he heads off to do what he does best, BMXing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally knew Brandon Taylor since High School, so we aren't strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So propose to him, " Brandon have you ever thought about being sponsored at what you do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that day forward, I gave effort to get him sponsored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing on to websites, spreading his name out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until today........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A company called Fluid sent me a letter intrested in Brandon's talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228283959530253442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SI6Yj4CsbII/AAAAAAAAABU/WC5QsjxLHtE/s320/fluid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fluid is a protien shake company that makes muscle recovery drinks for all athletes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quickly I print the contract out and read the fine print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took it to Brandon's house and made some Happiness:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We signed and I personally was the first one to shake his hand on this amazing sponsorship deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a small stepping stone for more sponsorships, but at the mean time, we are happy that a person from Henderson, Ky is sponosered:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the one thing that touched me the most out of this experience is when he asked me why I helped a low-life like him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........Because I truely believe that were all saints in our hearts..........and good hearts deserve greater things in life.......talking from experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-1853143901231330893?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/1853143901231330893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=1853143901231330893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/1853143901231330893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/1853143901231330893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-let-me-tell-you-story.html' title='So let me tell you a story......'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SI6Wz9jIjGI/AAAAAAAAABM/o8XtixZvMz4/s72-c/btbat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-2963649461690285637</id><published>2008-07-25T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:05:07.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saint Michael, the archangel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came down and he ran out the devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The devil went and hid in a fishing town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he lives off the beach off Long Island, safe and sound......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he plays his drums by the sea of rum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit in the sun all day, watching ships sail away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Michael would put him back in the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he won't find the devil in Stanford town......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was younger, I got in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a sailor, I fell for the bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the places I was ever sent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met the devil off the coast of California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he played his drums by the sea of rum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed up all night and drank until I woke in the tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Michael would put him back in the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he won't find the devil in this little town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he played his drums by the sea of rum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cards up his sleeves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fall like leafs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save money, when the day is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'll be back at your door when my money's gone......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having a writers block:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe sometime in the future, it will go away:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now, enjoy the new one I wrote:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait for this movie:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227075963272941602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SIpN5PTd0CI/AAAAAAAAABE/JRzsAyNVvnQ/s320/jp4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-2963649461690285637?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/2963649461690285637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=2963649461690285637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/2963649461690285637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/2963649461690285637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/rare.html' title='Rare'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SIpN5PTd0CI/AAAAAAAAABE/JRzsAyNVvnQ/s72-c/jp4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-1208407821658608234</id><published>2008-07-24T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:58:39.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Thing.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found my poetry book!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes funny thing, I do write poetry mmhmmm, I did have a emo side during middle school???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I don't know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me shoot some stuff on here:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poem 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I've got a secret, I cannot say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame modern movement to give it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got something I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold it in tightly, call on command.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leap of faith- do you doubt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut you in, I just cut you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for reflections in your face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canine devotion, time can't erase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out on the corner, locked in your room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never believe them, I never assume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuck in belief, there is a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promise is promise, an eye for an eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got something to reveal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No-one can know how it feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you already know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far I'd go, not to say you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The art isn't gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking my song to the grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever you do, don't tell anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poem 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I wake up early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lift my head, I'm still yawning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm in the middle of a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay in bed, float up stream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't wake me, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't shake me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me where I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody seems to think I'm lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind, I think they're crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running everywhere at such a speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till they find, there's no need!