<?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-3041939270911411002</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:45:49.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop, Won't Stop.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8333539369094642327</id><published>2009-12-20T01:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:49:54.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodluck Charm.</title><content type='html'>It was hard to let you go, even though we weren’t anything but friends. Remember how we got the whole goodluck charm thing? I asked you to check if the Warriors won the game cause I was going home. You were feeling kinda sick, but you still checked for me anyways. Later you told me they did win. Their 1st win that season. I told you to get better so that we could talk more. The next day, when we talked, you told me you felt much better, and we called each other goodluck charms. Now, we don’t talk anymore. And I was so stupid this time last year, when I said I didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. And I have no excuses for that. My ego and my pride got in the way when I said that. I did this twice before already, when we didn’t talk. The third time was foreal now. And I can’t get myself out of it. I learned alot when we were friends, and I wish that we could see each other and how much we’ve grown from the past year. You as my friend was one of the best things that ever happened to me. You were really my first girl best friend. No matter what, we were there for each other. And now I’m mad at myself for losing our friendship. I can’t believe it took me one year to realize I made the biggest mistake of my life. We walk pass by each other everyday, and I’m pretty sure we notice each other. Well we have two classes with each other too. And I see you with your boyfriend, and it hurts to see you two, but it’s true, you can’t pick who you like, you just do. Wanna know something? My regular prayer is praying for my family, my future, and my friends. And for at the end, I pray for that girl to be happy. That girl that made me happy when we talked on aim almost every night, that girl that I only talked on the phone once or twice. That girl that I liked a lot and ended up losing her. That girl, I gave a sorry note that made your day. I pray that “That Girl” be as happy as ever. You’re right, I don’t have the balls to tell this in your face, or talking to you whenever. But hopefully someone gets this out to you. And hope you see this and make something out of it. Thank you goodluck charm, you were always there, and I was just a wreck, you’ve given me many memories to love. I’m sorry. And I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8333539369094642327?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8333539369094642327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8333539369094642327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8333539369094642327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8333539369094642327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodluck-charm.html' title='Goodluck Charm.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-279502600112244513</id><published>2009-12-02T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:37:53.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was ALL a Dream.</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the weirdest dream I’ve ever had. For some reason, Mr. Gould took his only chem class on a field trip to Texas or something. So when we went there, we slept at an old creepy house that had a celeb there. And since I was dreaming, of course it would be Demi Lovato -___- (I dream too much btw) So I bumped into her in the hallways or something and we just kept messing around with each other. Cupcaking even. Later, the class got out to go to some museum thing and when we came back, hella paparazzi were at the house. Looking for Demi. Everyone get’s in except for, uhmm let’s call her ‘That Girl.’ That Girl was stuck between the paparazzi, and couldn’t get her out. And for some reason, this guy had kidnapped Demi -___- So me and a couple of the people in my class went out to the back fence and saw That Girl there. But the guy was there with a taser with Demi. So to make matters safe, I looked out a hole on the fence and saw That Girl and she had no way in. So told her to sit still and I’ll come get her. She wouldn’t listen to me because of all the history we’ve been to. I told her I was sorry and said some emo stuff and we both teared up. Then the guy came up and was holding a taser on the side of her face. I noticed that he didn’t hear me so I knew he didn’t notice me. I saw a bubble gun that looks just like a real gun and took it. I opened the fence and put the gun right behind his head and told him to stop or w/e. He dropped it then the cops came and got him. We were glad we were friends again. Demi was still in the car and I got her out. But another dude took both That Girl and Demi but didn’t get far. That Girl and Demi both got away and he went back into the car. He tried to drive off until I shot the wheel with my bubble gun which actually had real bullets in it. He got out and I was really pissed off, so I shot him in the leg and he went through a glass window of a house. That Girl and Demi Lovato were both happy that I saved him, and nearing to the end of my dream, they both come walking to me from different directions… and I wake up. I don’t know if I chose That Girl, or Demi. What the hell did I drink yesterday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-279502600112244513?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/279502600112244513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=279502600112244513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/279502600112244513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/279502600112244513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-was-all-dream.html' title='This was ALL a Dream.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1266950683343902550</id><published>2009-10-13T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:22:31.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all a dream.</title><content type='html'>I used to read Word Up! Magazine.&lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron&amp;#39;s iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1266950683343902550?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1266950683343902550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1266950683343902550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1266950683343902550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1266950683343902550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-all-dream.html' title='It was all a dream.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6065047660258555570</id><published>2009-10-13T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:29:10.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/demi%20lovato" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu208/savy21/normal_2.jpg" alt="Demi Lovato Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/selena%20gomez" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/selena%20gomez" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i999.photobucket.com/albums/af117/adorkable_tweeny/selenagomez141.jpg" alt="Selena Gomez Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6065047660258555570?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6065047660258555570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6065047660258555570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6065047660258555570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6065047660258555570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-i-will.html' title='I Believe.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2793551114924284174</id><published>2009-10-13T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:23:23.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hip%20hop%20is%20not%20the%20same" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i524.photobucket.com/albums/cc328/haikiscool/jgiqyx.jpg" alt="mainstream rap music Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2793551114924284174?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2793551114924284174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2793551114924284174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2793551114924284174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2793551114924284174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-is-not-same.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-4887338410508021045</id><published>2009-10-08T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:49:13.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Serios Quote</title><content type='html'>"Tell her the 3 words every woman wants to hear, I ... was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-4887338410508021045?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4887338410508021045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=4887338410508021045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4887338410508021045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4887338410508021045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-serios-quote.html' title='Very Serios Quote'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5119698919190820485</id><published>2009-10-03T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:20:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 100. One Tree Hill Quotes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes i wonder if anything's absolute anymore. Is There Still right and wrong? Good and bad?&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 153, 0); text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 11px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: helvetica,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and lies? Or is everything negotiable,left to interpretation, grey. Sometimes we're forced to bend the &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt; is still absolute. Believe that. Even when that &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; is hard and cold, and more painful than you've ever imagined. And even when &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; is more cruel than any lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have you ever wondered what marks our time here? If one life can really make an impact on the world...or if the choices we make matter? I believe they do. And I believe that one man can change many lives. For better...or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on the path while others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be honored by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or to simply give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You ever look a picture of yourself, and see a stranger in the background?. It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other peoples life have we been in. Were we a part of someone's life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died. Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone elses life, and not even know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because it´s only when you´re tested that you truly discover who you are. And it´s only when you´re tested that you discover who you can be. The&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 153, 0); text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 11px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: helvetica,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person that you want to be does exist, somewhere in the other side of hard work and faith, and belief and beyond the HEARTACHE and fear of what life has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But once in a while people push on to something better. Something found just beyond the pain of going it alone and just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone in. Or to give someone a second chance. Something beyond the quite persistence of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Someone once told me, Every song has an ending, but is that any reason not to enjoy the music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while people step up, they rise above themselves. Sometimes they surprise you, and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes, it can push pretty hard, but if you look close enough you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you're lucky, and if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5119698919190820485?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5119698919190820485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5119698919190820485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5119698919190820485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5119698919190820485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-100-one-tree-hill-quotes.html' title='Post 100. One Tree Hill Quotes.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5942065640888032489</id><published>2009-09-12T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:12:19.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feelin'...</title><content type='html'>"What's better than 1 girlfriend? 2!" - Kelso, That 70's Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That junior year's gonna be one tough ass year. And I needa step up my A game. But everything's so freakin' hard. I got a D in chem aalready? Algebra 2 is fucking impossible. Spanish is so intimidating. English is ight. My best classes are Ceramics and U.S. I'm pretty sure I have 2 A's in that class. I really want straight A's and things are getting more complicated with new things i've never even heard of. Ok, for Algebra 2, i'm really gonna have to be a kiss ass to my teacher by joining her filipino club thing. I have no choice. I didn't make the rules up but I know how to play the game. Things just start off that way. I wish it was freshman year again. Everything was easier, I wish I could start all of high school over real quick, minus the p.e. part and yeah. I had 2 D's in freshman year, and 1 D last year. So my class life sucks right now, but my social life is growing much more. Cool new friends and talkin' to so many girls ;D Even started to talk to her again, after a couple months. Crazy I know, but we're like the people in "You've Got Mail," where they talk to each other basically online and don't eeven meet 'til the end. Love that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was always that one girl that got away. Guys have that, and Serial Killers have that. -Adam Sandler (Funny People) Let's just say, my ego, my jelously, and my envy-"nous" got to my head and struck me down. I do control my emotions and actions, but there was always that saying "Think before you act" or whatever, and well I acted, thought, then shrivelled up inside. Well, I'm sorry. Guys tend to do stupid things right? Well I'm a great example for one. And if we really never talk again, well, let's say better late than never. It's hard losing someone. For example, when my grandma died, it fucking killed me. I couldn't stop thinking of what happend. I guess that's why I gave up playing piano. (Bet you didn't know I played piano did you?) Well that and everyone pressuring me to play when I don't wanna. On a brighter note, I know my grandma and that one girl are now in a better situation/place now. And I guess making others happy, makes me happy too. No matter how hard it comes down on me. It's like what my math teacher said, something in tagalog about having that good feeling inside when you do something nice. Or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to ride a bike! Finally! Took me 16 years to finally learn how, thanks to my cousins, you guys rock! Yeah, uhmm I only fell once, cause I was singing while biking. Ahaa. I like old soul songs, it's so beautiful. Only cause I'm watching these CD advertisements on ABC Fam...  I've kinda gave up on the Giants. Thought we could actually make it this year, I guess we gotta wait til next year. Stephen Jackson wants to leave -_- Hella ruined our spirit. Curry, Monta, and Biedrins gotta lead the way, and we're gonna win games when we work as a team. No matter how hard our opponents are, a team wins together. Selena Gomez's new song "Falling Down," is growin' on me. Demi Lovato, well she's still my favorite girl, and Debby Ryan is startin' to grow on me too. It's cool having disney stars 'bout my age. It's like thinking that people from WHS could actually be stars too. Man, I fell for the girls on TV, and I'm wishin' for them on a falling star. Boy Meets World needa be shown again! Miss that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like making people laugh btw. Even if I tend to get out of hand, or make a fool of myself, it's nice to see smiling faces around me. It's a warm feeling. "I Feel Like Reaching For the Sky." I'm a kidder or somewhat in Chem, Ceramics, and US. Good Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never really appreciate a friend until you lose them."-Everybody Hates Chris&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I could play Apologize and the first part of Best I Ever Had on the piano! I'll make a video soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5942065640888032489?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5942065640888032489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5942065640888032489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5942065640888032489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5942065640888032489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-gotta-feelin.html' title='I gotta feelin&apos;...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-962203825779559849</id><published>2009-08-28T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:01:53.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98: Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SpioKMFwIRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ggBZvc7ZXqg/s1600-h/3663127422_d993b1afcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SpioKMFwIRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ggBZvc7ZXqg/s400/3663127422_d993b1afcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375231048264196370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-962203825779559849?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/962203825779559849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=962203825779559849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/962203825779559849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/962203825779559849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/98-michael-jackson.html' title='98: Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SpioKMFwIRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ggBZvc7ZXqg/s72-c/3663127422_d993b1afcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8088179216443566791</id><published>2009-08-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:17:10.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>97; MotherFuckin' Gorgeous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s221.photobucket.com/albums/dd80/thebay23/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DebbyR.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd80/thebay23/Decorated%20images/DebbyR.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s221.photobucket.com/albums/dd80/thebay23/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=selena4.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd80/thebay23/Decorated%20images/selena4.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/demi%20lovato" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i588.photobucket.com/albums/ss327/bottleitupxx/demilovatotwitter.jpg" alt="demi lovato [: Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I keep visioning myself with my cousins in L.A. at a hotel lobby registering for a room. And for some reason, a really, really big piano is sitting in the lobby and suprisingly, I go over there and play the piano, and well, I see either Demi, Selena, or Debby walking by, and liking me play the piano. And the story goes on from there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8088179216443566791?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8088179216443566791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8088179216443566791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8088179216443566791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8088179216443566791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/97-motherfuckin-gorgeous.html' title='97; MotherFuckin&apos; Gorgeous...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd80/thebay23/Decorated%20images/th_DebbyR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3675899636560252379</id><published>2009-08-27T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:35:20.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whack ass dream...</title><content type='html'>Crazy dream uhh two days ago. Had one of those Armageddon dreams where the world ends. Scientifically the worlds suppose to end in 2880, when a big asteroid hits us. Hella long huh? Uhmm and mythically it&amp;#39;s suppose to end on December 12, 2012. Couple years from now. Back to my dream, some big ass earthquake hit like the entire world. Windows were shattering and the ground was splitting in half and like buildings were falling down. And I was trying to get out with the family and just leave and all of a sudden my heart was pounding and I wake up to my alarm clock. Then when I go downstairs to eat breakfast, on the news it said there was an earthquake near Vallejo. Freaky or what?&lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron&amp;#39;s iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-3675899636560252379?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3675899636560252379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=3675899636560252379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3675899636560252379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3675899636560252379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/whack-ass-dream.html' title='Whack ass dream...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5149214697775713151</id><published>2009-08-25T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:01:44.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>So the first week and a half of school has been crazy... Shitloads of hw and I&amp;#39;ve already gotta essay about what club or group I&amp;#39;m in. I don&amp;#39;t get Algebra 2 cause my teacher&amp;#39;s on mothertruckin crack. Hella fcuking hard ass shit. Spanish is whatever, it&amp;#39;s kinda hard but I&amp;#39;m getting it. Chem hasn&amp;#39;t been hard at all really, I needa pass this safety quiz, and just do my notes. Ceramics is like my favorite class as well as US history, I like both those teachers and I get to end my day on a good happy note. Hella juiced for the NBA season. I want it to start already! Warriors ftw! Hopefully. Lakers, Celtics, Cavs, and Magic are the lead candidates for that NBA title. No doubt. I think the wild cards for the NBA are the Nuggets and the Spurs. Yup San Antonio seems raw this year, with Jefferson and McDyess in the team and the Big 3 including Mason, I think they&amp;#39;ll be raw. But my pick to win the championship, well gotta pick the Lakers, that&amp;#39;s why their champs in&lt;br&gt; the first place right? Watched that Princess movie thing with Demi and Selena. It was alright, I was just happy I saw my girls in one movie! Ahaha, gotta love &amp;#39;em. But the chances of me meeting them, are like a gagillion to nothing. I mean they&amp;#39;re motherfuckin superstars! And I&amp;#39;m just a regular human being. But still, Team Demi and Selena FTW!&lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron&amp;#39;s iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5149214697775713151?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5149214697775713151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5149214697775713151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5149214697775713151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5149214697775713151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/fml_25.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3755714840284845138</id><published>2009-08-22T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:54:42.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>94 and more...</title><content type='html'>Everyone makes mistakes, but the question is, can everyone be forgiven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-3755714840284845138?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3755714840284845138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=3755714840284845138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3755714840284845138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3755714840284845138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/94-and-more.html' title='94 and more...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3217730682548443918</id><published>2009-08-22T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:53:35.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>93 'til Infinity</title><content type='html'>In Greek Mythology, it's said that humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs, and a head with 2 faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them apart and condemned them to spend their whole lives searching for their missing halves. I think I've found you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-3217730682548443918?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3217730682548443918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=3217730682548443918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3217730682548443918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3217730682548443918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/93-til-infinity_22.html' title='93 &apos;til Infinity'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8543651601134133345</id><published>2009-08-20T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:24:46.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 oh, 8 more posts!</title><content type='html'>Than 100... near the century mark people, what else can I talk about!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8543651601134133345?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8543651601134133345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8543651601134133345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8543651601134133345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8543651601134133345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/9-oh-8-more-posts.html' title='9 oh, 8 more posts!'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-4441644197784085902</id><published>2009-08-20T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:25:38.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooo Hoooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/So4hvH83dqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NBX8ypzxXjM/s1600-h/selenaanddemi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/So4hvH83dqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NBX8ypzxXjM/s400/selenaanddemi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372268498971489954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To My Girl, Demi Lovato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-4441644197784085902?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4441644197784085902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=4441644197784085902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4441644197784085902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4441644197784085902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/whooo-hoooo.html' title='Whooo Hoooo!'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/So4hvH83dqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NBX8ypzxXjM/s72-c/selenaanddemi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3850769255435504156</id><published>2009-08-19T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:55:05.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny little thing.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how you want classes with someone, and you don't get it, and the person you least want a class with, you end up having more than just 1. I'm an asshole, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-3850769255435504156?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3850769255435504156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=3850769255435504156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3850769255435504156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3850769255435504156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-little-thing.html' title='Funny little thing.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2116814195642865128</id><published>2009-08-18T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:23:22.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School...</title><content type='html'>Woke up around 630, took a shower. It was freakin' cold! Then ate cup of noodles for breakfast. Took bus to school around 730. Long ass line for the counselors. Saw Javin and spent my whole 1st period sitting on the bench. No 1st period yet. FML! 2nd Period I had Chemistry with Mr. Gould. Saw hella people in that class. At first, I didn't know where the class was til I asked Mr. V. Deepak was there, and so was Andrei, Jared, Angelica, Dominique, Richtan and more. Dealt with something with Ice. I freakin' sit in front -_- 3rd Period, had Dela Cruz for Algebra 2. She's whack. When she was talking about the class rules I went daydreamin' and she hella fcukin' noticed. WTF!? She has a strong filipino accent when she talks. Annoying... 4th period was with Mr. Magness. I got it with Dylan, Mark, and Ray. He's a pretty cool teacher. Smooth, yet boring. Lunch was boring, cold as fcuk. All i did was walk around the school. then Cermaics 5th period. It was alright, Ms. Shegoian been there for like 30 years or something. My cousin had her and she graduated in 96. Damn. 6th period was ok, I have Ms. Kruger, sounds scary i know but she seems pretty cool. Just had a little name game to finish off the first day. Hung out with my cousins, then now I'm finishing the Dark Knight and doing this. Did I mention we were in a car accident yesterday? TAILGATED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2116814195642865128?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2116814195642865128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2116814195642865128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2116814195642865128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2116814195642865128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6367657009285616289</id><published>2009-08-17T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:25:38.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML, Again...</title><content type='html'>School Tmrw! Whoo Hooo! Yeah no. Damn, what happened to summer?! ended hella fast. Hopefully junior year wasn't as bad as sophomore year, time to step up my game. Here We Go Again. -_- Demi Lovato's Birthday on Thursday! Whooot HOOOt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6367657009285616289?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6367657009285616289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6367657009285616289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6367657009285616289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6367657009285616289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/fml-again.html' title='FML, Again...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7543131078482647093</id><published>2009-08-17T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:25:52.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Btw...</title><content type='html'>They need to put Boy Meets World back on television...&lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron&amp;#39;s iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7543131078482647093?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7543131078482647093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7543131078482647093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7543131078482647093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7543131078482647093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/btw.html' title='Btw...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6095730141112449531</id><published>2009-08-17T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:54:32.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>School in 2 days. Damn summer went by hella fast. Let&amp;#39;s recap on my summer. Watched most big summer movies. From Up to Transformers to Harry Potter. Still needa watch the Hangover Umm hung out with my cousins in one of the coolest summers ever. Had an emotional time at Kuya Jae&amp;#39;s after party. Hot ass summer. Went to Dave and Busters for the first time. Grew up and learned what I really want. Knew how to dress up and act better. Lost my xbox then got it back. Finished drivers ed. And fell in love with Demi Lovato. Sophomore year went by fast and I slacked off. This is my year to shine, get good grades and go back to my smartassness from middle school. This is the year where colleges start to come into conversations. Time to find out what I really want. A friend of mine says there&amp;#39;s so much pressure. And yeah that&amp;#39;s true. Pressures on, but I thrive under pressure. Bring it. Junior year, here we come. &lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron&amp;#39;s iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6095730141112449531?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6095730141112449531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6095730141112449531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6095730141112449531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6095730141112449531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/fml_17.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7872027115997016640</id><published>2009-08-15T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:28:16.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storybook Fantasy?</title><content type='html'>Why am I always thinking of me meeting Demi Lovato in a fantasy dream type thing? -_- sad isn&amp;#39;t it? I mean I know that the chances of me meeting Demi Lovato are like a gagillion to 0000... I guess that a celebrity crush can hit you really hard. Hopefully one day i&amp;#39;ll meet the girl of my dreams. But I don&amp;#39;t know when. Where. Or how. Sometimes I believe that Demi is the girl of my dreams, but  I don&amp;#39;t even know her, and she doesn&amp;#39;t even know I exist. Why? Maybe it&amp;#39;s because of that whole love at first sight thing. But that&amp;#39;s not true, first sight thing. Well that&amp;#39;s what I believe. It would be totally awesome to be friends with a celebrity that&amp;#39;s your own age right? Well me and Demi are only a year apart so, that&amp;#39;s like the coolest thing. Problem is that there are a gagillion other guys like our age that like the a celebrity such as Demi. One thing I know for sure is that you can get their attention by doing something nice. Make a video appreciating them,&lt;br&gt; give them flowers, cards, candy, or something nice. I just wanna know one thing, will they answer you back if you do something nice for them? If they don&amp;#39;t, then it&amp;#39;s probably not worth trying to get their attention. Right? Hell Yeah. It would be nice to best friends with Demi, even if we never ever meet in person, like that movie &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve Got Mail.&amp;quot; &lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron&amp;#39;s iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7872027115997016640?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7872027115997016640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7872027115997016640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7872027115997016640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7872027115997016640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/storybook-fantasy.html' title='Storybook Fantasy?'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-273563178790955804</id><published>2009-08-14T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:16:25.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>I gotta spend the 1st period of the first day of school waiting in the counselors line... Cmon just give me damn class already!!!!&lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron&amp;#39;s iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-273563178790955804?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/273563178790955804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=273563178790955804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/273563178790955804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/273563178790955804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8565426270889085156</id><published>2009-08-12T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:43:25.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fcuk</title><content type='html'>Didn&amp;#39;t even get my schedule yet. I need the other adults to sign my papers... Hella fuckin gay. I don&amp;#39;t get why they need it, they have the one from last year and the year before that. I&amp;#39;m either going back there around 4 or tomorrow morning. Damn I hella wanted to see my schedule too. Schools to early!!!&lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron&amp;#39;s iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8565426270889085156?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8565426270889085156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8565426270889085156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8565426270889085156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8565426270889085156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/fcuk.html' title='Fcuk'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8845177140849006098</id><published>2009-08-11T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:47:54.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SoEhdOz4BEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XebFU7PW5Dk/s1600-h/sele-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SoEhdOz4BEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XebFU7PW5Dk/s400/sele-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368609016877941826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SoEhYkymD6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/dBqL5C53s50/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SoEhYkymD6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/dBqL5C53s50/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368608936878804898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherfcukin' BEAUTIFUL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8845177140849006098?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8845177140849006098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8845177140849006098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8845177140849006098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8845177140849006098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-girls-standing-in-line-for-bathroom.html' title='All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SoEhdOz4BEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XebFU7PW5Dk/s72-c/sele-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-249561722473808935</id><published>2009-08-09T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:46:15.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep...</title><content type='html'>It's 6:10 in the morning and I can't go back to sleep. I've been having this recurring dream all night; about me playing piano in a hotel lobby, a nice one btw, and all of a sudden Demi Lovato walks by with her friends and she notices me play. Weird right? Haha I knew there was someone behind me watching me but I didn't know it was her. So when I finished, she started to talk and I just answered without knowing who it was and when I looked up and it was her I was like "your Demi Lovato!" I asked her if we could hang out sometime and she said "right now is a great time, wanna show me around town?" or something like that. Next thing I know we're downtown walking around the city, she was wearing a purple hoodie with her hood on I guess to hide her face from paparazzi and her fans. I was wearing my red plaid button down with sleeves rolled up, jeans, and my classic chucks. I remember something about passing an Apple store and next to it was a music store, I saw her new CD and we talked bout her fame and success and all. After that she said she's glad we had a little date... I said "date?" I was happy of what I was hearing and then she started to hold my arm. Everything was perfect until I played the piano again at the music store and people started noticing that was Demi Lovato next to me, then camera flashes started to blind me and next thing I know she's gone, and I wake up having to go pee. -_- Best dream ever. Now somehow, I've gotta make this dream into a reality.&lt;p&gt;Here Without You - 3 Doors Down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from Aaron's iPod&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-249561722473808935?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/249561722473808935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=249561722473808935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/249561722473808935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/249561722473808935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8038897647799978400</id><published>2009-08-08T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:18:24.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>Starting to play piano again. Crazy right?! yeah, I hella needa get that back... What else? I still didn't do my notes for school yet... Uhmm, Dave and Busters is BOMB! Driving School is on my to do list, I still have to find one..  Needa new game for my xbox. It's been 2k9 all day. I like the baseball games tho. Giants are on a mofo' role. World Series anyone? It could happen. Im still in like with Demi Lovato. Her birthday's comin' up, what should I get her? Too much on my head. Prom this year? Girls, life, money, Demi... Damn. I'm in over my head, badly... And yeah my cousin was right, shieeettt I am a Groupie -_- too add to that, I got the Team Demi/Selena Shirt. hahahaha. Comin' in 5-10 days. In the words of 'The Freak' Whoo hooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8038897647799978400?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8038897647799978400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8038897647799978400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8038897647799978400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8038897647799978400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-166092960966598633</id><published>2009-08-06T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:57:59.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SnqNAqHeB0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BOiY3zMRYq8/s1600-h/499434313_76dffd6720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SnqNAqHeB0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BOiY3zMRYq8/s400/499434313_76dffd6720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366756948410500930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did it again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-166092960966598633?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/166092960966598633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=166092960966598633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/166092960966598633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/166092960966598633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/d.html' title=';D'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SnqNAqHeB0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BOiY3zMRYq8/s72-c/499434313_76dffd6720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6002193358579948032</id><published>2009-07-31T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:39:26.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>Got My Xbox Back! Whoo Hoo! 2k9 anyone? XBL: akvill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6002193358579948032?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6002193358579948032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6002193358579948032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6002193358579948032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6002193358579948032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoo-hoo.html' title='Whoo Hoo!'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6873928460017853592</id><published>2009-07-30T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:17:58.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Recap</title><content type='html'>Been running alot lately since well, i can't really go out here in Vallejo. And, my Xbox got the red rings so i had to send it to Microsoft... Sucked. Miss playing 2k9. But with all that time in my hands, I finished Driver's Ed! Whoo hoo! Now i gotta find a driving school and get my permit! Yessir.. I know it's gonna sound hella middle school, but I rediculously fell in love with Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez, bet you knew already. hahah. One day I'll meet them, and I'll get my date with one of them ;D yeah, in my dreams, i've heard that much before... but, like the warrior slogan, I still believe.. haha.. So i still haven't started my summer reading, i just have to freakin' take some notes right? okay... Strictly water from now until whenever i crack. Water and Milk basically. Excersise at least 30 minutes a day. I could've went to LA with the cousins, missed out, i might go New York before school, i'm definitely goin' Philippines in January. Damn, I just wanna meet them so badly, they're hella pretty, and iminlikewiththem. hhaha oh and I finished One Tree Hill! Whooo Hooo! yeah tooka  while. uhmm, Stephen Curry and the Warriors are lookin' legit right now. Lakers, Magic, Cavs, and Celtics look like they're gonna dominate this year. SF Giants are fcukin' dominate this season. World Series anyone? As long as Tim Lincecum, Matt Cain, and Sandoval freakin' lead the way, i could see that happenin'. Oh yeah I also like Debby Ryan too! haha, is it me, or do the girls on the Disney Channel really pretty cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6873928460017853592?