<?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-6677778633396779429</id><updated>2011-08-02T15:17:36.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the_green_penguin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00425624529575856228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677778633396779429.post-3442783283616016235</id><published>2009-06-07T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:56:22.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY...</title><content type='html'>time &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677778633396779429-3442783283616016235?l=the-green-penguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3442783283616016235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/06/only.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/3442783283616016235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/3442783283616016235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/06/only.html' title='ONLY...'/><author><name>the_green_penguin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00425624529575856228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677778633396779429.post-3878904342505435571</id><published>2009-05-27T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:33:47.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Already WEEK 9?!?</title><content type='html'>This entire quarter, I have been saying to myself "I can't wait for summer to get here, I can't wait for school to end." Now that it's here however, I don't feel the same way. All weekend I have been saying to myself "dang, it's already week 9?" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Where did weeks 1-8 go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's time to shift life into gear and finish strong to make the end of my first year the best it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was a very eventful one. I started off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by hanging out with some high school people that I haven't hung out with since graduation. We caught up on life, chilled, and had fun. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; turned out to be all about school day, although it wasn't supposed to be, I thankful it turned out that way because I needed to get some stuff done. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was spent with my MCIA fambam in San Diego for AphiO's dance comp, and I'll just like to say, we totally killed it. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we had our first, and final, legit Zeta Skank hang out. We went to Huntington Library, ate dinner, played apples to apples, and just enjoyed our time together while we can still say "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we're newbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the weekend is over, this week has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in store for me. It's going to put me on an emotional rollercoaster for sure, test my time management abilities, and probably help me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grow as a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was the last practice of the complete Zeta year team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the last performance of Zeta year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; night is our banquet and the announce ment of the Eta year cabbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night is the start of our weekend, end of the year, retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I still have school, work, and people that i want to spend time with before this year commences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the brightside of things though, I can honestly say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There's some stuff I haven't included in here that's new in my life, but if you want to know, feel free to ask me. Also, let me know if you're going to be here over the summer!! So I can know who I need to hurry and see before the year ends and who will be here with me over the summer. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Richard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677778633396779429-3878904342505435571?l=the-green-penguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3878904342505435571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-already-week-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/3878904342505435571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/3878904342505435571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-already-week-9.html' title='It&apos;s Already WEEK 9?!?'/><author><name>the_green_penguin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00425624529575856228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677778633396779429.post-4337947299755023276</id><published>2009-05-25T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:18:48.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>So, for those of you who didn't know...I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;write poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, all the time. I stopped for a while though, I'm not sure why, but I did. I was bored at work on Friday, so I decided to do an activity that I used to do all the time, to get the creative juices flowing. It pretty much just starts off with one thought, and goes from there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck...&lt;br /&gt;Standing Still.&lt;br /&gt;Time is the essence,&lt;br /&gt;The essence is time.&lt;br /&gt;Still, nothing will change after this next rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i say next?&lt;br /&gt;I meant first.&lt;br /&gt;The start,&lt;br /&gt;The beginning.&lt;br /&gt;But having a beginning means there must be an end&lt;br /&gt;Of course, unless you're a circle.&lt;br /&gt;However my friend,&lt;br /&gt;All good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean circles are evil?&lt;br /&gt;Good and Evil,&lt;br /&gt;Two polar opposites.&lt;br /&gt;Like Heaven and Hell&lt;br /&gt;Skinny and Fat&lt;br /&gt;Dog and Cat&lt;br /&gt;Although those are both animals.&lt;br /&gt;A dog is a man's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;But what about cats and women?&lt;br /&gt;They are mere victoms of segregation due to their independence.&lt;br /&gt;They find content and happiness within themselves.&lt;br /&gt;But what exactly is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;How does one fine it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a map?&lt;br /&gt;But where do you find that?&lt;br /&gt;It's all just a big game of cat and mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Mice, underappreciated creatures of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get by however they can,&lt;br /&gt;Just to get stopped in their tracks by man...kind (i think not).&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, what makes their life less valuable than ours?&lt;br /&gt;How do you put a value on life?&lt;br /&gt;It can't be bought at a store, it's not the same as clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Clothing defines you as a person&lt;br /&gt;They show where you come from&lt;br /&gt;They may even be your "addiction" your "perscription"&lt;br /&gt;Which, if you ask me, is better than drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs run down your body&lt;br /&gt;Which is supposed to be your temple.