<?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-5667539</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:56:49.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just add water.</title><subtitle type='html'>No animals were hurt or killed, no trees were cut down nor were there any reefs destroyed during the making of this blog.

PAOLO76@GMAIL.COM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112564402727352510</id><published>2005-09-01T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:53:47.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought of another one...</title><summary type='text'>8. People that say Zay instead of Zee when they refer to the letter Z. ex. abcdefg....wxy Zay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112564402727352510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112564402727352510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-thought-of-another-one.html' title='I thought of another one...'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112556298679143033</id><published>2005-09-01T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:23:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant stand people who</title><summary type='text'>1. call themselves flips. ex. FLIPGIRL2. replace the letter S with the letter Z. ex. WAZUP? or MUZTA?3. add a silent H to their names. ex. BHOY4. type with different caps. ex. hElLo tHerE6. change the spelling of words. ex. hellow kewl7. add skie at the end of their names. ex. boyetskieWhy? why? why? we all know people who do atleast one of the above listed, how do we tell them to stop doing it? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112556298679143033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112556298679143033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-cant-stand-people-who.html' title='i cant stand people who'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112525103563519045</id><published>2005-08-28T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:43:55.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DMB</title><summary type='text'>I saw the Dave Matthews Band concert last night at the Home Depot Center. They had Jason Mraz opening for them. One piece of advice when watching at the Home Depot Center and you have floor seats... stay away from the beer. You're gonna want to pee and the bathrooms are way up past the stands. It's quite an exercise to get there add your beer buzz and it becomes quite a challenge. I seriously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112525103563519045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112525103563519045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/08/dmb.html' title='DMB'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112508212579707694</id><published>2005-08-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:02:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Digger</title><summary type='text'>by Kanye West featuring Jamie Foxx yo...anyone else catch the music video for this single? ahem... in my white surfer dude voice: "duuuude it's awesome!" in my low baritone voice: "It's tight man." Anyway go see it, you can watch it anytime at launchcasttell me one thing though, where the hell can I find those sunglasses, in my own voice: "those sunglasses are sweet."listening to: what do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112508212579707694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112508212579707694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/08/gold-digger.html' title='Gold Digger'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112478041609808247</id><published>2005-08-22T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:00:16.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I don't know everything</title><summary type='text'>It's physically impossible for you to lick your elbow. Marilyn Monroe had six toes. Walt Disney was afraid of mice. A duck's quack doesn't echo and no one knows why. Turtles can breathe through their butts. Women blink nearly twice as much as men. A snail can sleep for three years. Daily masturbation can lead to weight loss in women.All polar bears are left handed.The electric chair was invented </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112478041609808247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112478041609808247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-guess-i-dont-know-everything.html' title='I guess I don&apos;t know everything'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112400128292711640</id><published>2005-08-13T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:03:15.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasies (not for the weak)</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I must admit girls do have a much better imagination when it comes to sexual fantasies. To everyone that fell for the prank email I posted on this blog, sorry and thank you. I now know that I have to work on my own sexual fantasies. I think it would be fair to everyone that fell victim to know what the other victims are fantasizing about when they're at work sitting in front of the computer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112400128292711640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112400128292711640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/08/fantasies-not-for-weak.html' title='fantasies (not for the weak)'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112373633502208215</id><published>2005-08-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:58:55.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best guy games ever</title><summary type='text'>I so do this in real life. hahahaha. I know a couple of people that do too, who am I kidding all the guys I know do it too. It's even funny when you see other guys that you don't know do it.Wanna know what the hell I'm talking about? check out the link below.click here to play.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112373633502208215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112373633502208215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-of-best-guy-games-ever.html' title='One of the best guy games ever'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112295580674539459</id><published>2005-08-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:10:06.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me got an ipod</title><summary type='text'>I got a new iPod photo 60GB and a BOSE SoundDock over the weekend.My apartment now offically rocks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112295580674539459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112295580674539459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-got-ipod.html' title='me got an ipod'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112244793975649275</id><published>2005-07-26T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:07:17.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the watch lovers out there</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112244793975649275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112244793975649275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-watch-lovers-out-there.html' title='for the watch lovers out there'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112172742168501081</id><published>2005-07-18T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:57:01.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishwalla / Gin Blossoms / Tears for Fears</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh... my very first 2 day weekend in a while. You bet I made the most of it. Bryan, Mye, Sam and I went to see "Wedding Crashers" effin hilarious man! one of the funniest I've seen in a long time. Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn are fast becoming my favorite comedians. Definitely go see this one. After the movie we hauled my hungry ass over to Friday's cause I was getting cranky, I tend to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112172742168501081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112172742168501081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/07/dishwalla-gin-blossoms-tears-for-fears.html' title='Dishwalla / Gin Blossoms / Tears for Fears'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112132548563320672</id><published>2005-07-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:18:05.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooohhhh I want...