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6873928460017853592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6873928460017853592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6873928460017853592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6873928460017853592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-recap.html' title='Summer Recap'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2301841022386909671</id><published>2009-07-30T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:09:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Had To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*OTAwMjIwMDczOSZwdD*xMjQ5MDAyMzg3NDc3JnA9MTEwOTkxJmQ9TWFzaCUyMEdhbWUmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPTBmMzgwMmUwNjZiNTQ4ZDA5ZWU2ZTk2ZmM2N2MwNDM3Jm9mPTA=.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833" title="eSpin the Bottle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" alt="Behold... My Future" title="Behold... My Future" border="0" width="350" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;Demi Lovato&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;San Francisco&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;1 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;Red Ferrari&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;Photographer&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833" title="whats your future"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" alt="whats your future" border="0" width="163" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2301841022386909671?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2301841022386909671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2301841022386909671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2301841022386909671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2301841022386909671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/mash-game-predict-your-future-at-espin.html' title='Just Had To...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-4705518765521387945</id><published>2009-07-28T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:35:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAY FOR ME...</title><content type='html'>Entered the Selena Gomez/Sears sweepstakes, and hopefully I win... Pray for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/Sm_tne3WOEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l9jRzhcf_H8/s1600-h/2635305589_db32490024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/Sm_tne3WOEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l9jRzhcf_H8/s400/2635305589_db32490024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363766943777437762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, they're pretty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-4705518765521387945?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4705518765521387945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=4705518765521387945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4705518765521387945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4705518765521387945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/pray-for-me.html' title='PRAY FOR ME...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/Sm_tne3WOEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l9jRzhcf_H8/s72-c/2635305589_db32490024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7786178822006985901</id><published>2009-07-25T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:29:54.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say K.O.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SmujYJ1BXMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aV-9PeGOD_A/s1600-h/3499884110_18cc88844c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SmujYJ1BXMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aV-9PeGOD_A/s400/3499884110_18cc88844c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362559416665201858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, there's only one, Ricky Hatton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7786178822006985901?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7786178822006985901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7786178822006985901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7786178822006985901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7786178822006985901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-say-ko.html' title='Can you say K.O.?'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SmujYJ1BXMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aV-9PeGOD_A/s72-c/3499884110_18cc88844c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7605091221571187773</id><published>2009-07-25T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:19:31.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;333</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/Smug9Z3A1xI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XVwxQlUrsXU/s1600-h/3468544193_3384fb6923_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/Smug9Z3A1xI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XVwxQlUrsXU/s400/3468544193_3384fb6923_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362556758088800018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/Smug6N5VNTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/66v7oC8v2YM/s1600-h/2684397545_62575b4740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/Smug6N5VNTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/66v7oC8v2YM/s400/2684397545_62575b4740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362556703337690418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the 'Freak' : Whoo Hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7605091221571187773?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7605091221571187773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7605091221571187773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7605091221571187773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7605091221571187773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/333.html' title='&lt;333'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/Smug9Z3A1xI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XVwxQlUrsXU/s72-c/3468544193_3384fb6923_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2087631337835131438</id><published>2009-07-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:57:18.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mofcukin' Tired.</title><content type='html'>I'm mofcukin' tired. Woke up at 830, went to Daly City, ate at St. Francis, got new phone, whoo hoo! Got new clothes, home depot, helped Dad with the backyard, got like a ton of sand for the backyard, crazy ass day. Rica and Kuya Jae stopped by and i could go to the gym wit them everyother week. Dinner was great, had dessert and now i'm wactching my bro play wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or are the girls on Disney kinda cute? I mean really. There's Selena and Demi, Debby Ryan, Miley, and of course Vanessa. hahaha. You know how you get that celebrity crush and all, well mine is Demi Lovato. Whoo hoo! She's hella pretty. Well that's just my opinion. In Tim Lincecum's words : Whoo Hoo! oh and I like her song 'Here we go again' as well as 'Halo' sung by Bethany Joy Lenz...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SmLDtnbIyLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ijaDtiHRazk/s1600-h/demilovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SmLDtnbIyLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ijaDtiHRazk/s400/demilovato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360061694968645810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SmLDoELglVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oxLSB1_3hJA/s1600-h/bethany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SmLDoELglVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oxLSB1_3hJA/s400/bethany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360061599608509778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2087631337835131438?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2087631337835131438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2087631337835131438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2087631337835131438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2087631337835131438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/mofcukin-tired.html' title='Mofcukin&apos; Tired.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SmLDtnbIyLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ijaDtiHRazk/s72-c/demilovato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-998731422586425832</id><published>2009-07-10T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:33:33.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 10th, 2009</title><content type='html'>Sanchez from the Frisco Giants just had a no hitter game today against the Padres. Sick ass game, I&amp;#39;m gettin into baseball a lot now and the Giants actually have a winning season. In Tim Lincecum&amp;#39;s words &amp;quot;Woo Hoo!&amp;quot; Ahaha. It&amp;#39;s 11:20 and my folks aren&amp;#39;t home yet. Gettin kinda worried. What else happened? Uhhhh Warriors lost in the summer league, Brandon Bass signed with the Magic, looks like they aren&amp;#39;t gonna bring back Marcin Gortat. No back up center for the Magic. But VC with the Magic is still a shock. As well as Ron Artest teaming up with his  arch nemisis Kobe Bryant. I hella can&amp;#39;t wait for next season, ahaha Stephen Curry and the Warriors gonna be bomb next season. And we could still get Amare? Damn let the season begin already! Fresh Prince is still a classic show. Next thing Nick at Nite needs is to add Boy Meets World to their nightly basis instead of Malcolm. In the Middle. And that&amp;#39;s all I gotta say now. Can&amp;#39;t believe I did all this on my&lt;br&gt; iPod. Crazzzzyyy! Oh yeah, I gotta concentrate in this year and get at least all B&amp;#39;s. Can&amp;#39;t fail. Peace!&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#39;re The One - Guerilla Black&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s a wannabe Biggy. But good song.&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-998731422586425832?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/998731422586425832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=998731422586425832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/998731422586425832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/998731422586425832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-10th-2009.html' title='July 10th, 2009'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-843280275902724134</id><published>2009-07-09T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:19:47.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giants/Debate</title><content type='html'>Watching the Giants game and we&amp;#39;re killin&amp;#39; rite now. Lincecum is doing pretty well, and Sandoval&amp;#39;s about to hit. And on that Vh1 show Great Debate they did the which lesbo is hotter Tila or Lohan, I wouldn&amp;#39;t mind having both;D ahahha and Urkel is better than Fonz. Haaha but I love Happy Days. I actually like this show.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-843280275902724134?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/843280275902724134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=843280275902724134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/843280275902724134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/843280275902724134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/giantsdebate.html' title='Giants/Debate'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-576970695722476691</id><published>2009-07-08T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:33:56.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter....</title><content type='html'>So I&amp;#39;m watching Harry Potter w. my cousins and I was just wondering how the whole series is gonna end. That&amp;#39;s gonna take a while. Well I&amp;#39;ve got nothing else to do and I&amp;#39;m kinda  excited for tmrw cuz we might go rock climbing, just the fake rock ones. And yeah, the lady from the last Potter movie is a real Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-576970695722476691?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/576970695722476691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=576970695722476691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/576970695722476691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/576970695722476691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter....'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6392320336102371326</id><published>2009-07-07T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:27:24.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Aaron!!!</title><content type='html'>You found my blog!!! &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6392320336102371326?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6392320336102371326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6392320336102371326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6392320336102371326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6392320336102371326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-aaron.html' title='Damn Aaron!!!'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7199033524598121355</id><published>2009-07-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:25:39.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap...</title><content type='html'>So Kuya James' grad party was last week and we had to do a little 'emotional' speech about how he's like the first in my cousin's family to graduate. And like he's our inspiration now and yeah. But it was fun and all and i'm gonna miss him when he leaves for DC. Well summer vacation has sucked basically cause i've only played ball twice now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss some people now and it's amazing how things can change in a little amount of time. Said something nice to a person and you get no reply whatsoever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ahaa. Well yeah. Today, I'm here in Benecia after being in Oakland for like a Town Family Reunion and it was boring as fcuk. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened? Well driver's ed isn't happening cause my dad wants to save up some money, uhmm, i got new glasses, i'm trying to get raybans, and well my xbox got red rings and i've just been doing the towel trick. so yeah. Oh and like my myspace song, it's catchy, and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't Trust A Hoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7199033524598121355?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7199033524598121355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7199033524598121355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7199033524598121355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7199033524598121355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/recap.html' title='Recap...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-4404229907085516330</id><published>2009-06-25T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:39:39.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SkUV5lWKzDI/AAAAAAAAAII/qRt2yTXW_Vc/s1600-h/billie-jean-jackson_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SkUV5lWKzDI/AAAAAAAAAII/qRt2yTXW_Vc/s400/billie-jean-jackson_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351707811221523506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biggest Loss the World will Ever Have. You will Definitely Be Missed... Your Music will Live on Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-4404229907085516330?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4404229907085516330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=4404229907085516330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4404229907085516330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4404229907085516330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='R.I.P Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SkUV5lWKzDI/AAAAAAAAAII/qRt2yTXW_Vc/s72-c/billie-jean-jackson_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-4843400140313168996</id><published>2009-06-14T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:04:50.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakers = NBA Champs 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SjaNPNFc5pI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2lmd7CunQA0/s1600-h/champs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SjaNPNFc5pI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2lmd7CunQA0/s400/champs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347616899899123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the NBA Champions Los Angeles Lakers of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Kobe is the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-4843400140313168996?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4843400140313168996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=4843400140313168996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4843400140313168996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4843400140313168996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/06/lakers-nba-champs-2009.html' title='Lakers = NBA Champs 2009'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SjaNPNFc5pI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2lmd7CunQA0/s72-c/champs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3067939039509136305</id><published>2009-06-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:59:09.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Music these days honestly, suck. I mean rap music is like about sex, and drugs, and gangs, guns, but it's like hardcore about it, like, there's no real flow. It's not like back in the 80's or 90's where all songs had a flow. For instance, electro music or whatever it's called, it was like really good in the 90's like the movie "Night at the Roxbury." Love that movie, the songs are great in there. And rapping is alright but there's no flow, no rhythm like Biggy or 2pac. Biggy I like the best cause he just had that smooth flow when he speaks. It was just there, i mean It's sad to see music die like this, there's still great music though, i'm not saying there's no really good music out there, it's just some things are stupid. Let's say, "Ayebaybay," -_- what the fcuk? I was like what the hell kinda song is this, all you know is "Ayebaybay," sometimes you don't even know what the fcuk he's saying. And the music video is like him singing on a train track, wow. it would be funny if a train just went and ran him over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the days, music have meanings.  Music has a way of touching people and helping people get through with their everyday lives.    -Kuya James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me your thoughts maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-3067939039509136305?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3067939039509136305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=3067939039509136305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3067939039509136305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3067939039509136305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8524926942977751849</id><published>2009-06-14T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:35:01.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>The first week of summer was alright. Went to the city for a day with my two cousins, just went out lookin' for clothes for my cousin's party comin' up in a couple of weeks. It's like a Gossip Girl preppy type party. No Jeans to me means that it's a formal party. One of my cousin's told me to wear suspenders and a bow tie or a loosened up tie with a buttoned down white shirt with black pants and chucks. haha. Pretty preppy right? Well idk what to wear yet, but I'll find out soon enough. Had this really good pizza where there's potatoes on it which was really good. Somewhere in Haight and Ashbury.  Went to the doctors to get two shots, and then chilled at my cousin's house and played ball. Then early morning on Thursday, went to pick up my cousin from the airport, and we had breakfast at this really good crepe place. After that we went to hit some balls at the driving range and that was pretty fun. Went around the mall because my sister needed a new dress of somethin. Lakers are doggin' right now, stupid ass Hedo shot that 3 too early. Game 5 tonight, can't wait. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camille's birthday was fun! The night before I helped my cousin make some posters for her High School Musical themed party. There was an Ashley Tisdale cut out because my niece Camille really likes her, but I kept telling her my favorite is Gabriella because well it's Vanessa Hudgens and well you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Night at the Museum part 2 and I think that was alrite, I expected more of that but, overall I liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post some more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Poppa - Notorious BIG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Aaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8524926942977751849?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8524926942977751849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8524926942977751849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8524926942977751849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8524926942977751849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1784503994892267738</id><published>2009-06-04T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:11:53.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just gotta say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SiiM8wOjXII/AAAAAAAAAH4/f1tHj28_bhI/s1600-h/kobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SiiM8wOjXII/AAAAAAAAAH4/f1tHj28_bhI/s400/kobe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343675933241072770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe how Kobe does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1784503994892267738?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1784503994892267738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1784503994892267738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1784503994892267738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1784503994892267738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-gotta-say.html' title='I just gotta say....'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SiiM8wOjXII/AAAAAAAAAH4/f1tHj28_bhI/s72-c/kobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6808219284780765687</id><published>2009-05-31T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:09:36.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craaazzzzyyyy....