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't spoil my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after all.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only sleeping......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping an eye on the world going by my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking my time......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poem 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You spotted the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the head of the trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were are we going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody told me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That this is the place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where everything's better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything's safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half an hour later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We packed up our things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said we'd send letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all those little things....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They knew we were lying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They smiled just the same......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seem'd they'd already forgotten we came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at the homestead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the air makes you choke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People don't know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trust is a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't even have pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just memories to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That grow sweeter each season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we slowly grow old......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poem 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pepsi-Cola sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tastes like fucking shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flush it down the toliet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And get rid of it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you drink coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you are in luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't drink Pepsi-Cola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause Pepsi-Cola sucks!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poem 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knock on your door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tiptoe on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your daddy ain't home right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He warned me once before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stay up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we can keep our date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that we don't get no sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to your windo I creep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know he warned me once before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you're in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why shouldn't you be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm everything you and I can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say don't leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just a tase of my lame poetry:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoyed it!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226826814054808690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SIlrS2I5PHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CI4a-U3xkcU/s200/why.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-1208407821658608234?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/1208407821658608234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=1208407821658608234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/1208407821658608234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/1208407821658608234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-thing.html' title='Funny Thing.......'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SIlrS2I5PHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CI4a-U3xkcU/s72-c/why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-5880062805323428295</id><published>2008-07-23T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:29:25.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you could get through anything if Magic made it.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is what makes me who I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to music helps me understand who I am at times and also life itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am angry, I listen to heavy music, and when I am happy, I listen to upbeat stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I am doing in life, I have song in my head for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was around 8 or 9, Music came into my ears while I was at my friend's house.(My first brosef, his name was Morgan:P). Anywho, this music I heard for the first time like really grabbed a hold of me, and I asked Morgan's old wise bro, Who is this?? When he first mentioned their name, I fell in love with it. &lt;strong&gt;The Red Hot Chili Peppers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226234297713446434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SIdQZ2wsTiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mAhQTmiZjjo/s200/chili+peppers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo, this band truely is the best of the best. To this day, I own every album of their's, inculding lives and eps. Mmmhhhmmmm, I would listen to them everyday no matter I was doing. The only thing I hated back in the day was that we didn't have sweet mp3s or ipods like we have today. Nope, I had my handy dany about 5 inch thick sony cd player:D, now that was the shizz, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I fell in love with more bands, hense, The Ramones, The White Stripes, Sublime, Jack Johnson, and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hip Hop was becoming apart of my life too since I grew up with two sisters that were into the whole ghetto scene. Such names as The Game, Snoop Dog, Tupac, and Biggie Smallz. Now, personally I don't discriminate any kind of music genre, so I gave my respect to hip hop. Then hip hop grew on me, making want more rhymes and beats. One of my black friend's Brandon even told me that Hip-hop has saved my life. See, I can relate hip-hop to my low times, because we can rhyme about the low times, and then relize that were no longer at those times. mmhmm, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever, Music, Love, and Peace........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226278097144670082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SId4PUW2Z4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/d4PE44WiHg4/s200/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-5880062805323428295?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/5880062805323428295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=5880062805323428295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/5880062805323428295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/5880062805323428295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/cause-you-could-get-through-anything-if.html' title='Cause you could get through anything if Magic made it.......'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SIdQZ2wsTiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mAhQTmiZjjo/s72-c/chili+peppers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-4438693680244395573</id><published>2008-07-22T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:13:03.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Tagged:D</title><content type='html'>A. Attached or single....... Single&lt;br /&gt;B.  Best Friend......Too Many:P&lt;br /&gt;C.  Cake or Pie......Neither, Blah, I hate all cake, pie, pudding, and sweet stuff like that:(&lt;br /&gt;D.  