*drool*</title><summary type='text'>H2O Audio waterproof MP3 players casing for watersports and yes even for SCUBA DIVING!!! ipod not included, gotta get me one of those too. I promise to go swimming regularly if I get one. This might be the invention that will finally get me back to the pool. Free kiss (anywhere) to anyone who gets me this =) girls only! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112132548563320672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112132548563320672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/07/ooohhhh-i-wantdrool.html' title='ooohhhh I want...*drool*'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112124034219610580</id><published>2005-07-13T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:39:02.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting....</title><summary type='text'>I got this link from Edu, try it. Click here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112124034219610580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112124034219610580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting.html' title='Interesting....'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112115625967176867</id><published>2005-07-12T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:17:39.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brand spankin new Panerai</title><summary type='text'>Today I bought my first Panerai PAM 00005. Only 1000 pieces made worldwide and I got number 815 out of 1000. This is my reward for working hard the past month. Ahhh yes nothing like a brand new watch on your wrist after working your ass off like a dog. If you're wondering where you've seen it before, Orlando Bloom sports one in his new movie Elizabethtown. Look who else is wearing the same watch,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112115625967176867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112115625967176867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/07/brand-spankin-new-panerai.html' title='brand spankin new Panerai'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112107057842940376</id><published>2005-07-11T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:29:38.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><summary type='text'>Good number. Often associated with the word heaven. The 7 iron is my favorite club. Popular brand of jeans. 7 is all good until it's used to describe the number of days that you've worked in the week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112107057842940376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112107057842940376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/07/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-112063545562535669</id><published>2005-07-06T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:37:36.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tretorn</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while eh? Almost a month's worth of stuff that I missed. I went shoe shopping over the weekend, bought 4 pairs. I am trying to relive my highschool years by wearing Tretorns again. I swear they are so fuckin comfortable. I'm gonna bring them back to life, join me in resurrecting these classics.I saw War of the Worlds and Batman Begins. Blah. I have yet to explore fully my new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112063545562535669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/112063545562535669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/07/tretorn.html' title='Tretorn'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111872906564743174</id><published>2005-06-13T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:04:25.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym day.</title><summary type='text'>ok maybe it took me 5 days after I re-signed with 24 hr. fitness to actually go and workout BUT I did today. Hooray for me. Chalk one up for sexiness...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111872906564743174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111872906564743174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/06/gym-day.html' title='Gym day.'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111834450768292761</id><published>2005-06-09T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:15:07.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Sexy body.</title><summary type='text'>My on and off battle with my attempt to lose weight has made another return to the gym. I re-enrolled myself with 24hr.fitness. I plan to lose the 15lbs. I promised to shed this year. My game plan? Run. Swim. Bike. no lifting until I lose the 15lbs.I can't wait to look in the mirror and say "damn I'm sexy!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111834450768292761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111834450768292761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-sexy-body.html' title='my Sexy body.'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111820444974744558</id><published>2005-06-07T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:20:49.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Detroit</title><summary type='text'>I defied the odds. I believe around 85% of the time the home team wins the game 7. Dwayne Wade was gonna play. I didn't care.Yesterday I placed my bet for the team that gave me all sorts of heartaches and sleepless nights last season when they slaughtered my team in the finals. The spread was +2 Detroit, and I took it. Put in $100. I even slipped a side bet of $15 that the combined team scores </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111820444974744558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111820444974744558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-detroit.html' title='Thank You Detroit'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111759238085002277</id><published>2005-05-31T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:19:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>towtruck</title><summary type='text'>I haven't had the time to update stuff here lately. Work has been demanding more and more time as of late.My new studio apartment is alright. Jerico has been crashing there, naturally my party level has gone up with him around. I got my car towed at Pink's hotdogs after a night of partying. That set me back $285. Ouch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111759238085002277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111759238085002277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/05/towtruck.html' title='towtruck'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111628138304298755</id><published>2005-05-16T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:09:43.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first night</title><summary type='text'>Last night was my first official night away from home. I finally moved in to my new apartment. It smells of new paint and carpet which kinda makes you feel a little woozy but you get used to it. Cable TV and Internet all set-up. DVR will be installed tomorrow. My bed (queen, pillow top, darkwood sleigh bed) on wednesday. The chest of drawers I bought from IKEA didn't come with the screws so I had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111628138304298755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111628138304298755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-night.html' title='first night'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111497069925928717</id><published>2005-05-01T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:04:59.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new machine</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't post new pictures or update anything much on this website until I sit down and spend time locating and transferring files and installing software and drivers for my new laptop. This is what I hate the most with upgrading to a new machine. A lot of the stuff that you have spent time on for years end up in an external hard drive. Anyway, you can stop emailing me at paolo@</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111497069925928717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111497069925928717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-machine.html' title='new machine'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111484761934641181</id><published>2005-04-30T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:53:39.