</title><content type='html'>Bye Bye Cavs! Say goodbye to the Lebron James. He's gone, outta here, no more MVP. Magic vs. Lakers and now I give up on the so called "King." Saturday, we were at my cousin's grad party, and playing ball all day. you could lower the rim so we could dunk on it. haha, hella fun. then we went to my other cousin's house and we had drinks while we play cards. Now i'im just procrastinating on my poetry book. PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6808219284780765687?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6808219284780765687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6808219284780765687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6808219284780765687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6808219284780765687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/05/craaazzzzyyyy.html' title='Craaazzzzyyyy....'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1965927546109336647</id><published>2009-05-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:25:12.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill Quotes.</title><content type='html'>There's no shame in being afraid. Hell, we're all afraid. What you gotta do is figure out what you're afraid of, because when you put a face on it you can beat it. Better yet, you can use it. Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I'm a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes in many forms -- in the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else's dream come true, or in the promise of hope renewed. It's okay to let yourself be happy because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing your heart's desire is tragic, but gaining your heart's desire is all you can wish for. So if that's tragic, then give me tragedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Anne Porter once said: There seems to be a kind of order in the universe... in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1965927546109336647?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1965927546109336647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1965927546109336647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1965927546109336647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1965927546109336647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-tree-hill-quotes.html' title='One Tree Hill Quotes.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8448163151754913940</id><published>2009-05-23T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:07:07.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okkaayy...</title><content type='html'>So, I guess the playoffs are proving me wrong. Nuggets and Magic stole homecourt advantage now, and Lebron's shot was fcukin' craaazzzyy. Kobe and the Lakers needa step up and win game 3 or everyone's gonna be on their jock. School has been a pain in the ass, but I'm tryin' to do my best. Yesterday, went to Office Depot with Derrick. Got our paper bounded. Got to get some notes down, poems down, and continue one tree hill. Yeah i've been hooked on that show for like a month now. Lebron James is a BEAST. Sickest shot ever! hahaha. Shieeeettt, I almost lost my voice after that. hahaah. 2 more weeks of school, i can't believe it, it's almost over. Last second work and it's tough. Let me ask you something, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, last second shot, for all the marbles, can you take a heart breaker?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8448163151754913940?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8448163151754913940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8448163151754913940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8448163151754913940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8448163151754913940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/05/okkaayy.html' title='Okkaayy...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1363273898597418928</id><published>2009-05-13T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:45:26.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time... Again.</title><content type='html'>This woman was about to have heart surgery, and she fell asleep. She was dreaming that she was talking to God. She asks him, "Am I going to die now?" He says "No, you have 30 more years in you." She was so excited once she heard that, so she has all these surgerys, like lypo suction, face job, nose job, every job. and she goes out of the hospital, feeling so good. Once she steps on the street, she gets hit by a bus. So she goes up to heaven, and she talks to God once again, and asks Him "I thought I was going to live 30 more years?!" God said, "Oh, I did not recognize you." ahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1363273898597418928?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1363273898597418928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1363273898597418928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1363273898597418928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1363273898597418928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-time-again.html' title='Story Time... Again.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-9189427809102813969</id><published>2009-05-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:37:35.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm not moving schools? Well I mean, my mom doesn't plan on moving jobs yet, my dad sure isn't, and well I might as well stay here. It's gonna be hard, waking up early everyday again. Plus my history with like everyone there is somewhat different now, and well I know that you don't wanna class with me, but well, we'll see what happens in the next 4 months. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-9189427809102813969?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/9189427809102813969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=9189427809102813969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/9189427809102813969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/9189427809102813969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5853569703756067796</id><published>2009-05-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:37:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakers vs. Cavs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SgOoyA30-mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CCS9qIiYRRA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SgOoyA30-mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CCS9qIiYRRA/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333291960917883490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know it's these two in the finals. Question is, who's gonna take it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(101, 195, 224); width: 250px; background-color: rgb(171, 171, 171); color: rgb(92, 77, 58) ! important;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(5, 4, 16) ! important;"&gt;Lakers or Cavs, Who's takin' it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(92, 77, 58) ! important;" href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/898008-lakers-or-cavs-whos-takin-it-all/898008/0/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acepolls.com/pollimages/radio.gif" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(92, 77, 58) ! important;" href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/898008-lakers-or-cavs-whos-takin-it-all/898008/1/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acepolls.com/pollimages/radio.gif" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cavs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/898008-lakers-or-cavs-whos-takin-it-all/898008/" style="color: rgb(92, 77, 58) ! important;"&gt;(View Results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/create" style="color: rgb(92, 77, 58) ! important;"&gt;Create a MySpace Poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5853569703756067796?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5853569703756067796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5853569703756067796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5853569703756067796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5853569703756067796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/05/lakers-vs-cavs.html' title='Lakers vs. Cavs'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SgOoyA30-mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CCS9qIiYRRA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7423154605370350739</id><published>2009-05-07T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:23:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't get used to life without you&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes, see your face&lt;br /&gt;And nothing seems to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get through these nights without you&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes, see your face&lt;br /&gt;I only have myself to blame.&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/3041939270911411002-7423154605370350739?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7423154605370350739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7423154605370350739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7423154605370350739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7423154605370350739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-get-used-to-life-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1936985601202591948</id><published>2009-04-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:35:26.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess you already know...</title><content type='html'>I'm switching schools. Yup, I finally made my decision. I'm gonna end up graduating from Rodriguez High School, up at Fairfield. I got people there i know, so don't worry 'bout me. Some may like it, some may not. But it's my decision right? I'm much closer to family now a days, and I can always come back to the city. It's just, I needa leave Daly City. After all my history in this town, It's all memories. I know it sounds bad for some people, but I'm still here, I mean, I'm only 45 minutes away. I'm gonna finish my last year in 5 weeks. That's basically what's going on for my life right now. Everything else's goin' great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I did this volunteering thing with my cousins at a Daffidol Tea Party at this big mansion in Mare Island. I was just your usual waiter, I got $5 tip XD Woot Woot. Definitely doin' that next year! The night before, we watched 17 Again, and when we were goin' home, we went to the road where the Zodiac Killer killed people, and my cousin and his friend tried to scare us, by opening the door while he was driving and pretending that the headlights were out. ahhaha. It was scary but in a good way. And I watched 17 Again, again last night. haha. It's a great movie, watch it some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1936985601202591948?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1936985601202591948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1936985601202591948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1936985601202591948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1936985601202591948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-guess-you-already-know.html' title='I guess you already know...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1934784766051007015</id><published>2009-04-19T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:24:24.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Playoffs &amp; EverythingElse.</title><content type='html'>PLAYOFFS! finally. the best time for an NBA fan. hahaha. I want Bulls over Celtics, Heat over Hawks, Cavs over Pistons, Magic over 76ers, Lakers over Jazz, Hornets over Nuggets, Spurs over Mavs, and Blazers over Rockets. Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New haircut, if you guys don't know. Star testing comin' soon. Gotta get ready for that. 2k9 anyone? only on weekends. akv13 breh. I need to get my grades up HELLA BADLY. Got's to. Need more things in life but I'm happy where I'm at. My friends are bringin' me up, even if we ain't close that much. Oh, and gotta add more apps to my itouch. Ight, peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1934784766051007015?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1934784766051007015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1934784766051007015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1934784766051007015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1934784766051007015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/04/nba-playoffs-everythingelse.html' title='NBA Playoffs &amp;amp; EverythingElse.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8727475558693501193</id><published>2009-04-07T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:33:23.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break, So Far.</title><content type='html'>Friday: Went to the warriors game. Whooped Hornet's ass. CP3 was sick tho. It was him vs. Crawford througout the game. Haha. One dude couldn't even dunk it. Saw Derick with his friends. Dude gave me a balloon. hahaha. Game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Felt like crap in the morning. At night, Grandma, Uncle, and Cousin came from the Philippines. Ate like hella food. Played B.S. With the cousins and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Woke up hella early for some reason. Opened up the boxes. Finished reading Kingdom Come. Hella Good Ass comic book. Hella just slept on the couch that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Really Felt like crap. Couldn't even move. My fever was so high. I felt like i was a rock. Stayed in bed the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Felt a bit better. Stayed in bed til like 6, again. Watched one tree hill early in the morning, ate mickied's, had jamba juice, and watched american idol. OH yeah!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8727475558693501193?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8727475558693501193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8727475558693501193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8727475558693501193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8727475558693501193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-so-far.html' title='Spring Break, So Far.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5850370878864292543</id><published>2009-04-02T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:01:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time.</title><content type='html'>This woman was 50 years old, and she wanted to have surgery to look younger. She did, and decided to take a walk a few weeks later. She went to different stores asking for people how old does she look, a few answered 25, a few answered 32. She was so thrilled. She said "I'm flattered, but I'm actually 50 years old." Same thing happens for a few days throughout the city. She then stops at a McDonald's and asks the Cashier the same question. The Cashier says 32. She says "No I'm really 50, but thank you." So she goes and waits at the bus stop. She sees this old man and she asks him the same question. He says he can't really know her age, unless he does some things to check. Like feel her boobs. She's like "Oh what the heck!" So he does, and plays with them and says, "You're 50!" She's so amazed. She says "How do you know?" He says, "Well, I was behind you in McDonald's and misheard you talking to the Cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I think it's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5850370878864292543?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5850370878864292543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5850370878864292543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5850370878864292543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5850370878864292543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-time.html' title='Story Time.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1534832008710922022</id><published>2009-04-02T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:52:58.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Bash/50th Post!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Aaron! That's what I basically heard the entire day. hahaha. I'm fcukin' 16! I'm can drive now! hahaha. Gotta hit the books bro. Game time for sure as we got the Hornets tomorrow night. Spring Break is one day away! FINALLY. I know everyone's agreeing with me. hahaha. Well, I basically got clothes, $50, and a sick-ass comic book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kingdom Come&lt;/span&gt;, Check it out. Hella juiced up for the Warriors game. 2nd game of the week. Hella people I know are going there. Derick Nguyen and Kris Lapu, see you there? Today went from bad ass weather, to a sick ass day. My sister freakin' texted me like 12:08 am to greet me. I was hella sleepin' too. I had a weird ass dream too. I kinda forgot it tho. Short term memory. Took bus, and went to school. Joseph greeted me first, then some people at P.E. Took the Spanish test and everyone else greeted me. Saw someone today that I thought was gonna greet me but I kinda was happy she didn't. What else. Umm. Allan and Kimi greeted me during 4th period. 5th period, everyone greeted me. Gotta test tomorrow -_- SUCKS. 6th period was wacked. Haha. After school, I asked people for my birthday present. I got a cough drop from Allan, an apple from Theo, birthday greets from everyone of course, and Kimi said she'd buy me a cake, well so she could have half -_-. haha. Thanks Kimi. Went to eat lunch with my dad bro and cousin. Found out my brother was sick. Got home ordered pizza and had my straberry pie ;D Sick ass birthday, I like spending time with my family more than my friends, even if they are older than me. I get wiser stupider, and cornier. Haha. Well It was a great birthday. Thanks to everyone who greeted me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1534832008710922022?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1534832008710922022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1534832008710922022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1534832008710922022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1534832008710922022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-birthday-bash50th-post.html' title='My Birthday Bash/50th Post!'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2128286340212590332</id><published>2009-03-30T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:52:17.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ref You Suck.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the warriors game an hour ago. Man, some bad ass calls. The entire crowd chanted "Ref you suck!" I kinda felt bad for the ref, but he didn't see Monta get hit, or anyone else. I don't know anymore. Hopefully we'll have a good pick in the draft soon. Whatever happened to fair play? Man. Ref, YOU SUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2128286340212590332?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2128286340212590332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2128286340212590332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2128286340212590332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2128286340212590332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_30.html' title='Ref You Suck.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2835725845347762602</id><published>2009-03-30T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:02:04.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question.</title><content type='html'>"You can drive at 16, Go to war at 18, Drink at 21 and retire at 65. So how old do you have to be before your love, is real?"- One Tree Hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2835725845347762602?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2835725845347762602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2835725845347762602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2835725845347762602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2835725845347762602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-can-drive-at-16-go-to-war-at-18.html' title='Question.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2957078623964837066</id><published>2009-03-28T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:21:46.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Choice Awards!</title><content type='html'>March 27. Happy Birthday Uncle Larry! haha. had some strawberry pie to eat and that was basically the day. Going to home, I liked reminiscing about my past. About my brother's first babysitter, my dad not seeing his bestfriend til like 2 years ago. Haven't seen him in like 20 years. And thinkin' about the good ol' times, where you don't think about stress, grades, schools, relationships. It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28. Kids Choice Awards! Yeah I'm watching it. Nothing else to do. Earlier, Spring cleaning in my garage. Then took a jog to ate's house. This day's not ending yet, i still gotta watch one tree hill season 2! whoot! Oh i still gotta talk about something later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2957078623964837066?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2957078623964837066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2957078623964837066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2957078623964837066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2957078623964837066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-choice-awards.html' title='Kids Choice Awards!'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2886092806609727111</id><published>2009-03-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:58:50.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immaturity.</title><content type='html'>Immaturity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not fully grown or developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marked by or suggesting a lack of normal maturity: &lt;i&gt;silly, immature behavior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Crazy right? Why am I talkin' about this? Well because I just wanna be clear, I guess you could say I have "friends" that act hella immature. Why? Idfk? They're fcuking crazy. One's 15, one's 16, and one's 17. Crazy assholes. I don't get how I'm actually friends with them. They act like kids who have no sense of mind, who thinks everything's about fun and games, and can never get serious. What the hell? They act like they're lost, or they act stupid to be funny, I mean, it really isn't that cool. I think it makes you stupider and stupider by the moment. Honestly, I don't think I want to be they're friends again. Whatever. I don't know what people see in them that's cool. It's just gone now. One of them's gotta start being a lazy ass bitch when he says he'll do his part for a project, but doesn't do it. And when he asks why, he acts all up and get's pissed off and starts cussing and all out. And when he said he's not gonna be here to present, he get's pissed off. I really don't give a fuck about them right now. Hope they don't ask for me when they're the one's that need help. Okeninam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2886092806609727111?