Day Of Choice......Monday, because Monday Night Raw comes on:D&lt;br /&gt;E.  Essential Items.....Ipod, Car, The Cell, and Some Dead Presidents:D&lt;br /&gt;F.  Fav. Color......Blue and Purple:D&lt;br /&gt;G.  Gummi Bears or Gummi Worms......Worms All The Way!!!&lt;br /&gt;H.  Hometown....La Habra, California, WOOT WOOT,&lt;br /&gt;I.  Fav. Fat Boy Food.........Hmmm, Buring King Whoopers, I can Eat them anyday:P&lt;br /&gt;J.  Jan. or July......I love Jan. I love the cold:D&lt;br /&gt;K.  Kids??..........Hmmm If I am rich, like 5 would do handy, but I am rich and laidback, Two:P&lt;br /&gt;L.  Life Isn't Complete Without.......God and Tea:D&lt;br /&gt;M.  Marriage Date?  I would Love to get married sometime around when it's not freakin hott:D&lt;br /&gt;N.  Number Of Sibbys?.......I got Two :D&lt;br /&gt;O.  Oranges or Apples......Apples&lt;br /&gt;P.  Phobias?..........The Unknown:(&lt;br /&gt;Q.  Quotes........If your going to be dumb, you gotta be tough....Chris Pontious&lt;br /&gt;R.  Reason To Smile........I got my whole life ahead of me:D&lt;br /&gt;S.  Season of Choice......Winter:D&lt;br /&gt;T.  Tag......Gabe and Hannah&lt;br /&gt;U.  Unknow Fact About Me.....I mean what I say:D&lt;br /&gt;V.  Veggie.......Carrotts!!!&lt;br /&gt;W.  Worst Habbit.......Swearing Too Much...&lt;br /&gt;Y.  Your Fav. Food.....Pen Station:D&lt;br /&gt;Z.  Zody Sign.....Saggi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-4438693680244395573?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/4438693680244395573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=4438693680244395573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/4438693680244395573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/4438693680244395573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-taggedd.html' title='I got Tagged:D'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-5912392352670325907</id><published>2008-07-14T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:43:58.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times With Chico:D</title><content type='html'>soo here's whats up,  last night, my youth group just got back from there mission trip from texas.  And my friend Alex Spiller got me a little gift:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mysteriomask.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/mysteriomask.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me this sweet mexican wrestlers mask expect mine is red, white, and green.  :P&lt;br /&gt;Well I was really happy because I love to wrestle and now I have this sweet mask to wrestle in:D&lt;br /&gt;So I put it on with my group of friends and we decide to go to wal-mart:D&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you, it was very intresting night:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all last night, now this morning I woke up around eight, and of course I went jogging:D&lt;br /&gt;When I was jogging around brookwood, One of my wyldlife kids came out and said hey to me. &lt;br /&gt;Just for your own info, Wyldlife is a org. that I work for, we help middle school kids get in touch with who Jesus was and his teachings through fun stuff:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wyld.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/wyld.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho this wyldlife kid I take care of, his name is gabe nevile, crazy gabe for short:P&lt;br /&gt;pretty much is crazy, haha he's a skateboarder kinda of bro and I got major respect for this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture417.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we stopped and talkled, and talked and more talked, and we finally decided, HEY, let's skate:P&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on a board forever, and I forgot all my tricks, so I had to start from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;we started slowly, but got my tricks back on action:D&lt;br /&gt;so headed to my house to get a camera so we can take pictures:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get to my house and my dog is asleep, so we put on gabes sunglasses on him, just for kicks, hahah my dog hates sunglasses and try to take them off very quickly:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture408.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.....&lt;br /&gt;we got out stuff, and for some odd reason we decided to shoot with my wrestler's mask on:D&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;i got some pics of it:D&lt;br /&gt;enjoy:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture428-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture428-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture415.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture418.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture418.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture428-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture428-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture420.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's actually called The JC hmmm?:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture421.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pop Shove It One)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture422.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pop Shove It Two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture428.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture428.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture428-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture428-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after our skating epidemic, we went and jumped on a trampoline&lt;br /&gt;haha we were practicing our sweet wrestling moves and karate skills as well:D&lt;br /&gt;MORE PICTURES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture423.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture423.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture424.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture425.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture426.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the woods were gabe and I got in touch with out innerselves:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture430.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture434.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture434.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture433.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we found my old art on the walls:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture436.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Picture435.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we pretty much that was my day:D&lt;br /&gt;I love my wyldlife kids:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Katherine is a bicuit:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-5912392352670325907?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/5912392352670325907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=5912392352670325907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/5912392352670325907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/5912392352670325907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-times-with-chicod.html' title='Good Times With Chico:D'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-2654190461335867191</id><published>2008-07-10T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:59:15.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Right Now!</title><content type='html'>so there's three things in my life right now that put a smile on my face:) just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.  My Car!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nissan-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/nissan-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nissan is back in my hands:D:D:D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;it's a 02 Nissan Altima, and finally I can drive it again:D&lt;br /&gt;now my fun meter has doubled again:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.  