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart my job</title><summary type='text'>I love my job. I don't feel like I'm just trying to make it through the week. I love my job. Shit the pay isn't bad at all. I love my job. Free dinners every night this week. I love my job. Finding bugs is cool! god yes I have turned into a geek. I love my job. There's a friggin Shakey's a mile away. I love my job. There's a carwash in our basement parking. I love my job. The vending machine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111484761934641181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111484761934641181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-heart-my-job.html' title='I heart my job'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111368623248171060</id><published>2005-04-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:17:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sidewalk chalk guy</title><summary type='text'>I guess great art need not be on canvass.click on image for more photos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111368623248171060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111368623248171060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/04/sidewalk-chalk-guy.html' title='sidewalk chalk guy'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111360073579028744</id><published>2005-04-15T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:33:44.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free lunch</title><summary type='text'>What's better than $3.99 all you can eat pizza, pasta, salad bar and mojo's from Shakey's? How about FREE all you can eat pizza, pasta, salad bar and mojo's from Shakeys.Tok, Joy and I all met up for lunch today at Shakey's in Sta. Monica (no bry not shakey's dau) unaware of their tax day promotion of free lunch, talk about finding money in your pocket that you forgot about. I'm so stuffed.Now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111360073579028744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111360073579028744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/04/free-lunch.html' title='free lunch'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111325822047439424</id><published>2005-04-11T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:30:29.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>standard</title><summary type='text'>For some fucked up reason I can't download "The Metro" by Berlin, what the fuck is going on? Can someone just email it to me please.So yesterday I felt this sudden urge to buy a new set of irons and that's what I did. I headed out to Roger Dunn and traded-in my Callaway Hawkeye VFT irons, those bastards only gave me $360 for them. I could've easilly sold them for atleast $100 more on ebay but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111325822047439424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111325822047439424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/04/standard.html' title='standard'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111307243118325304</id><published>2005-04-09T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:47:11.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100%</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to all my Aquilan brothers who successfully passed the 2004 Bar Examinations in the Philippines. This is quite an accomplishment for yourselves and the frat and you definitely made us all proud. Fly higher brothers fly.National passing average : 31.67%Ateneo passing average : 97%Aquila Legis passing average : 100%</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111307243118325304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111307243118325304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/04/100.html' title='100%'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111268856238061820</id><published>2005-04-05T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:00:24.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day</title><summary type='text'>Today, in a few hours I'll be starting my new job at Symantec. Pressure is on me to get up to speed with things there since I'm not a very technical person and as all of you probably know Symantec is a software company responsible for products that you probably have on your computer right now, The Norton anti-virus. The workplace is awesome and my boss, well my boss reads this blog so I'm gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111268856238061820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111268856238061820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-day.html' title='first day'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111259378447516003</id><published>2005-04-03T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:49:44.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC saturday</title><summary type='text'>Last night was Pampanga and Bacolod peeps night. We partied in Club M in Laguna Beach and at 3thirty3 in Newport Beach, stayed up til 5 am technically 4 am but DST made it an hour more.at 3thirty3 Newport Beach</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111259378447516003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111259378447516003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/04/oc-saturday.html' title='OC saturday'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111230786709703758</id><published>2005-03-31T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:24:27.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye GTC</title><summary type='text'>Just a few minutes ago I bid farewell to the men and women of GTC. It was surreal leaving the job that I held for 4 years.It was touching to see that my friends will genuinely miss me and that the office already feels different now that I'm leaving. I definitely wrote "Paolo was here" in invisible ink all over the office.It's funny how quickly emotions change from ecstatic that I'm starting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111230786709703758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111230786709703758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/03/goodbye-gtc.html' title='goodbye GTC'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111165019958979036</id><published>2005-03-23T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:43:19.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vs</title><summary type='text'>I just popped some Vicodins to relieve the tooth pain (honest), I wish there were drugs to relieve the pain of spending too much on your dentist.It's gonna be a goodnight's sleep for me baby!From the back to the middle and around again, I'm gonna be there til the end.listening to 100% Pure Love - Crystal Waters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111165019958979036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111165019958979036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/03/vs.html' title='Vs'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111156379809160894</id><published>2005-03-22T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:43:18.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed</title><summary type='text'>What was the most you've spent at the dentist? Today I just shelled out $1,200. I can't freakin believe it either. Yes, I do have dental insurance and believe me it would've been a lot more without it.Two things I regret, first, not flossing everyday. Second, not going to dentistry school.Unfuckinbelievable man.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111156379809160894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111156379809160894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/03/bummed.html' title='Bummed'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111104096232037669</id><published>2005-03-16T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:29:22.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><summary type='text'>Excellent film. Brilliant.Charlie Kaufman is a god.Instantly jumps into my top 3 favorite movies of all time.I wanna get the special edition dvd.add another to my wishlist.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111104096232037669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111104096232037669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/03/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111067275708603804</id><published>2005-03-12T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T16:16:28.