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2886092806609727111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2886092806609727111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2886092806609727111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2886092806609727111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/immaturity.html' title='Immaturity.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8048329267399527028</id><published>2009-03-24T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:43:40.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Story.</title><content type='html'>There's this couple that are in different states for the moment. They would like to renew their vows so they plan it in Florida. He flies to Florida first to get the party ready. He sends an e-mail to her a few days later. He doesn't know that he accidentally sent his e-mail to another woman. Her husband has just passed away, and she receives the email the same day. She was pretty terrified. When she opened it said:&lt;br /&gt;       "To My Dear Love, I'm over here now. I'm very happy right now. I can't wait until you get here, Actually we're all waiting now. We'll see you tomorrow. Your loving husband.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's hot over here."&lt;br /&gt;After she read this letter, she fainted, and still terrified about the letter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks he's in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8048329267399527028?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8048329267399527028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8048329267399527028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8048329267399527028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8048329267399527028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-story.html' title='Quick Story.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6189959944161231820</id><published>2009-03-23T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:00:47.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahhh.</title><content type='html'>"Everytime you wait for the perfect moment, your losing another day to do it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6189959944161231820?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6189959944161231820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6189959944161231820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6189959944161231820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6189959944161231820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/blahhh.html' title='Blahhh.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3690459158149660223</id><published>2009-03-17T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:40:13.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaackkk. yeah, been gone for a while, but now I'm back. School's the same, Life's still okay, and well guess what, I'm not into her anymore. I can actually stand someone liking her, but someone once said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The people who are meant to be together, find their way at the end."&lt;/span&gt; But I'm not thinking about that right now. So that past weekend, I've been watching One Tree Hill. Seriously. It's actually a good show. I like how there are alotta good quotes and morals in that show. If you wanna watch it, I suggest to start from the beginning, you'll find your way there. It just gets too confusing if you start somewhere else. I'm still on season 1and i've got 2 more cd's until season 2 starts! haha. Long time from now. Well, that's pretty much what I wanted to talk about. haaha. Your quote's up there. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-3690459158149660223?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3690459158149660223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=3690459158149660223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3690459158149660223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3690459158149660223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5783336010062523824</id><published>2009-03-11T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:56:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day.</title><content type='html'>So I guess, I'm gonna be doing quotes every time I blog now. I just want to, give you guys a heads up in life. Today's quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Never take life seriously, no gets out alive anyways."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5783336010062523824?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5783336010062523824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5783336010062523824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5783336010062523824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5783336010062523824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7767741124679769423</id><published>2009-03-09T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:11:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo...</title><content type='html'>Well, my life, is alright right now. Grades are raising up, girl i like is still who i like, and well life's great. I've been up and down the past couple weeks but then again, I can't do anything about it. Humanbeings right? I won't worry my life away anymore. And I'm trying to keep that. Toughest decision to make? Switching schools. I'm kinda interested in leaving WHS to go to Benicia High. Well? Anyone wanna try to convince me why I shouldn't? I wanna finish WHS but idk anymore. We'll see what happens in the next few months or so. Oh yeah, George Lucas is buying the Warriors! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7767741124679769423?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7767741124679769423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7767741124679769423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7767741124679769423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7767741124679769423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoo.html' title='Whoo...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5748930204378567462</id><published>2009-03-05T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:52:27.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Your Life.</title><content type='html'>Life, beautiful thing ain't it? I was talking to my cousin about how relationships come and go. And we act like we want to be in one, when it's cool livin' single, and livin' your life to the fullest. I mean, you could go out with your friends, and still have a good time. I don't know why it took me this long to realize that. But anyways, now I'm just relaxing and living my life. Maybe someday I'll be with someone, but right now, I don't mind. Just chill. And have fun. I mean, most of my friends/cousins, they're not in a relationship. So why should I be in one? You know, this one girl was right, we are only humans. You can't blame us for our actions througout the world. You react to something because you do. There's nothing that could happen but that. Any worries? Just relax. Talk to someone. Yeah you like someone, but you can't do anything about it, unless she likes you back. So just chill, and find yourself first, 'cause when you do, you'll know what to do, what to expect, and what you can control. Listen, Learn, and Live your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5748930204378567462?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5748930204378567462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5748930204378567462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5748930204378567462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5748930204378567462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-your-life.html' title='Live Your Life.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5054519991276824634</id><published>2009-03-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:42:01.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness?</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. You know this is going to. I honestly am saying sorry to you. I don't know what I did, even though you don't like me, you hate me, you despise me, I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I would say this to you personally, but you'd probably slap me silly. It's okay, I just want you to know that I truly am sorry. I'm fine not talking to you, I'm just saying sorry for not talking to you anymore, without an explanation. Yes, I read your blog, it sounds like it's to me, but hey I could be moded. I just don't get the little stalker thing, if you knew me like that, you should know that I don't do that. I would never do that to you. I don't mess with people, in that way. Maybe we could talk some time, but I doubt it. So anyways, that's all I wanted to say. Just wanted you to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5054519991276824634?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5054519991276824634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5054519991276824634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5054519991276824634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5054519991276824634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness?'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7453558061060092000</id><published>2009-02-27T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:20:57.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream...</title><content type='html'>First off, I'm sorry to all the people I've always or have been negative too. Yes that includes that girl. I'll explain why. Honestly, I'm scared. I don't know what's gonna happen in the future, if I become a hopeful, or a failure. I don't know if I'm going to have a family, or not. It's just all coming down on me right now, every single step. What am I going to do? I honestly don't know anymore. My parents keep pressuring me to get all A's, I just lost maybe the last chance I had with this girl, I'm losing my damn mind!  I don't know where to go, what's the right team, I want my own thing, so bad I'm gonna scream! Everything came down to her, I lost her that quick, and now I'm lost myself. Raising my head up high is not that easy to do. I'm confused, I don't know what to choose, I don't know what to dream anymore. I feel like I'm in a Virtual Insanity. It's like, if I don't get good grades, Game Over. If I don't get the girl, my mind loses control, Game Over. Life is hard. And I feel like there's nothing to do. Someone, or something, please, give me a sign that everything's gonna be alright, cause of right now, all I wanna do, is go someplace where I won't disturb the peace, I could live, someone could listen to my problems, and to just flat out Scream my damn lungs out 'til they burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7453558061060092000?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7453558061060092000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7453558061060092000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7453558061060092000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7453558061060092000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/scream.html' title='Scream...'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6211396880986995096</id><published>2009-02-23T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:56:47.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed.</title><content type='html'>Playeeeddd. Alright, so you guys remember on my last post, I said I found out something pretty bad. Well to me that is, I found out the girl I like, likes this guy I know. Kills huh? Haha. Well I'm getting over it and I'm kinda happy it didn't get too far or there'd be trouble. I shoulda grabbed the chance before he did. Makes me wanna go back in time and relive it then change it. You know this vacation made me think alot. I mean, I had alot on my mind and now I finally got some stuff down. Moving Schools? Idk. What about the girl? Everything's finished. Live on life and try to survive, nothing else to do then that. I thought it would go somewhere, apparently it didn't. Oh yeah, I moved now, so you could find my house somewhere out in Vallejo. I don't know if I'm going to move schools yet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;someone convince me that I shouldn't. Please. &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, you guys should listen to David Archuleta and Blake Lewis, some pretty thoughtful songs. I hate that I love you, I love that I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6211396880986995096?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6211396880986995096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6211396880986995096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6211396880986995096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6211396880986995096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/crushed.html' title='Crushed.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-4178215138038592964</id><published>2009-02-23T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:01:55.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving schools? Say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.acepolls.com/votes" method="post"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px 0; border: 1px solid #65C3E0; background-color: #E7F6F8; width: 250px;"&gt;&lt;input name="vote[poll_id]" type="hidden" value="845289"&gt;&lt;p style="color: #FA6B3E; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should Aaron move schools, or not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: none; padding-left: 0; margin: 0; padding-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="vote[choice_id]" id="4909076" value="4909076"&gt;&lt;label for="4909076" style="color: #3A555C;"&gt;Yes, you live there now, you should move.&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="vote[choice_id]" id="4909077" value="4909077"&gt;&lt;label for="4909077" style="color: #3A555C;"&gt;No, stay here, it ain't good over there.&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input value="Vote!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #3A555C;" href="http://www.acepolls.com/polls/845289-should-aaron-move-schools-or-not/results"&gt;View Results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="color: #3A555C;" href="http://www.acepolls.com/create"&gt;Create a Blog Poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-4178215138038592964?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4178215138038592964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=4178215138038592964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4178215138038592964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4178215138038592964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-schools-say-what.html' title='Moving schools? Say what?'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2937300167107073943</id><published>2009-02-22T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:17:52.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Week.</title><content type='html'>You know it took me like an hour before i actually started this. I opened up the new post and took another hour to start bloggin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President's week, basically over now. What i did? Move, Move, Move, Move. Tuesday went up to the new house with a lot of our furniture. Had like 4 mexicans in the back of our U-Haul Truck to help us unload. No offense. Went to Wal-Mart with my cousin, and believe me, that shit is big. The next, day moved some more stuff, watched High School Musical 3 with the fam. Went to Wal-Mart again at like 11 at night. It was pretty fun, I know RIIIGGHT? hahaa. Inside Joke. Friday, went out with my friends to Japan town. It was alright, nothing really. Then went to Metreon(sp) and played at the arcade there. Then was pretty lonely when goin' home, Idk, something went wrong with me, and i really didn't wanna talk. Had like 4 parties on saturday, niece's baptism, niece's bday, then cousin's bday, we didn't even bowl btw, then back at my house to chill. Oh yeah, my cousin, who normally doesn't play video games, was really into GTA4. I think to mess around with all the cars and stuff. Aha. once we got home, he went straight there, and he's like 25? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Went back to Daly City at like 1130, and opened up the laptop. Finally, some internet. Felt pretty down, after something I saw, I don't know what can i say. I got played dude. nothing more than that. Talked to Colleen about it and she said to keep my head up, well you know what, I don't know anymore. I can't keep it that high anymore. Someone took something from me, before I could grab it. And I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2937300167107073943?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2937300167107073943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2937300167107073943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2937300167107073943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2937300167107073943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidents-week.html' title='President&apos;s Week.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6059337736925031116</id><published>2009-02-16T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:38:41.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-Star Weekend/Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>All Star Weekend! Hella Fun ass weekend. Right before break too. Friday night, watched the Rookie game with cousins, and my auntie came from Philippines. Kevin Durant is Raw! 46 points. New f'n record. Then All Star Saturday Night/Valentine's Day. Went to Joe's house to watch it, and Joyce and Maryanne were there. I lost the HORSE bet to Joseph, Johnson lost before Mayo. =P Oh Well. Just a small drink. We then went to play basketball at FRS. Dylan and Javin met up with us. Played a quick 3 on 3 then rain started fallin' on us. I had no jacket 'cause Maryanne had to use mine -_- but it's fine. That could be her Valentine gift persay. At least i didn't get sick. Watched everything else well some parts, until we went back to play ball in the dark again. The girls then left, then we played a quick 3 on 3 again. Went back to Joe's house and watched the rest of the show. Krypto-NATE! Wooooo. Hella RAW. Dwight Howard met his Lex Luther.  Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up hella early on Sunday. Went to clean the floors at the new house in Vallejo. Did nothin' really. Family members came by, but we had nothing. No seats, No chairs, No tables, Just a counter. Hella eating with paper plates, plastic forks, and take out food. Hella Ghetto. Playing with a little bouncy ball in the house. Ahah. My room's pretty nice. First time i've seen the actually house too. Watched the All Star Game at my cousin's house, Kobe and Shaq back together again! hahaha. Shaq-deisles probably last All star game. Shaq-a-wockiee dancin' like crazy. Sick ass weekend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SZojIRdMYTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/o8TucDXB-hk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SZojIRdMYTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/o8TucDXB-hk/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303590136213954866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6059337736925031116?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6059337736925031116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6059337736925031116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6059337736925031116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6059337736925031116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-star-weekendvalentines-day.html' title='All-Star Weekend/Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SZojIRdMYTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/o8TucDXB-hk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2002970431312611221</id><published>2009-02-10T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:29:14.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 7-10</title><content type='html'>Warriors Win! Well, througout the weekend. Aha. Starting with saturday. Maryanne texted me pretty early to go out and hang out at derek's house. didn't know that we were gonna end up playing basketball though. Great game, only scored 3 and we lost. But tons of assists. I'm a point guard without handles XD We walked all the way to Derek's house to get even colder. Cause we were playing with water, hung out at his garage. Went to Ranch. Hung out then Joseph and I waited for the bus with Joyce and Maryanne. Next day, Warriors win! Oh yeah, vs. Utah. Woot Woot. haha. basic highlight of that day. Monday, my cousin's bday. It was pretty fun that day. Talked about alot, and all my older cousins were like Oooh Aaron gotta date on V-day -_- haha. but it's fine. Watched Austin Powers then went home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SZJwKBJOfZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZFAmnuxbN2I/s1600-h/l_6e8d8e6a2263410da3b95fc29974564d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SZJwKBJOfZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZFAmnuxbN2I/s320/l_6e8d8e6a2263410da3b95fc29974564d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301423028776631698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1st: talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;2: Soccer. Pretty damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;3: Hella funny. Ms. V makes fun of everyone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;4: boredom.&lt;br /&gt;lunch: hung out with Maryanne for a while and went to the bball courts.&lt;br /&gt;5: some lab.&lt;br /&gt;6: just homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterschool, hung out with maryanne, joyce, joseph and them. played basketball at whs, then frs. had a good game til i got hurt. ahaa. Ended up with someone mad at someone. And Maryanne and I eating out at subway. Her first subway. Wow. right -_- Well  a memorable day today, I took her to her first subway. =D haha.&lt;br /&gt;ASDJFKLDFS;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2002970431312611221?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2002970431312611221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2002970431312611221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2002970431312611221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2002970431312611221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-7-10.html' title='February 7-10'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SZJwKBJOfZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZFAmnuxbN2I/s72-c/l_6e8d8e6a2263410da3b95fc29974564d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2548516616946774469</id><published>2009-02-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:38:34.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New House. Movin' Day(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SY_BUXHb3JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6ZFV1s4l-gk/s1600-h/new+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SY_BUXHb3JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6ZFV1s4l-gk/s320/new+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300667841985109138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got the house. Far far away in Vallejo. Near cousins, but far away from friends. Good thing is I'm gonna finish school at Westmoor so don't worry bout it. Here's the house:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2548516616946774469?