The Killers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=killers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/killers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the killers have truely touched my soul with their amazing songs and meaningful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I listen to the killers, I can understand my life, one part at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  The Good New's Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=us-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/us-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I can tell they care about me, I hope:D&lt;br /&gt;we are really intresting when us three hang out:P&lt;br /&gt;simply, they put a smile on my face and I am starting to know how to treat them right:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's my life right now:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-2654190461335867191?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/2654190461335867191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=2654190461335867191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/2654190461335867191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/2654190461335867191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-right-now.html' title='Life Right Now!'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-2684697902036698040</id><published>2008-07-06T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:00:15.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Sun</title><content type='html'>So pretty much, I was made in this small town called La Habra in Cali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?&lt;br /&gt;action=view&amp;amp;current=lahabra.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/lahabra.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretty much I spent my early childhood chilling around the oc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=orangecounty.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/orangecounty.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as a kid, I mainly grew up with white kids, very odd for me when I think about it.  And from those white kids, I learned how to skateboard, ride a bike, and surf.  The whole surfing thing caught my attention and pretty much from day 1 of it, I loved doing it:D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hunty.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/hunty.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was freaked out when she found out that was doing this.  She told me I can never ever do it again, but I always surfed behind her back.  I usually told her I was going to the school playground or to some girl's house just to keep her mind occupied off the idea of me surfing.  Haha yeah..... but I really learned some cool things from surfers.  I learned their own language lingo stuff, and how to act chill.  The lanuage part was pretty intresting for me to learn haha but I got it down:D&lt;br /&gt;and now in this blog, I am going to teach you some of it:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.  Ace- To be Solo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.  Za- Pizza!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  Mal- Lame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.  Dead Presidents- Money:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.  Epi- Our word for epic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.  Flop- Chill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.  Amped- Stoked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.  Assclown- Wallballer aka the jackass of the group&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.  San-O - Where I live:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.  Beachbunny- Hot Chicks:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.  Biscuit- Tar Tar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12.  Kook- Our word for noob haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13.  Nazi Patrol-  The Pigs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14.  Oh Shizzz- Oh Shit haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15.  Chop- Small Waves:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16.  Boss- Cool:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;17.  Caspers- White Nerdy Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18.  Crew- Your Besties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19.  Flaca- Skinny Betty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;20.  Quasimoto- Surf like a hunchback:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-2684697902036698040?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/2684697902036698040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=2684697902036698040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/2684697902036698040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/2684697902036698040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/california-sun.html' title='California Sun'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-2464655300181957928</id><published>2008-07-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:32:37.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=usa.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/usa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Indy Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was fourth of July, one of my fav. holidays I do have to say myself.  Today was like any other fourth of July's I had before.  Grill out, blow up stuff, and go down to watch the fireworks.  Mmmhmm but there was something different about today, something really different.  Well at the last minute of the firework show, something hit me.  I was thinking of how I am going to make a difference in this country one day.  Not sure how, maybe by giving them my medical services, but who knows?  But that really, really made me think alot.  But the one thing that made me think alot is, are people really thankful for what I am about to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=corpsmantrainging.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/corpsmantrainging.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only I am putting the life of other sailors, marines, and soldiers.  But also I am putting my own life on the line so some punks can say the shit they want about our country.  Damn this stuff really makes me think hmmmm...... I am actually pretty scared of dieing and I hope to God I am safe through his guidance in the field.  But other then that, I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's three things I want from me serving the Navy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  To know I made a difference, even from just comforting a soldier/sailor/or marine before their death or even saving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  To earn a sweet eduaction:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  To make this country safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Us All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hospital Corpsman Pray:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me, oh Lord, for the coming events;Enough knowledge to cope and some plain common sense.Be at our side on those nightly patrols;And be merciful judging our vulnerable souls.Make my hands steady and as sure as a rock;when the others go down with a wound or in shock.Let me be close, when they bleed in the mud;With a tourniquet handy to save precious blood.Here in the jungle, the enemy near;Even the corpsman can't offer much lightness and cheer.Just help me, oh Lord, to save lives when I can;Because even out there is merit in man.If It's Your will, make casualties light;And don't let any die in the murderous night.These are my friends I'm trying to save;They are frightened at times, but You know they are brave.Let me not fail when they need so much;But to help me serve with a compassionate touch.Lord, I'm no hero -- my job is to heal;And I want You to know Just how helpless I feel.Bring us back safely to camp with dawn; For too many of us are already gone.Lord bless my friends If that's part of your plan; And go with us tonight, when we go out again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=corps.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/corps.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.&lt;br /&gt;To Katherine and Hannah, I am totally safe and I did not blow myself up:D&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-2464655300181957928?