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Photos</title><summary type='text'>Actual Pics of the C230 Kompressor sport</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111067275708603804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111067275708603804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/03/car-photos.html' title='Car Photos'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111030421543062273</id><published>2005-03-08T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:50:15.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCS</title><summary type='text'>The problem with the new car scent is that it only comes with brand new cars. So i'm doing my best to preserve it. You can't buy it once its gone, the car fresheners that try to capture the scent just plain stink. My car windows won't be rolling down anytime soon, my sunroof wont be retracted and I'll try to fart outside the car for now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111030421543062273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111030421543062273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/03/ncs.html' title='NCS'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-111004958280304097</id><published>2005-03-05T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:07:57.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how to</title><summary type='text'>say this without sounding like a 6yo. in a toy store but...I BOUGHT A BRAND SPANKIN NEW CAR WOOHOO!!!I traded in my 2003 MB C240 with a 2005 MB C230 sport Kompressor. My old C240 was white with tan interior, which was a bitch to maintain because of all the rain we've had here in southern california lately. My new C230 is black or sam would say bleck with bleck interior. Nothing beats the smell of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111004958280304097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/111004958280304097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-know-how-to.html' title='I don&apos;t know how to'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110944432425844013</id><published>2005-02-26T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:08:12.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>question</title><summary type='text'>You have a collection of dvds that you don't even watch. You buy them and stick them in your shelf. You don't even like watching movies that you've already seen.Why do you buy the dvds?My friend A posed this question and I was at a loss for a sensible reply so I mumbled because I want them. Then A suggested that I reconsider my value system cause all I do with my dvds is lend them to friends and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110944432425844013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110944432425844013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/question.html' title='question'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110935829281002498</id><published>2005-02-25T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:04:52.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Che</title><summary type='text'>Very few movies, move me and make me want to pursue my dream of being a film maker. The Motorcycle Diaries is one of them. 2 friends travelling across Argentina, Chile, Peru, Colombia and finally Venezuela discovering the people, their struggles and I know it sounds cliche but also discovering themselves in the process. Oh and one of the 2 lead characters happens to be Ernesto "Che" Guevarra, in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110935829281002498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110935829281002498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/che.html' title='Che'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110905326613988658</id><published>2005-02-21T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:35:59.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>credit card laps</title><summary type='text'>I bought the pants in both the earth brown and ink blue (it's almost black really), then I decided what the heck my credit card could use the exercise so I went and bought the shoes that are pictured in there too. from Banana Republic $68.00 each for the pants (Vintage Pinstripe Chinos) and $138.00 for the shoes (Wing-tip oxford)and from GAP, the frequently under-rated GAP store. I'm telling you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110905326613988658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110905326613988658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/credit-card-laps.html' title='credit card laps'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110897347051412500</id><published>2005-02-20T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:11:10.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the list goes on</title><summary type='text'>21. I don't have to listen to my friends' sob stories of heartbreak and break-ups.22. I can watch sex and the city just for the sex.23. As a matter of fact I can watch any tv show just for the sexual content.24. Movie nudity almost always involves only women.25. I can write my name on the wall when I pee.26. All my shoes are comfortable.27. I don't have to shave my armpits.28. I can laugh at all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110897347051412500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110897347051412500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-list-goes-on.html' title='and the list goes on'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110883780289684350</id><published>2005-02-19T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:24:03.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good list</title><summary type='text'>Somebody once told me "when nothing seems to go your way, just start counting your blessings" but I secretly count other people's misfortunes, that just works a lot better for me. I am kinda having a shitty week so I'm gonna start a list to make me feel better. I'm glad I'm a guy.1. I don't need to sit when I pee.2. I don't need to spend more than 1 minute on the phone with anyone.3. I don't have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110883780289684350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110883780289684350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-list.html' title='the good list'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110871378479957206</id><published>2005-02-17T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:03:04.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Foxx for President</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I didn't catch Ray in the theaters when it was out, I'll forever regret that. Jamie Foxx is my official bet for best actor, he actually played the role blind. He literally had his eyes covered up when they shot the film, He would sometimes go for 12 hours in the dark. At times while watching the movie, you couldn't tell it was just an actor and not the real Ray Charles Robinson. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110871378479957206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110871378479957206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/jamie-foxx-for-president.html' title='Jamie Foxx for President'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110835454233600118</id><published>2005-02-13T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:15:42.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VB</title><summary type='text'>The Venice Beach Picture Project.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110835454233600118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110835454233600118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/vb.html' title='VB'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110819417022443946</id><published>2005-02-11T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:44:05.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flyday</title><summary type='text'>Spent the evening watching Wimbledon on dvd, Paul Bettany really plays the part of a tennis pro very well. I still don't get the fascination with Kirsten Dunst. She is not the least bit hot in my book. I was 15 minutes into the movie Open Water when I decided not to go on watching it. We're planning a trip to Hawaii in the summer and I will be scuba diving off course, last thing I want running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110819417022443946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110819417022443946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/flyday.html' title='flyday'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110788166317820155</id><published>2005-02-08T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T08:58:53.