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2548516616946774469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2548516616946774469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2548516616946774469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2548516616946774469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-house-movin-days.html' title='New House. Movin&apos; Day(s)'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SY_BUXHb3JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6ZFV1s4l-gk/s72-c/new+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-4489382929187630539</id><published>2009-02-03T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:39:02.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This what you gotta do if we bet ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYj_s4W0VMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yzcNNfjJ0T0/s1600-h/anim_43270f81-d121-8574-b998-fd77057de9e5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYj_s4W0VMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yzcNNfjJ0T0/s320/anim_43270f81-d121-8574-b998-fd77057de9e5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298766108108805314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Maryanne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-4489382929187630539?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4489382929187630539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=4489382929187630539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4489382929187630539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/4489382929187630539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-what-you-gotta-do-if-we-bet-d.html' title='This what you gotta do if we bet ;D'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYj_s4W0VMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yzcNNfjJ0T0/s72-c/anim_43270f81-d121-8574-b998-fd77057de9e5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5721907251791608219</id><published>2009-02-02T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:49:03.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bets; Did We Get The House?</title><content type='html'>Alrite, so last Friday, my cousins and I went to Red Robbin for dinner. We were having a great conversation, something like 'What if shows like Full House, Fresh Prince, Family Matters, or George Lopez, were made into Filipino shows?' Think about it. And we made a little bet, she said $50 says I have to cut class at least once, I said I won't. So If I do cut class, I lose $50. If I don't i win. But this goes on until I graduate. Aha. Who's gonna win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Maryanne and I made a bet also. She said we won't talk at school in 7 schooldays. And I say that we will. The loser has to make a fansign for the winner. Who's gonna win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, my dad said we're close to getting the house 99.9% ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(101, 195, 224); width: 250px; background-color: rgb(231, 246, 248); color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(250, 107, 62) ! important;"&gt;Who's makin' the Fansign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;" href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/835775-whos-makin-the-fansign/835775/0/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acepolls.com/pollimages/radio.gif" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron: We're gonna talk at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;" href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/835775-whos-makin-the-fansign/835775/1/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acepolls.com/pollimages/radio.gif" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maryanne: We're not gonna talk in the next 7 school days XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/835775-whos-makin-the-fansign/835775/" style="color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;"&gt;(View Results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/create" style="color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;"&gt;Create a MySpace Poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(101, 195, 224); width: 250px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(250, 107, 62) ! important;"&gt;Who's gonna win $50 bucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;" href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/835773-whos-gonna-win-50-bucks/835773/0/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acepolls.com/pollimages/radio.gif" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron: I'm not goin' to cut class at all from here to grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;" href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/835773-whos-gonna-win-50-bucks/835773/1/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acepolls.com/pollimages/radio.gif" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rose: You're goin' to have to cut class at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollmyspace.com/vote/835773-whos-gonna-win-50-bucks/835773/" style="color: rgb(58, 85, 92) ! important;"&gt;(View Results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5721907251791608219?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5721907251791608219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5721907251791608219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5721907251791608219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5721907251791608219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/bets-did-we-get-house.html' title='The Bets; Did We Get The House?'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3068952671929535986</id><published>2009-02-02T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:14:11.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Warrior" Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYeaUvN9dKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1SgbddGszFs/s1600-h/jazzbots.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYeaUvN9dKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1SgbddGszFs/s320/jazzbots.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298373167687759010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYeaOQPe3oI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nVjLT8Ivozk/s1600-h/freedarko_almanac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Pictures.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYeaUvN9dKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1SgbddGszFs/s72-c/jazzbots.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3891125809779084334</id><published>2009-01-29T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:06:55.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, We Suck.</title><content type='html'>My Warriors, as of right now, 14-32. Damn damn damn damn. I knew we were gonna have a bad season when Baron left and Monta was suspended. Hopefully we get a good pick in the draft, cause all i'm thinkin' about right now is next season. Monta doesn't know what happened neither.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYKK1AGC5CI/AAAAAAAAADg/UbXHZNwlUNk/s1600-h/sp-warriors10_ph_0498269591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYKK1AGC5CI/AAAAAAAAADg/UbXHZNwlUNk/s320/sp-warriors10_ph_0498269591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296948754904179746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-3891125809779084334?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3891125809779084334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=3891125809779084334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3891125809779084334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3891125809779084334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-we-suck.html' title='Damn, We Suck.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SYKK1AGC5CI/AAAAAAAAADg/UbXHZNwlUNk/s72-c/sp-warriors10_ph_0498269591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7309976238496039061</id><published>2009-01-16T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:31:10.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 16, 2009.</title><content type='html'>School was alrite today. I was wonderin' if I should've gone to the movies or not. I did go of course, cause I wasn't going to spend my Friday night at home. No Way. I needed to go out. So here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Finished up Gandhi, sad at the end.&lt;br /&gt;2: Free Swim.&lt;br /&gt;3: Spanish Test. Did, OK.&lt;br /&gt;4: Just Work.&lt;br /&gt;5: Listening to Ipod, While doin' some work.&lt;br /&gt;6: Quiz, Paper, Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool: I went outside to see who's out, and Joseph's there with Joyce and we start headin' out to the front of the school. We then waited for Young, Maryanne, Ian, and some other people. Walked to the soccer field and waited for like 40 minutes for some people. Joseph and Joyce went ahead of us and they were gonna watch My Bloody Valentine. I was waiting with Young and Maryanne, for the bus, and for Duane and Dennis. Talked a lot, and I got to be the book holder boy. =P Then we went on the bus, bought our tickets, waited for Ian, watched the movie, and went home. Mall Cop was a pretty good movie. I liked it and, I could consider watching it again. Hella cops at the theater, guess they were ready to watch Mall cop. alrightty I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7309976238496039061?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7309976238496039061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7309976238496039061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7309976238496039061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7309976238496039061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-16-2009.html' title='January 16, 2009.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7128595742332813474</id><published>2008-11-30T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:55:16.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Happy Late Thanksgiving Everyone! Great Weekend. First off, Last Day of school. After class, went outside to see everyone. Talking to Deepak about the whole, Sugar thing. And how it was so stupid. Aha. I didn't get it at first but then he told me. Saw Jenn with flowers/roses, and asked who it's from, and she gave me that "you know" look. Jacky stepped in and said You gave it to her Aaron. What? aha. Jenn goes yeah! thanks Aaron, you're special. Next thing you know Deepak goes on with the nametag thing again. Gave Jenn a hug and out with the boys. Walking to In-n-Out was gay. Especially in the rain. But it was fun. I slipped down on the sidewalk since it was wet. In-n-out was packed, as usual. Javin shocked me. Orderin' fcukin' 3 french fries. Crazy Good. Went to Joe's house and played some 360. Left around 5 and it was dark as fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving. Well my cousin's were in town from LA and they spent Thanksgiving with us. So when we were gettin' ready to pray, my uncle was saying "Okay, so today I want to have everyone around the table say thank you to something." Everyone else Cut him off. Saying BOOO we did this last year! haha. It was pretty funny. Got new shoes and some cash from my auntie. Early Christmas Present. haha. Well Happy Thanksgiving Guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7128595742332813474?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7128595742332813474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7128595742332813474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7128595742332813474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7128595742332813474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1882390621767611859</id><published>2008-11-22T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:28:17.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Lessons I've Learned.</title><content type='html'>If you have the opportunity to do something, you should do it right then and there. You shouldn't wait for the opportunity to pass you again. The first chance you get you should take. I've learned to take everything that helps me become a better person into my life. I don't miss that opportunity, that chance. Because if you let that chance slip by, it'll hurt you one way, or another. I don't regret the things I've done, I regret the things I didn't do when I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. English class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1882390621767611859?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1882390621767611859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1882390621767611859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1882390621767611859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1882390621767611859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/important-lessons-ive-learned.html' title='Important Lessons I&apos;ve Learned.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-810857591086794470</id><published>2008-11-22T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:24:34.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FreeWrite.</title><content type='html'>Home, sitting here, watching basketball all day. Watching Dwight Howard only get 12 points. Say What? Listening to the Knicks pullin' off trades to the Clippers and Warriors. Bringin' Jamal Crawford to GSWarriors. Makin' me wish that one day I'll be in ATL givin' out stats and talkin basketball all day. Aha. I'd Love that to happen. You could see my name right there with other analysists. Oh yeah, here's what I'll put today. I wrote this during English class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write about. That's basically it. There are a lot of things on my mind. I don't know what to choose. There's this girl I like, and we're just staying friends. Well close friends. But I want to be more than that. Everytime I see her, I just try to pass her by so she might notice me. I think as my life as a movie. For some reason. I say the right things at the right times to make someone happy. I might be funny about something. I try to make the girl fall for me. I play a typical 15 year old boy livin' life in High School, trying to find away through it. She makes things 50% complicated, but yet 50% is happiness. It's like a puzzle, and I'm trying to figure out what the missing pieces are. Hopefully, I'm the missing piece in her puzzle. Even though she might like someone else, I can't help the fact that she might like me. Might = Keyword. And I know a lot of guys that like her, but then I'm just wishing she chooses me. It would be great to wish them to be with you, but that's not how it goes. I'm playing the game right now, and I know the rules. But I'm sure not winning. Maybe in the future, we'll be together. But Whatever happens, Happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-810857591086794470?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/810857591086794470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=810857591086794470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/810857591086794470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/810857591086794470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/freewrite.html' title='FreeWrite.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5475228916823778549</id><published>2008-11-12T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:22:15.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SRvHLNgTRgI/AAAAAAAAADA/PNiwk50Mn4U/s1600-h/mjordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268023184557557250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SRvHLNgTRgI/AAAAAAAAADA/PNiwk50Mn4U/s320/mjordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Seconds on the clock. Game on the line. The Ball is in the hands of the Best Player. Down 1 point. 5 seconds left. And what happens? ...... Your At home Screaming because your team just missed the last shot of the game! -_- Pressure. Everyone has to go through it. Crazy right? Yeah. Wonder how players feel when they have the game in their hands? It's what everyone loves. or hates. Your heart pounding, palms all sweaty, nervous inside. It's either a Heart Lifter, or a HeartBreaker. But that's what builds maturity into a person. I mean, who hasn't gone up to present in front of the class? People all staring at you, thinkin' about what you look like. A great way to stop the pressure, relax! Just because you have everyone's on your shoulders for 5 minutes or 5 seconds, doesn't mean you have to break out and lose it. Relax, and take it slow. You don't have to rush. Well actually you do when their's 5 seconds left but pretend everything's in slow motion. You're the clock and you control time. Just think of it that way.  And I dislike how you have to be their for someone 24/7 when you can't. I mean its cool to talk to people for like the whole day but everysingleday is pretty hard. We're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ordinary People&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for Sake. Calm Down. I like talking to people about problems and stuff but sometimes the guy who has to do everything needs a break. I'd like to be the bestfriend if I don't like you. But I'd like to be the Boyfriend if I can't be the bestfriend. Things will work out, but at the end everything goes wrong to me. You know what I mean. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you like that person, go for it. If you don't, you'll regret the thing you didn't do, when you had the chance. Under Pressure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone goes through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Know The Guy In The Picture Has.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-5475228916823778549?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5475228916823778549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5475228916823778549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5475228916823778549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5475228916823778549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SRvHLNgTRgI/AAAAAAAAADA/PNiwk50Mn4U/s72-c/mjordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6953762126425595244</id><published>2008-11-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:25:54.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Band, Rocks.</title><content type='html'>So basically, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock Band 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is so Fcuking Awesome. Ahahahaha. Yeah. I like singing. This is like better than kareoke. hahaha. Okay, so I'm out here in Benicia hangin' out with the cousins and we're just playing Rock Band 2. My favorite song there, Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. Sick Ass Song. We just got back from the house up at Vallejo. Yup, we just made an offer, and we're waiting on the realtor. If its a yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm moving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Crazy huh? 15 long years in Daly City, and I never wanted to move away from D.C. of S.F. but now, I'm just 1 word away from going to Vallejo. Wow. There's a big surprise though for all you guys. Just gotta wait ;D &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Never thought I'd see the day where I would live across the bridge. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livin' On A Prayer.&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/3041939270911411002-6953762126425595244?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6953762126425595244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6953762126425595244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6953762126425595244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6953762126425595244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-band-rocks.html' title='Rock Band, Rocks.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8180013481023320296</id><published>2008-10-09T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:28:29.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day of Sophomore Year. =/</title><content type='html'>Yeah, read the damn title. First off, I hate block schedule. I can't take 1 hour and 20 minutes in one class! Well maybe p.e. but then there are people there that kill it. -_- This day sucked. First off in p.e. I knew who he was gonna give the flowers too. Sucks ain't it? Then, volleyball. Killed the streak. I hella wanted to win. Now I have a bad temper since we lost. We didn't even win a single game today. Sad. And I'm thinkin' that people cheat when we play. Even one of their teammates told me she didn't know what's goin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then geometry came along. Almost an hour and a half doing nothing. I actually did good on the test. Well when we got it back. At the end of class, I played chess with Deepak's Bestfriend.. I seriously didn't try. I still won. Lunch. I need to start practicing basketball again. I'm really losing my shot. I only made one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my last class was the best one. Listening to my ipod while we do work. And everyone's hella loud and shit. Crazy. At the end of class, our sub. teacher battled Reginelle in dancing. All I gotta say is, WOW. He can dance. Breakdancin' that is. He's hella good. Reginelle then tried to do what he did but couldn't. So he messed with the teacher with his turfing moves. Sick ass class though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a bunch of people in the quads and everything went out okay. Went home to pick up my brother and came back to play ball. I did a bit better. Then we went to Subway for lunch. Walking back home made me think about a lot of things. I know I'm moving and all, but I have the choice to either stay at Westmoor, or leave and go to a school near my new house. I'm liking the idea of moving schools even though people tell me to stay. I have nothing here anymore. I mean who am I leaving? What, 3 true friends? One crush and other ballers? Its whatever now. I just needa pass this year with at least 4 A's. There's Nothing Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush- David Archuleta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8180013481023320296?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8180013481023320296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8180013481023320296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8180013481023320296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8180013481023320296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-day-of-sophomore-year.html' title='Worst Day of Sophomore Year. =/'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-278320888241444648</id><published>2008-10-04T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:02:13.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting; New Fam Member.