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/2464655300181957928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=2464655300181957928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/2464655300181957928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/2464655300181957928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-indy-day-so-today-was-fourth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-5918998112273961231</id><published>2008-07-02T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:10:24.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The People That Make A Difference In My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;current=usthree.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/usthree.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guah........the first thing I knew about this person is that we both like pancakes :D. Pretty much we can sing the whole pokemon theme song and we think digimon is lame. We have the most random converssations at the time, but it's all good. I love my Lil' Kaphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hannah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lanta? Who in the world uses that!? Hannah does!!! Alright, so she makes fun of my grammar, oh well:P. We walk alot and talk about the most random things like killer frogs, and ax murders? Haha. I love me some Hawnzilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=us.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dean Wathen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortal Kombat buddy and fellow Ci Ci's club member. He's a true friend to the end that stands up for what he believes. He eats like an elephant, and stands like a tree. That's why we call him Dean the Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alex Spiller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this dude actually waxed my back, now thats a true friend there. Haha, he's also a fellow Ci Ci's club member. We usually do weird things together like play football at wal-mart or bare it all coming back from our Ci Ci's adventures. Were an amazing tag team wrestlers and awesome freinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=drew.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/drew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude has gone to school with me ever since the 5th grade. I would always chill at his house and play some sweet mortal kombat. We started to get closer this year then another year before us. I am happy to say that we are pretty close freinds. He can call me anytime at the night to go get him if he was a little out of control, same deal with me:P I know were going to be pretty close freinds for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Babby.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/Babby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bobbie Ann Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make the sweetest pizza ever and along with the best german pretzels!! 6th is always fun with you even though we really ever do anything in that class:P We always drive illegally no matter what. You can find us at Sonic and Wal-Mart:D. She calls me Cheeky, and I call her Babbie:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chapelle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/chapelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dave Chappelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist, Thinker, and Comedian.&lt;br /&gt;"The hardest thing to do is to be true to yourself, especially when everybody is watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chris-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/chris-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Pontius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainer, Daredevil, Rollmodel, and a Vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok to be Wild."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-5918998112273961231?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/5918998112273961231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=5918998112273961231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/5918998112273961231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/5918998112273961231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-that-make-difference-in-my-life.html' title='The People That Make A Difference In My Life.'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8622239645393593082.post-7648786665465150932</id><published>2008-06-30T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:12:29.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get To Know Chico!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twenty Things You Need To Know About Chico!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.  My Real Name Is Alfonso Nichlous Sabigtan Nero Aldana Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.  I was born on December 6, 1990 in Orange County, California.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  I am the baby of the family, meaning that have two older sisters, Ana and Rocio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.  My oldest sister Ana passed away last year.  I miss her everyday:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.  My all time favorite color has to be purple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.  I am sports freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.  I love to buy my clothes from Pac Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.  Iam a troublemaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;and a good guy&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.  I love listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.  I hate needles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11.  I have a tattoo on my left chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12.  I am pretty much double jointed everywhere in my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13.  I may not show it, but I am a little jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14.  I work at a family grocery store called D&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15.  I have a terrible, terrible grammer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16.  I cuss like a sailor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17.  I am actually I am a sailor, I am enlisted in the United States Navy as of June 23rd 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18.  My shipout date is 8-25-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19.  I love reading scientific and pyschological books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20.  My friends are my life, they give me strength and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Does Chico Drive??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nissan01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/nissan01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Friends!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=us2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/us2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Future Job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/?action=view&amp;amp;current=navycorpsman_home.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q4/rhcpchico06/navycorpsman_home.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thier Will Be More About Me In Later Blogs But For Know, This is ME!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8622239645393593082-7648786665465150932?l=utbchico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/feeds/7648786665465150932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8622239645393593082&amp;postID=7648786665465150932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/7648786665465150932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8622239645393593082/posts/default/7648786665465150932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utbchico.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-get-to-know-chico.html' title='Let&apos;s Get To Know Chico!!'/><author><name>chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371424205501685533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHN4U-c3TnY/SGpl9tRMCAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2PvDXJAYZ7Y/S220/hahalosersforlife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