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>Rarely do you learn stuff from me but today you will.What is Fat Tuesday? no it's not just a cool name for a bar and no it doesn't mean you can eat a lot on tuesdays.Fat Tuesday is Mardi Gras, the festival New Orleans, Louisiana, is famous for. "Gras" is French for fat and "Mardi" is French for Tuesday. The annual festivities start on January 6, the Twelfth Night Feast of the Epiphany, when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110788166317820155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110788166317820155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110772236338121490</id><published>2005-02-06T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T12:47:22.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POTY</title><summary type='text'>Party Of The Year, it was Bryan's Birthday Partayyy last night, if he was a noon time show host in the Philippines I would say Bryan's Birthday Bash!!!No shortage of alcohol. Sisig was good, ahem. My first taste of White Castle burgers, thanks mye for bringing them, yummm.Tale as old as timeSong as old as rhymeBeauties and Maurice...Kuya Boy, I mean Bry and SabThe bodyguards and let's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110772236338121490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110772236338121490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/poty_06.html' title='POTY'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110711971843296645</id><published>2005-01-30T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T13:18:02.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner</title><summary type='text'>This picture reinforces the fact that you don't have to ask people to pose in front of the camera to capture the moment. taken some time in November of 2004listening to : Too Shy - Kajagoogoo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110711971843296645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110711971843296645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/dinner.html' title='dinner'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110702132009308766</id><published>2005-01-29T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T09:59:48.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home alone friday night</title><summary type='text'>I almost didn't watch M. Night Shyamalan's "The Village" because of all the negative press it got especially from natadecoco but I did muster enough courage to watch the suspense/thriller dvd last night, I'm not sure why but I think because I had such low expectations for the movie that I actually enjoyed it. Not anywhere in my top ten best movies of all time but it's really not as bad as I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110702132009308766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110702132009308766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/home-alone-friday-night.html' title='home alone friday night'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110675656319288182</id><published>2005-01-26T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T08:22:43.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bet</title><summary type='text'>At the beginning of the year I made a bet with my co-worker, louie that I could lose more weight than she can by Valentine's day. Well I have 19 days to go and so far she's friggin winning. The wager, $50. She's so tight with money that the damn $50 wager got her motivated. Grrrr. So far she has lost 5 lbs and I've lost 3 lbs. I'm gonna go into super diet and exercise mode now. rah! rah! rah! sis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110675656319288182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110675656319288182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/bet.html' title='the bet'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110620562148517812</id><published>2005-01-19T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:21:51.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gots the FLU</title><summary type='text'>What I hate most about getting the flu is that there is no cure for the damn thing. You just have to rest it out and that means time away from work. No, not fun time away from work, just sitting around the house watching dvds and sleeping and drinking gallons of water time away from work. Although it does make my voice sound deeper hence sexier. hehehe.I couldn't get myself to finish the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110620562148517812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110620562148517812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-gots-flu.html' title='Me gots the FLU'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110563407670751072</id><published>2005-01-13T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T08:34:36.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Club</title><summary type='text'>Last night was our going away party for Mirotto our head IT guy (the only normal looking IT guy in the world). We did happy hour at Shark Club, I recommend the Calamari which by the way is half off and so are the rest of the appetizers and beer on tap during happy hour. Their Pizza is surprisingly good, I got the pepperoni and mushrooms. Who doesn't love Bar Food? I gotta say I like Shark Club </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110563407670751072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110563407670751072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/shark-club.html' title='Shark Club'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110539994311034629</id><published>2005-01-10T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T15:33:41.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random holiday pics</title><summary type='text'>with Pops at la poubelle in Hollywood.no comments about our track jackets please.the ladies, new year's eve.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110539994311034629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110539994311034629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/random-holiday-pics.html' title='random holiday pics'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110522494380230036</id><published>2005-01-08T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:29:37.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy ass saturday</title><summary type='text'>There's something calming and reassuring about lazy saturdays. I woke up late, around 11am. I took my time to get up and freshen up, watched some infomercials on tv (you gotta admit they can get engrossing at times) I checked my email (hmmm... mostly junk), read the news on-line (still Tsunami stuff), alright I confess... so I did check my friendster too if I had messages, nada.I put on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110522494380230036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110522494380230036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/lazy-ass-saturday.html' title='lazy ass saturday'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110507674983597335</id><published>2005-01-06T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:45:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of</title><summary type='text'>my subway diet. Ok so I'm desperate. Shoot me. Monday I had a meatball sandwich, tuesday was Turkey, Ham and Roast beef and today I had Chicken bacon ranch.I know I promised not to eat anymore junk, soda, chocolates, candies but earlier I had to give in to a piece of chocolate. Darnit. It was a big piece. Arrrggghhhh...Mom is blasting away downstairs on her magic mic. Now I know why I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110507674983597335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110507674983597335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-3-of.html' title='Day 3 of'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110488648899507662</id><published>2005-01-04T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T16:57:17.