</title><content type='html'>Looking for a house is really, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hard. So today, we went to Bay Point/Pittsburg to look for some houses. Nice houses btw. They were so clean. And cheap for a house too. We found a beautiful house with 4 rooms. Yes, I could finally, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, get my own room. The living room was sweet, and I love those fireplaces that you could turn on with a flick of a switch. Those are pretty cool. Stupid of me, I know, but they're still cool. I can't wait to move. I know I'm gonna leave a lot behind but I think it'd be best for me. When we got home, I bought finally bought a pair of VANS. Yes my first pair. Aha. Red ones. The clean ones. I just want them cause they could match with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS ATE JOY AND KUYA RICH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Welcome to the fam, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CASEY JANELLE.&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;CONGRATS!&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/3041939270911411002-278320888241444648?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/278320888241444648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=278320888241444648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/278320888241444648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/278320888241444648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-hunting-new-fam-member.html' title='House Hunting; New Fam Member.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-5016931493286192053</id><published>2008-09-28T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:18:33.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop Believing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INCREDIBLE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My first concert was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;utiful. Journey rocked on last night. Everybody was hyped up into the music. The day started off really sweeet. I could've gone to the Holy Angel's Festival, but I had hella other things to do. I went to the cemetery first so that I could see my grandma. Haven't gone there in a while. The people who cut the grass in the cemetery really don't have any respect. They leave the dead grass weeds right on top of the graves. Disgraceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SN88TB_hQvI/AAAAAAAAACg/trjbmoq_NwQ/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250981988187325170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SN88TB_hQvI/AAAAAAAAACg/trjbmoq_NwQ/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concert time, hella crowded. Went there around 6. Looked for a good seat and got it. People were Somking weed each place I turned my head. Aha Funny I didn't know how it smelled. But now I do. Garlic Fries are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Tasty good. Night became to fall and music started to play. The opening act was Cheap Trick. In case you guys don't know them, they're the band that sings "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That 70's Show's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" theme song. Yeah. I never knew that. After that was Heart. The group that sings Barracuda, in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guitar Hero III&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Heart started to finish their act, a guy passed out right down the stairs. People started to crowd around him. My dad is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I really believe him this time. He told me to get his gloves, and he helped the man up. He didn't stand up though, but my dad knew what to do. Stopped the bleeding, Splashed some water in his face, and called security. After that, Journey was about to start, and the Guards on the second section saw my dad and let us in. We sat pretty close. There was probably a 24 year old guard who told us to leave, but my dad bribed him with a $20. Hey, it worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250983195652742466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SN89ZUJtXUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2gpo2G-4DmM/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Journey was rockin'. I couldn't believe my ears. I was going deaf. I love there music. You guys should start listening to old school music. Its pretty much the best against the new crappy types of music. Most songs still have the emotional type of beats, but not all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old school's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the new, well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And there's nothing that could take that away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't Stop, Believin'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3041939270911411002-5016931493286192053?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5016931493286192053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=5016931493286192053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5016931493286192053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/5016931493286192053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-stop-believing.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Believing.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SN88TB_hQvI/AAAAAAAAACg/trjbmoq_NwQ/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-124258084713882236</id><published>2008-09-21T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:19:29.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday &amp; Saturday. Fun Ass Days.</title><content type='html'>So I told you guys about Thursday, now check out the beginning of the weekend. Friday was fun too. I mean without the whole school and stuff, everything else&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SNarDvDcq6I/AAAAAAAAACA/OyC_c9lpZF8/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248570496405777314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SNarDvDcq6I/AAAAAAAAACA/OyC_c9lpZF8/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after school was fun. Hanging out with my friends meant alot to me that day. Playing basketball all day, taking pics of alotta things, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;learning how to cheer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (well not me but you get the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started Friday afterschool pretty well. Had to go home first to pick up the batteries for my camera, and pick my basketball up. I actually didn't play that much. I really just hung out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer and Jamie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. While Jamie's teaching Jennifer how to chee&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SNasHN5tXBI/AAAAAAAAACY/NU_eGNbNcI0/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248571655737662482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SNasHN5tXBI/AAAAAAAAACY/NU_eGNbNcI0/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r. A few minutes before that, we were just playing around, watching swimmers swim (Duh) taking pics and vids. Jennifer really wanted me to give her a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIGGY BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(again) and wanted a pic with me. So I did take one with her. Aha. While Jamie tried to teach Jenn how to cheer, Joseph and Duane was kinda learning too. And Duane kinda freaked out Jamie in one of the videos. The rest of the time before that, was just haning out with Jennifer. Aha, I had to hug her while bring her stuff to the other side of the court. It was worth the wild that day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was pretty fun too. I couldn't sleep that day so I uploaded the vids like at 5 in the morning. We left around 4 to go to Vallejo. The whole time there was either playing games, or taking stupid pics and vids. My nieces w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SNarMV-oC7I/AAAAAAAAACI/fsoiwzwvVXw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248570644293487538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SNarMV-oC7I/AAAAAAAAACI/fsoiwzwvVXw/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ere so cute today. They just took one picture. Sad. I'm still trying to fix the vids up because for some reason it's not uploading. Doin' a little football at like 9 at night was fun too. And Chris tellin' us a story that Jordan showed my Kuya James crap in his underwear. AHA. Yeah we're a weird family. But I love 'em. And Jordan chasing me around cause I like Bush and something else I forgot. OH! and I found the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Power Rangers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Movie Tape! WOOT. ahahaha. I didn't get to watch it though cause I had to go. Going Home, I plugged my Ipod to the Stero in the car. And I kept listening to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hardest Thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Great Songs. You Should Listen to 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Youtube Account Is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TheBay23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The Vids from Friday are up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check It Out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/3041939270911411002-124258084713882236?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/124258084713882236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=124258084713882236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/124258084713882236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/124258084713882236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-saturday-fun-ass-days.html' title='Friday &amp; Saturday. Fun Ass Days.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SNarDvDcq6I/AAAAAAAAACA/OyC_c9lpZF8/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2435457689922516523</id><published>2008-09-18T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:14:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Sophomore Day.... So Far.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. I just got home from playing Basketball all day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Let me tell ya'll 'bout school first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - History. Pretty exciting. Ms. Mcgraw kept lecturing but it was pretty interesting stuff. Then went to my locker with Joe.&lt;br /&gt;2nd - PE. It was alright. Circuit training without Mr. Matelli's help. 45 seconds is a pretty long time. Then dropped Jennifer off to her class and asked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people for a dollar. Turns out, no one had one -_-&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Spanish. Man, I didn't know Ms. V's tests were hard. Hella people got below 65. Me? You don't wanna know. Oh and I found $1 from Alex.&lt;br /&gt;4th - Geo. I hate geometry. This class is so boring. Just work to do.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Basketball all day. You should know that. Only 1 point though! Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;5th - Bio. It was okay. Nothing special. Gots some reports to do over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;6th - English - Funny. I always listen to my ipod. Aha. Helped Kimi with her work and got a new &lt;strong&gt;PEN&lt;/strong&gt;. Then we went out and took a Picture. -_- What the hell do we need a pic for? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school - Went out hella early to pick up my brother. Took a while to find him. Walked back home and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deniel, Angela, Jennifer, and Cameron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I think) was calling me but I really didn't want to go. Next thing you know I actually went to go Taco Bell to get food for my brother. Saw hella people there so we went to play Basketball at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When we passed by the bus stop, Deniel and them saw us and decided to go with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played ball for a long time. One of my best games this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Scored 4 points but they were all perfect. My Team &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCKING OWNED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. During the game, Angela and Jennifer tried to figure out the names. They got it pretty well. We won 16-9. Good Game. Everyone started to somewhat leave, well just Deniel and Angela, and Mario and Jennifer. WE then played Knock Out and I won the last game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex came and they started to take my freakin' Quesidilla. It became harder for me too because I gave Jennifer a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PIGGY BACK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Aha. It was fun though. Fun Ass &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Ya Guys!&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/3041939270911411002-2435457689922516523?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2435457689922516523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2435457689922516523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2435457689922516523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2435457689922516523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-sophomore-day-so-far.html' title='Best Sophomore Day.... So Far.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-7986316006427583589</id><published>2008-09-14T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:31:06.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chris!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ehh. Yeah you could say that. Weekend was pretty boring. Nothing really fun happened like every other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the weekend off, my parents found a really (and I mean really,) nice house. Far, far away. Over there in Hayward. Hella Far. So we were suppose to wake up at like 7 on Saturday to go over there and check the house out, but&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SM3dOvgF7DI/AAAAAAAAABk/wfgLQnmPpTQ/s1600-h/40360583_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246092386295475250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SM3dOvgF7DI/AAAAAAAAABk/wfgLQnmPpTQ/s320/40360583_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mom didn't wanna rush to go work, so she decided not to go see the house. So it was just my dad, my brother, my grandma, my aunt, and me. We left around 1 and it was a pretty long drive. Drove across the San Mateo Bridge. You know the long ass bridge that's like hella close to the water. Yeah that one. Long ride but the weather was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;utiful. When we got there, there was a construction worker fixing the side road into the backyard. He told us the owner of the house was just coming in with a bunch of plastic bags. His face is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEFORMED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He looked hella ugly. His ear was like sliding off his face and his mouth was hella big. And I didn't even see his other ear because his long ass hair was hiding it. It was like he was in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIBERNATION FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Aha. The house was hella nice though. One level house, and there was a long hallway where all the rooms were. Backyard was nice too. Everything was new, it was built in 2005, so it was only 3 years old. We just didn't like the neighborhood. Seems like a bad neighborhood. Alotta crooks and stuff. And an apartment right in front of the house. Loved the House. Not the Surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring day too. Stay home do nothing type of day. When I woke up, I decided to use the laptop hella early. First thing I notice was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aaron, you broke my heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what to say about that. Kinda bad start for the day. Just because I'm moving doesn't mean we're not suppose to talk. People have long distant relationships/friendships right? There's no reason for that not to happen. I'm not even moving yet and she's making a big fuss how we might never hang out. Well the only thing here is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't moved yet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So hanging out is still an option. It's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matter of When And Where. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SM3d6auIbnI/AAAAAAAAABs/pZROBzvDROs/s1600-h/m_a772b7df8e4da94af4f95e12dc84db47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246093136631459442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SM3d6auIbnI/AAAAAAAAABs/pZROBzvDROs/s320/m_a772b7df8e4da94af4f95e12dc84db47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Chris! Can't believe it. You're growing up now! Aha. Stay chill lil' cousin. Sorry I'm gonna miss your party. Got the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Concert goin' on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Stop Believin'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-7986316006427583589?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7986316006427583589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=7986316006427583589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7986316006427583589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/7986316006427583589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/09/stay-home-weekends.html' title='Happy Birthday Chris!'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SM3dOvgF7DI/AAAAAAAAABk/wfgLQnmPpTQ/s72-c/40360583_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2851498640435166453</id><published>2008-08-31T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:43:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower, Movies, Golf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SLxTFypOZLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y5ZfIOpBbvg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241155425311548594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SLxTFypOZLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y5ZfIOpBbvg/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woot Woot! Baby shower again for the second week in a row. Last week it was my cousin's baby shower, and now it's my Auntie's. First off The baby shower was hella fun. Hella people I don't know but whatever. Taking pics like everywhere. Playing basketball (again) games and jumping in the Jumper. Great time bonding with my cousins too. It was I think 9-10 where me and 4 of my cousins were talking about hella isht. Found out hella. It was hella fun too hanging out with my cousin, Kuya Daniel. Didn't really hang out with him. He's one of the cool kids on the block. Taught me some good things too. I should get at least a 3.8 for the next 2 years. Just to get into a hella good school. Might buy shoes off him too. But he's gonna go to San Diego in a bit. Sad. We were hella reminiscing about isht. Aha. And we were hella crackin' about how we remembered how hella of us used to be "fat." Aha. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sleeping over it was so fcuking &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SLxTvZi9v4I/AAAAAAAAABM/NISDd4UNx68/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241156140128911234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SLxTvZi9v4I/AAAAAAAAABM/NISDd4UNx68/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hot. That's good I wear shorts when We slept over. I didn't know thought that we were gonna go golfing. Well not really golfing, but the driving range. And I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER GOLF'D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; before. It was cool though cause I got Golf Genes from my Dad. He WAS really good, but hasn't played since. I hit pretty far. Check out my pics. I suck though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie time! Hella funny movie we watched. It was a chick flick haha. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;House Bunny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," is hella funny! You have to watch it. Hella sexy too. ;D Went back to my uncle's house. My cousin, Rica, is a really good driver. It's funny how she drives too. Okay. Thanks for the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3041939270911411002-2851498640435166453?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2851498640435166453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2851498640435166453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2851498640435166453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2851498640435166453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-shower-movies-golf.html' title='Baby Shower, Movies, Golf.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SLxTFypOZLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y5ZfIOpBbvg/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-821305472083245464</id><published>2008-08-23T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:32:04.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate Joy's Baby Shower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SLNcxH3vGuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8LdeAXbVAgc/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238632790558186210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SLNcxH3vGuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8LdeAXbVAgc/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How should I start this? Ate Joy's baby shower. How Fun! Aha. My cousins Christian and Margaret are right here with me to help start my blog. So Ate Joy's having another baby. She already has 2 kids. Cameron and Camille(Picture). Today was hella fun. Camille started to call me &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;BIG FOOT.&lt;/span&gt; Well I am a size 9 1/2. You call that big? Idk. Some people here that I don't know. (Miggy's singing right here in front of me -_-) There's like a group of 4 girls I don't know. And yeah. Kareoke was first on my list. Aha. Sung like 2 songs. And kept looking for one song I wanted. Nothing There. Jordan and Mick started playing MGS 4 and then we played basketball at the park. We played a pretty long game. It was fun though cause Choy and Jordan kept on missing, and we'd bet who would make one before the other. We made a video and it's on Youtube. Check &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"7 Shots To 3."&lt;/span&gt; Funny &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt; Went back inside and the fam were playing games about the baby. Uploaded the video then started playing Soul Calibur 4. I suck. After we played some games, everyone went into the loft and started to take pics. Now we're just chillin' here in front of the computer while they're singing some songs I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Syanara! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-821305472083245464?