&lt;br /&gt;But shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;That's when you hire a new architect, a safe outlet.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, running, golfing, swimming...&lt;br /&gt;All ways to let out stress to help you cope with life.&lt;br /&gt;Helping you achieve this happiness we're all in search of before it ends.&lt;br /&gt;There's that subject again,&lt;br /&gt;The ending.&lt;br /&gt;Which is exactly what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's really random, but I'm a random person. haha. I will make a legit entry either later tonight, or tomorrow sometime &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;updating on life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677778633396779429-4337947299755023276?l=the-green-penguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4337947299755023276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/4337947299755023276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/4337947299755023276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>the_green_penguin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00425624529575856228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677778633396779429.post-6481223804631695024</id><published>2009-05-21T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:56:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS...</title><content type='html'>are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677778633396779429-6481223804631695024?l=the-green-penguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6481223804631695024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/6481223804631695024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/6481223804631695024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys.html' title='BOYS...'/><author><name>the_green_penguin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00425624529575856228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677778633396779429.post-5928911475580284815</id><published>2009-05-19T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:54:11.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Reflection</title><content type='html'>My birthday has officially been over for 2 hours and 30 minutes and I have just been laying in bed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;reflecting on my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm truly thankful for the fact that I can say, it has been the best thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MCIA fambam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at practice, singing happy birthday to me at midnight during circle-up. I really hate when big groups of people sing happy birthday to you because it's always so awkward because everyone is staring at you and you're just sitting there not doing anything. For some reason though, this wasn't awkward at all, it was just the same as if my actual family were the ones singing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice, I was greeted by my hallmates when I got home. Being able to spend this first portion of my birthday with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oterians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really meant a lot to me since these are the people who have been there with me, figuring out this thing called college, since day one. It's really nice to know that they are still here with me now that the year is coming to an end. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to class (it was at 9AM), instead I decided to actually sleep in until noon. I really have been needing to catch up on sleep since you know, I have insomnia so I stay up till 3AM every night doing nothing at all and I have morning classes every day, so I thought this would be a great start. Plus, it was my birthday, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I shouldn't have to go to class anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up, I went to lunch with a couple of people (kristine, lena, jeannie, and aimee) at brandywine just because. After that though, we went to visit Elaine Kao at work (and Skanky happened to be there too), and they surprised me with a giant ass &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; poster that they made and signed for me, which I really appreciate...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step was...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with my wifey &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course, we got lost because that's what we do. haha. But we were able to create lots of new memories and we ended up finding our way like we always do. I was able to get my "fun" card, which the guy at the ticket boothe got all crazy with me because I called it a gift card instead of a fun card. He asked me which of the three options I wanted and so I said "the gift card please" and he said "the fun card?" and I was like "the gift card" and then he got all offended like and said "the fun card!" and I was like "yeah, suuuuuure, if that's what you call it, I don't work here." So if you ever go to Disneyland to get the gift card for your birthday, it's actually called the "fun" card. haha. We ended up not getting on any rides, we just got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dole Whip and pretzels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If you ask me though, that's a complete day at Disneyland. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Disneyland I was able to take a short nap before my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; took me out for dinner. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Michi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came and picked me up at 7pm (she was on time because it's Michi) and then we went and picked up &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (he was running late because it's Ken) and we went to the Ajisen to eat Ramen. Then &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; met us up later for dessert at 85 Deg Cel. This is probably the key thing that made my birthday complete. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love my pals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so much and I'm happy that I was able to spend time and share my special day with them. Where we were going was a complete surprise to me and it truly showed that they know me and listen to me. Ajisen was really good the first time I went and I've been wanting to go back there, and they remembered, 85 Deg Cel is like my favorite place ever, and they remembered. My palsies are the best, this was my first birthday that I didn't spend anytime with my family, but they were able to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended my birthday, the same way it began, with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MCIA fambam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at practice. Perfect way to begin it and the perfect way to end it, surrounded by those that you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I recided texts, phone calls, facebook comments (maybe myspace ones too, i haven't checked yet), and in person greetings and "happy birthdays." This showed me that people really care about me if they're willing to take the time out of their day just to wish me a happy birthday. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;every single person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is in my life because each one has contributed at least one thing to help make me the person I am after 19 years and I just hope that they will all stick around for many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 19th birthday was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;legit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;3 Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677778633396779429-5928911475580284815?l=the-green-penguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5928911475580284815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-reflection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/5928911475580284815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/5928911475580284815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-reflection.html' title='Birthday Reflection'/><author><name>the_green_penguin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00425624529575856228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677778633396779429.post-1358692720775569546</id><published>2009-05-18T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:03:23.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19.</title><content type='html'>So this is it huh? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the big one-nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (why do people always put ages like that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so today I turned 19. It has been a great birthday thus far and the day has barely begun. I look forward to the rest of the day because I'm pretty sure I'll manage to accomplish the goal I set for every birthday...make it better than the year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming into my birthday this year, I wasn't too excited. Other people were actually more excited than I was, but I have proper reason for this. I feel that I have learned the true value of time and with the approachment of my birthday, it's just a confirmation that life is going by way too fast. On top of that, my birthday always comes towards the end of the school year, so today sets the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stretch of the first year of my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to look past those negatives that my birthday brings, and focus on the better things. My birthday is also a great &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;moment of reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me. It allows me look back on the past year and see how much I have grown, not only physically and age wise, but as a person in general. I'm able to figure out what things went wrong and how I can make them better so I can make my 19th year on this Earth better than the past 18 years were. 19 is a big stepping stone, it's the last year of your teenage life. You've already been legal for a year and have had time to mature, but you're not quite a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;full adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" yet, so you can still make some common "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teenager mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." 19 is the year you grow and become that final person you want to be when you do turn 20 and can no long be called a teenager, because you are an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, turning 19 means having to face new challenges and accomplish new goals. It's safe to say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to celebrate my big day today by having lunch with some friends, going to disneyland for a bit, dinner with my pals, and then a night with my MCIA fambam at practice. I think it's goign to be a pretty legit day, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later!! (that's what s/he said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;3 Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677778633396779429-1358692720775569546?l=the-green-penguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1358692720775569546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/19.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/1358692720775569546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/1358692720775569546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/19.html' title='19.'/><author><name>the_green_penguin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00425624529575856228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677778633396779429.post-8092324046052977000</id><published>2009-05-17T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:05:44.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Begins Here...</title><content type='html'>As I was laying here in bed, awake at 4:14am like always, I decided that I should do something with myself. I'm not alert enough to do homework, my attention span isn't long enough to watch tv, and everyone's asleep. So, I decided &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it's time to start blogging again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I used to be a very avid blogger back in the xanga years but after a while I just stopped. I'm not sure why though. Maybe because people weren't reading them anymore? Maybe I just didn't have anything to say? Maybe because MySpace took over? I'm not quite sure, but I do know why I'm going to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always up around this time of night with nothing to do and no one to be with. It's just me and my thoughts, together, united. I figure I might as well kill two birds with one stone. If I start blogging again, not only will I have something to do, but I will also be able to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;get my thoughts out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I also feel that it's good to have some sort of representation of how your life is, and how it was, so you can create your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update this as often as possible, for sure at least twice a week. It might not always be filled with deep, intellectual, mind boggling words of wisdom and it might not always make sense, it's just a simple representation of what's going on in my mind, nothing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and nothing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;3 Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677778633396779429-8092324046052977000?l=the-green-penguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8092324046052977000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-all-begins-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/8092324046052977000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677778633396779429/posts/default/8092324046052977000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-green-penguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-all-begins-here.html' title='It All Begins Here...'/><author><name>the_green_penguin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00425624529575856228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