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanglish and Sideways</title><summary type='text'>Both movies didn't disappoint.but Sideways gets my vote for movie of the year. I might just hang that Sideways movie poster on my wall.I'm starting the year right. Ok maybe I've said this last year too but I'm gonna say it again. I'm gonna lose weight this year, at least 15 lbs. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110488648899507662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110488648899507662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/spanglish-and-sideways.html' title='Spanglish and Sideways'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110382184001682424</id><published>2004-12-23T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T09:10:40.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie round up</title><summary type='text'>I have been going to the movies lately and here's what I think about some of the ones that I saw.National Treasure - It's not Indiana Jones, not even close. Acting was mediocre, story was a fairy tale. Although it gives you an insight into the Masons.Ocean's Twelve - It's a decent movie if you don't compare it to Ocean's Eleven. I guess Las Vegas is just more visually stimulating than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110382184001682424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110382184001682424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/12/movie-round-up.html' title='movie round up'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110307181371307923</id><published>2004-12-14T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T07:57:16.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one where I think saying le is cool</title><summary type='text'>It's not that there's nothing to write about, I have been going out. I'm just too darn lazy to recount the weekend's activities.Last thursday I met up with 2 senior brods Leo and Vic and they taught me the art of smoking le cigar (say it with a french accent please), I quickly learned that le cigar makes me le dizzy but makes me look really le cool. Friday I pigged out at Max's fried chicken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110307181371307923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110307181371307923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-where-i-think-saying-le-is-cool.html' title='the one where I think saying le is cool'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110248197359464874</id><published>2004-12-07T20:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:03:00.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DVDs</title><summary type='text'>I got 5 DVDs in the mail today. There's nothing like ordering stuff on-line and forgetting that you did, it's almost like getting a surprise gift, only you paid for it. I got 3 part 3s, American Wedding, Matrix Revolutions and Lord of the Rings return of the king. I also got Big Fish and The Godfather.Stifler's dance routine in the gay club was worth watching over and over, that's some funny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110248197359464874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110248197359464874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/12/dvds_07.html' title='DVDs'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110231926822629949</id><published>2004-12-05T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:47:48.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend in vegas</title><summary type='text'>Some random pics taken with my Nikon D70 in Las Vegas, I believe all were taken on saturday, December 4, 2004.That's why they call it amateur.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110231926822629949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110231926822629949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/12/weekend-in-vegas.html' title='weekend in vegas'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110187175085795190</id><published>2004-11-30T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:29:10.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving weekend pics</title><summary type='text'>At Dar Maghreb in Hollywood.Cyn's House Party, Glendale.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110187175085795190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110187175085795190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving-weekend-pics.html' title='Thanksgiving weekend pics'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110171694701284579</id><published>2004-11-29T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:47:40.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top Five</title><summary type='text'>The time has come again to update the Top 5 list. new to the list 1. Rhona Mitra (bumped off J.Lo)too lazy to post pics of the other 4but they are:2. Lindsay Lohan - I got a thing for younger women besides if she dated Fez, I might have a bigger chance with her than anyone else on this list.3. Salma Hayek - Makes me wanna cross over the border to Mexico.new to the list 4. Rachel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110171694701284579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110171694701284579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/top-five.html' title='The Top Five'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110158826335729100</id><published>2004-11-27T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T12:44:23.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Guy in Prison </title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110158826335729100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110158826335729100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-guy-in-prison.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.czabe.com/audioclips/NewGuyinprison.wmv&quot;&gt;New Guy in Prison&lt;/a&gt; '/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110143015518169994</id><published>2004-11-25T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T16:49:15.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 AMFs, shot of Goldschlagger, 3 beers &amp; countless cigs night</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been this drunk in while. A few months ago I viewed getting piss drunk as something young people do to make them feel cool. I thought it was irresponsible and immature. I forgot how fun it was to party and get wasted. How did I turn into this old, boring, does nothing but work and study, stiff SOB? Man, I'm glad to be back to my old alcoholdrinking-cigarettesmoking-girlchasing self!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110143015518169994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110143015518169994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/3-amfs-shot-of-goldschlagger-3-beers.html' title='3 AMFs, shot of Goldschlagger, 3 beers &amp; countless cigs night'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110127648596107058</id><published>2004-11-23T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:08:05.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Polar Express on IMAX 3D</title><summary type='text'>Bryan and I checked out The Polar Express on IMAX 3D at the Spectrum. Don't laugh but this is my first 3D movie and to be able to see it on IMAX, Wow. It was definitely an experience. The train stopping 3 feet away from your face, again, Wow.The Spectrum Wheel, Irvine CA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110127648596107058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110127648596107058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/polar-express-on-imax-3d.html' title='The Polar Express on IMAX 3D'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110119814607558559</id><published>2004-11-23T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T00:29:19.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketbrawl</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't heard about the brawl in Detroit then you were probably abducted by aliens (No, Seriously. Check yourself for probing holes in your body). Here's a version of the brawl between the Detroit fans and the Pacers' Artest, Jackson and O'Neal that I haven't seen in the news here in The OC. Click Below.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110119814607558559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110119814607558559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/basketbrawl.html' title='Basketbrawl'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110106783026401673</id><published>2004-11-21T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T17:00:16.