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/821305472083245464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=821305472083245464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/821305472083245464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/821305472083245464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/ate-joys-baby-shower.html' title='Ate Joy&apos;s Baby Shower.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SLNcxH3vGuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8LdeAXbVAgc/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-3503192901245474609</id><published>2008-08-22T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:10:21.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Today.</title><content type='html'>Oh man, today was so horribly cool in a way. Here's how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waking up early! Took a shower then ate breakfast then walked to school. I thought I was gonna be late too because it was like 4 after 8. But I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History class was first. -_- wow what a way to start school off. Uhmm, OH! I was humming an N'sync song "This I Promise You," and all of a sudden, my friend in front of me was like singing the song. And I don't even know the words but, This I promise you. I was laughing like crazy! "Mark, You know that song?!" ahahaahaha. He says it's an old song that he used to listen to. Never knew that about him. Then, we just had our skit about how history effects other classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. was next. Played a pretty good game of basketball with Deniel, Edward, Deepak, Jeric, Jordan, Ian (Eee Yan?), and some dude I don't know. Edward was doggin' on everyone! hahahaha. He was gettin' rebounds, runnin' over people, scored on everyone. Crazy! ahaha. I hit some pretty nice shots too, and hit some no look passes, to who? Edward. ahaha. And for some reason I kept hearing someone calling my name. Idk who but yeah. After that, I caught up to Jennifer to drop her off to her next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espanol! Yeah, no I'm not gonna speak in spanish in this part. Basically we turned in our maps, and had a practice test. I need to study. Then we went to the library to pick up our books. Basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geo. Ahh geo. I really don't get how to draw this stuff. But I did it anyways. Aha. Alotta people actually didn't get it. Deepak actually didn't draw anything on his paper! hahaha. And I still can't believe Brian Ho finished it before I did. -_- I think the girl in front of her, Melissa?, and the guy next to him, (Max?) were asking for help. Sad. At least it's not hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch wasn't fun at all today. Basketball was like just messin' around. Dylan told me who really can't trust anyone but me in ball right now. Well it's true. Alotta my friends who play ball don't really play alot. They're just posers basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio. Young said the girl behind me is cute. Idk. She's alrite Young. We just turned in our hw, and took notes. Oh and we had this thing where we were suppose to check who has which question in the class. Like a survey. No one had their tonsels taken out. So no one won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. Aha. I think this was the only other class that I had fun in besides P.E. First off we got our Summer reading shit back, And wow. I gotta 49/50. Ahahahaha. I bullshited everything too. The next thing was our teacher was like gettin' interviewed in front of the class by the class. Aha. Some people asked "when was your first period, or when did you lose your virginity" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Crazy shit. I liked what some people said when they were interviewed. One person said they'd like to open Group homes. Hella nice. I wouldn't even think of that. And in one of the interviews, some girl said she was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROUD RACIST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Idk but you should only say that when you're home! Dumbass. She hates Asians. Crazy ass. At the end of class, I walked with Jamie to see Hamilton. When we were walking, she goes, that girl's hella crazy. She has chinky eyes then most of us. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to the quads to see my friends. We were planned to play ball but most people left. So I was gonna go home, luckily I ran into Dylan on the way out. He was still gonna go Taco Bell and play ball. So The plan was still on. When I passed out the door to the quads, Idk if it was me or someone was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;trying to call my name. If they need me that much, they should tap my shoulders or something so that I know what they want. Plus I had my Ipod on. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COULDN'T HEAR SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. aaha. Basketball was just it. I got my Jumpshot back on. So watch out! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-3503192901245474609?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3503192901245474609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=3503192901245474609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3503192901245474609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/3503192901245474609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-day-today.html' title='My Day Today.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6645091588979199096</id><published>2008-08-22T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:05:08.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIStory.</title><content type='html'>Psshhh. You know what, I don't even know how to start this blog right now. Honestly, I can only trust about 2 people in school. That's sad. But its true. That's how you find out who your real friends are. They stick with you 'til the end. And I'm not talking about those AIM people that you talk to, no no no, I'm talking about the guys you hang out with everyday. You see everyday. You feel like everything's alrite kinda time. Nothing's important really when you're with them. For instance, Basketball. I'm practically clear my mind of all things when I'm playing. It's like something Kevin Garnett said. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's like a field of high grass. You spread your arms out and you breathe. It's relaxing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; All my so called friends, there nothing to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friends. Now I'm not trying to say anything bad, but yeah. I really don't know people anymore. You ever get the feeling, where you think you'll be together with the person you like, but in reality, you know that's probably never gonna happen? (Its Just a thought.) Sometimes dreams are better than reality, and vice versa. It's really up to you. I mean you could change the face of reality or keep dreaming that dream. Over and over again you find that happening. Aha, my cousin once asked me, "Do you ever make up like cute stories in your head? I mean with the person(s) you like?" My answer? Yes. Well who hasn't? C'mon. Keep Up. Some songs make up some pretty good feelings for you, some don't. For some reason, I've been kicking it back old school now a days. I mean, I've been listening to some old school music. No not like 2Pac or Biggie. I mean the slow songs. Along time ago. I grew up with my cousins who are like 13 years older than me, and they would always listen to the boy bands. Aha. Well, their songs are beautiful. I mean it really gives you a sense of something. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;N'Sync, Backstreet Boys, Westside, BBMack, Boyzone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Etc. I mean, I'm not afraid that I like their songs. It's so catchy. Aha. Today in history, I was humming an N'sync song, "This I Promise You." My Friend in front of me started to sing the words, and I don't even know the damn words. AHA. Freakin' Crazy. I didn't even know he listened to music. But thats where the "Don't judge a book by its cover," concept takes place. (I'm really goin' off the subject but w/e.) I like to do that. These songs really take you back to the past. The old days. That's like the best part about it. It just flows right through you. I guess you could say I'm feeling better now. I told my friend I was in a bad mood, and she told me to blog. It works. Wow. I went from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friends, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRUSHES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY BANDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm crazy, I know. Here's some lyrics from a song. "And no matter what I do, I feel the pain." What does that mean? Well you know if you're with that girl or guy you like, but they're in like a relationship, it hurts cause you can't do what they do. And if you're away from them, you think about what they might be doing, and how that could be you. So yeah. This Is MyStory. And if you ever noticed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;History (HIS story.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Figure it out. I got that from Michael Jackson's Album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and one more thing, People who like others and are trying to stalk them. Just STOP. It's not gonna work if you're gonna Stalk the guy/girl you like. IT'S JUST NOT COOL. ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-6645091588979199096?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6645091588979199096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6645091588979199096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6645091588979199096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6645091588979199096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/history.html' title='HIStory.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-8371800759616869061</id><published>2008-08-18T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:28:53.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SKnpzLU70bI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AfQHY0lytA8/s1600-h/yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235973107218108850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SKnpzLU70bI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AfQHY0lytA8/s320/yeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She told me too, so don't ask. I met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer Cancio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in our freshman year. Probably one of the coolest friends I met this year. It was cool (in her opinion) how we met.. We were in the computer lab, and there were no seats left to sit in. So I took a chair next to her. Now first off, she said she was the first one to talk to me. And I said I was the first one to talk to her. So we'll probably never find out. We started talking, and just cause I was messing with her, she thought I was a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jackass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow. Nice first impression. Blah. So anyways, It was either her or me that found one another on myspace. Now this was like in September, and we never really talked until like October. We filled out each other's page with comments. She'd be waking up at 5 in the morning to comment me. Aww how sweet. Yeah, No, she wakes up that time to get ready for school, which is like 3 hours later. -_- I only had 2 classes with her at the time, so we talked alot at school too. Then AIM rolled by, haha, we'd talk for like the whole day. Crazy. For like the first 3 weeks of really talking, we were pretty close friends now. That's how we met =D Great times. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some damn reaason, we'd get in stupid arguments. Like who met who, when did this song came out. Idk. I wonder what would've happened if we never met. Well yeah. She's really nice, and can be out of this world sometimes. I mean where she'll ask you a question, and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guran-DAMN-tee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that you'll reply "You Serious?" Haha. Yeah. I only made her cry once, cause i did something stupid. I told her we couldn't be friends anymore cause she flirted to much. And I didn't know a letter would help build our friendship again. Oh yeah, she says things that she's gonna do, and she doesnt do it. Yeah. She's on the left btw. And that's her friend, Angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, You Gotta Love Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Know I Do ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-8371800759616869061?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8371800759616869061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=8371800759616869061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8371800759616869061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/8371800759616869061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-girl.html' title='That Girl.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SKnpzLU70bI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AfQHY0lytA8/s72-c/yeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1395459586153177870</id><published>2008-08-16T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:47:02.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A's Lost; Food Was Great; Life Is Good.</title><content type='html'>My 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; A's game and my 3rd baseball game &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Too bad they lost. Yeah, 2-1. Chicago White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; win. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ehh&lt;/span&gt;, It was still pretty cool. We met my cousins at the opening gate of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colosseum. Haha alot of people. So when we got in, it took us like 5 min. to find out seats. Great seats. To me, personally, the field look small. It looks bigger on t.v. But it's the experience of being there that makes the journey. When they would start chants, I'd go "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Let's Go Warriors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Aha. Well their stadium is right next door. So it's fine with all of us. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food. Oh man, I never knew that baseball food were so good. The Garlic Fries. The First thing I told my dad to buy. Oh man. It was delicious. Best fries i've ever had. And when you cover it with ketchup. Woot. Aha. Nachos and the hot dog, ehh. I've tried better. After the game we went to my grandpa's work. The Hilton, I believe? Yeah, he was the bartender there, and he gave us free drinks. I didn't really eat alot there cause, I was so full. They ordered, clam chowder, qusedilla, fries, chicken wings, and cherry coke. Oh yeah, Cherry Coke. You know with the artificial Cherries. Yup that's great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life. Isn't Life Great? I mean, you got your family gettin' together, you got a healthy life. You're not sick. You have a wide set of opportunities ahead of you. Well My cousin is going to the same school as my sister. Yeah, I have a sister. Try to keep up. I'm thinking about going over there too. I mean you could be a nurse and get the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;BIG BUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. It's great that like theres 3 other people going there that are my family. I love my life though. No problems, No worries, Just Living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"I just found out there's No Such Thing as the real world, Just to lie you've got to rise above." - John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-1395459586153177870?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1395459586153177870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1395459586153177870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1395459586153177870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1395459586153177870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-lost-food-was-great-life-is-good.html' title='A&apos;s Lost; Food Was Great; Life Is Good.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-6897715104911368098</id><published>2008-08-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:29:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got no other titles. Aha. So yesterday was pretty cool, orientation once again, this time, for the incoming sophomores. Got to see hella people, everyone I knew was there. Got my schedule, played some ball then went to KFC&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Once again, Hella People. After that, some of my friends went over to FRS, while me and like 3 other guys played ball at WHS. We were playing tips for a bit, before 2 big ass dudes wanted to play ball with us. They were huge. They were pretty good too. We one the first game, then lost the next 3. Haha. Yeah I know. It was pretty gross too cause they had no shirts on. Recalling "Along Came Polly," "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAINDROP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" Hahaha. Took An EXTREMELY long shower, cause their sweat was all over my t-shirt. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PICTURE DAY! YAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -_- No, It was too early, so I'm thinking about getting my picture taken on Make up Day. Today was okay too. I found out that I was gonna go to a baseball game with some family. And I actually get to hang out with my sister. It's not the Giants, So that's gonna suck. What else is there? The A's. ahaha. I'm still a Giants fan. Don't Worry. Oh, and I also found out that at my Auntie's Baby Shower, My cousin's friends, who are like a year or two younger than me, are gonna be there. And I believe one of them thinks the other one gots a thing for me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IDK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So yeah. Well School's This &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Can't Wait. Seriously. School's gonna be fun this year. I Guran-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-tee it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao!&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/3041939270911411002-6897715104911368098?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6897715104911368098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=6897715104911368098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6897715104911368098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/6897715104911368098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/wooo.html' title='Wooo.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-1144233069949073756</id><published>2008-08-14T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:05:28.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>You know, I really like this blogging stuff. It's like a personal journal. I wanna thank my cousin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and a friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deniel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah if you guys didn't post up your blogs on Myspace and stuff, I wouldn't be doin' this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO THANKS!&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/3041939270911411002-1144233069949073756?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1144233069949073756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=1144233069949073756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1144233069949073756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/1144233069949073756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041939270911411002.post-2851649378915951924</id><published>2008-08-10T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:40:21.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.10.08</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty damn good day today. Nothing boring, special happenings, got to see relatives again. Aha. Like always. Started off me waking up at like 10 to watch the USA Basketball team against China. It was basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rucker&lt;/span&gt; Park Playground Basketball to them. Crossovers, dunks, blocks, name it, they did it. Half Time came and my cousin called to pick me up for breakfast at his house. Of course I'd go (why wouldn't I?). My brother was suppose to come along but, he's feeling sick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ehh&lt;/span&gt;. The throw up at 4 in the morning to the fever and lying on the couch sickness. So he didn't go. Breakfast was great. Egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Benedict&lt;/span&gt;, pancakes, sausage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hash browns&lt;/span&gt;. Typical Denny's Breakfast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sike&lt;/span&gt;!! My Cousins cooked. Pretty good. Continued to watch the USA game and they practically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obliterated the Chinese team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Then, I was suppose to watch my Uncle's basketball game at 12, but the problem with that is his game was at 10. They lost. Yeah, he didn't score. They lost probably cause my other uncle wasn't at the game. He's in Seattle, flying back today btw, with my sister and her mom. It was pretty dissapointing for me because I wanted to go pretty bad. But it's okay. Next thing ya know, we're watching home videos from My uncle's video cam. It was from March of this year, to last Friday, August 8. I made a pretty good statement that made my dad and his brother, my uncle, proud. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OBAMA IS A STUPID S.O.B.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well, it's true. What kinda idiot tells his campaign there are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;57 STATES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Excluding Alaska and Hawaii. And he also recalled there's 1 more state to go. HA! Embarassing. If the U.S. names him President, I'm leaving U.S. (It's a thought.) AHAHA. But at least it was a fun day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hasta La Vista!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041939270911411002-2851649378915951924?l=aaronkeiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2851649378915951924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041939270911411002&amp;postID=2851649378915951924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2851649378915951924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041939270911411002/posts/default/2851649378915951924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronkeiko.blogspot.com/2008/08/081008.html' title='08.10.08'/><author><name>Aaron Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714641446873845753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dXrNjKhzy4/SaG_ozdAeRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1OvJfBBitWs/S220/2643854817_098a0122d8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