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath</title><summary type='text'>What do I hate the most about Sunday mornings? the fact that my fingers smell like I just dipped them into an ashtray, my hair smells like 3 different kinds of stink and my throat just closes down for the day. I feel like shit and smell like it too.Saturday night partying, for us Filipino males always involve two things Alcohol and Cigarettes. Last night was no different, 9 guys gathered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110106783026401673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110106783026401673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/aftermath.html' title='aftermath'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110091471880888417</id><published>2004-11-19T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T17:38:38.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><summary type='text'>I worked all 5 days this week. I barely made it through today but I did. I worked all 8 freakin hours. It's finally friday. Just two more days before monday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110091471880888417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110091471880888417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110045982910153061</id><published>2004-11-14T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T11:17:09.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a scene from finding nemo?</title><summary type='text'>A bunch of Nemos, Dorys and Marlins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110045982910153061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110045982910153061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/scene-from-finding-nemo.html' title='a scene from finding nemo?'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110041759570084501</id><published>2004-11-13T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:33:15.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Mood</title><summary type='text'>Blissfull</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110041759570084501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110041759570084501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/current-mood.html' title='Current Mood'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110015400592393072</id><published>2004-11-10T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:20:05.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't move, nobody moves.</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't really think straight, I can remember thinking that he's for sure gonna take my phone and wallet which were just sitting there on our table. I could hear the murmurs of prayers that the family next to where I sat was nervously reciting. I was scared. I could literally hear my heart like it was next to my ears.I was walking out of the restroom and this man in a black ski mask was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110015400592393072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110015400592393072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-move-nobody-moves.html' title='don&apos;t move, nobody moves.'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-110002731345233481</id><published>2004-11-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:08:33.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my own personal holiday</title><summary type='text'>Today is my bro's last full day here in OC and that to me is a self declared holiday. Offcourse I called in sick, like what tok said, I can't come in to work today, I have a vision problem - I can't see myself working today.Off to Sta.Monica and Melrose. I'll bring my camera along like a german tourist.listening to: Old Habits Die Hard - Mick Jagger from the Alfie soundtrack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110002731345233481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/110002731345233481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-own-personal-holiday.html' title='my own personal holiday'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109979148930913030</id><published>2004-11-06T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T17:38:09.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying single</title><summary type='text'>three single guys, myself, my brother dennis and my cousin edu walked into the theater for the matinee preview of "Alfie".We all walked out of the movie with a renewed affirmation that staying single is the way to go. We also had the sudden urge to freakin dress up like we were in NYC. Wait, maybe that's just me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109979148930913030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109979148930913030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/staying-single.html' title='staying single'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109947288625870037</id><published>2004-11-03T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:08:06.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><summary type='text'>My Birthday, Halloween, my Fraternity Convention and the US Presidential Elections has come and gone. Yes, I am getting used to the fact that I am 28 years old. No, it really does not bother me at all. It bothers me more that W is likely heading towards re-election and that my mother actually voted for the bastard, thank god W lost California. So her vote didn't really amount to anything.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109947288625870037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109947288625870037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/28_109947288625870037.html' title='28'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109935626840201286</id><published>2004-11-01T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:44:28.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquila Legis International Convention</title><summary type='text'>in Las Vegas, NV USAI'm under time pressure, so I'll keep this short. I'll just post the group pic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109935626840201286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109935626840201286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/11/aquila-legis-international-convention.html' title='Aquila Legis International Convention'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109865649911842720</id><published>2004-10-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:23:11.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this picture makes me wanna pee</title><summary type='text'>'Leaking Drums'taken at The LAB in Costa Mesa, CA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109865649911842720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109865649911842720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-picture-makes-me-wanna-pee.html' title='this picture makes me wanna pee'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109855403108849001</id><published>2004-10-23T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T10:53:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I woke</title><summary type='text'>up with a terrible sore throat and a little weezy. A bit hang-over from last night's party had a little too much to smoke. I got home past 5am, haven't done that in a while. Well mainly because I had to drive kiko, cyn and bryan home. I was the designated 'guy with the car', bryan drove us home, I just has to drive myself from Cerritos to Irvine. Fuck I think I'll go back to bed and heal my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109855403108849001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109855403108849001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-i-woke.html' title='Today, I woke'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109813509422855232</id><published>2004-10-18T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:32:47.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiddie pics</title><summary type='text'>I don't know who they are but they seemed to love the fact the I was taking their pictures.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109813509422855232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109813509422855232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/kiddie-pics.html' title='kiddie pics'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109805892867815323</id><published>2004-10-17T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T17:22:08.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon D70</title><summary type='text'>The chances of you finding photos posted on this blog has just increased immensely. I purchased, after 2 years of holding back, my brand new Nikon D70 from BestBuy. It costs a few hundred bucks more than what I would've paid had I gone with the sellers from ebay BUT BestBuy has 18 months no interest. I also paid an extra $150 for the extra 4 years warranty - which would be good with battery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109805892867815323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109805892867815323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/nikon-d70.html' title='Nikon D70'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109773468247848491</id><published>2004-10-13T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T23:18:02.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so I'll be in...</title><summary type='text'>Vegas from the 29th til the 31st of October. Yep! celebrating my birthday in sin city this year. It happened to coincide with my fraternity convention so that's why I'm making the trip down there. I guess the frat booked us at Stratosphere(I know!) and I'll be bunking with Janssen. Here's the problem with Vegas, there's too much stuff to do that thinking of what to do becomes a pain in the ass. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109773468247848491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109773468247848491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-ill-be-in.html' title='so I&apos;ll be in...'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109737381822024841</id><published>2004-10-09T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:03:38.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday, I</title><summary type='text'>slept all day and got a haircut.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109737381822024841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109737381822024841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/saturday-i.html' title='saturday, I'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109730918993769221</id><published>2004-10-09T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T01:12:52.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>autograph</title><summary type='text'>As soon as the clock hit 4:30 I was out of the office and speeding on the 55 fwy. Big 3 day tent sale at Roger Dunn's golf. I was checking out some golf balls when Michael Chang passed by me. I couldn't fuckin believe it the greatest tennis player in the world (ok, maybe the greatest tennis player of Asian decent ever) standing no more than 5 feet away from me. As soon as I confirmed it was him, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109730918993769221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109730918993769221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/autograph.html' title='autograph'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109682513581518007</id><published>2004-10-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T10:41:33.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bocelli vs Sweat</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how a person's taste in music can change through time. I was listening to Andrea Bocelli this morning and downloading some of his other songs when it hit me, I used to dread my sunday drive back to manila because Sam (xgf and carpool buddy) would definitely play Andrea Bocelli in the car. So one Sunday I decided while packing my bags in the trunk of the car that I've had it with this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109682513581518007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109682513581518007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/bocelli-vs-sweat.html' title='Bocelli vs Sweat'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109669498894166246</id><published>2004-10-01T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T22:29:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep deprivation</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been getting my full 8 hours of sleep lately. I've been staying up late to work on school stuff and I've been getting up earlier than usual for work. I'm tired. My eyes feel dry. I should go to sleep now. listening to Beautiful Girl - INXS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109669498894166246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109669498894166246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleep-deprivation.html' title='sleep deprivation'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109652480630376576</id><published>2004-09-29T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:18:33.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GQ doing a Maxim</title><summary type='text'>This is the image that greeted me at my mailbox 2 days ago. Lindsay Lohan's first GQ cover. Oh yes. This October issue won't be migrating from my bedside to the bathroom any time soon. Lindsay Lohan or Hillary Duff? That is today's "the egg or the chicken?" question, there simply isn't an answer to it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109652480630376576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109652480630376576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/gq-doing-maxim.html' title='GQ doing a Maxim'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109630325289502609</id><published>2004-09-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T09:46:36.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting drunk at The Ritz</title><summary type='text'>There's something about daytime drinking that appeals to me. My friend B and I had the Sunday Champagne Brunch at the Ritz Carlton in Laguna Niguel. The food selection is out of this world, cracked crab claws, large shrimp cocktails, steaks, lamb chops, breakfast meats, caviar, omelettes,chicken cooked in some sauce, salmon, sushi, sahimi, pastries galore and some other stuff I can't name cause </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109630325289502609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109630325289502609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/getting-drunk-at-ritz.html' title='getting drunk at The Ritz'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109592305531074972</id><published>2004-09-23T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:05:48.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing double</title><summary type='text'>I've doubled up on my MBA classes. I'll be stuck in a 4 hour class twice a week, mondays and thursdays. That also means I've doubled up on expenses since I am not in any student loan/assistance program. That also means I have to spend twice as much time preparing for class and writing papers. Now if only I could parlay all this double thingy crap to having double girls.or not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109592305531074972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109592305531074972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/seeing-double.html' title='seeing double'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109564235560967739</id><published>2004-09-19T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T18:05:55.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics from yesterday's golf tournament</title><summary type='text'>hi my name is Paolo Pamintuangoing for that flat front pants - tight shirt look but too fat to pull it off.a little winnie the pooh action after a drive</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109564235560967739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109564235560967739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/pics-from-yesterdays-golf-tournament.html' title='pics from yesterday&apos;s golf tournament'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109558039063115478</id><published>2004-09-19T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T14:04:02.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another golf tournament...</title><summary type='text'>another day of frustration and humiliation but often overshadowed by a single beautiful shot(beyoootiful - that's how one of the guys in my flight was saying it). I scored 92, yeah I suck. I was able to hit most of my drives though - ahhh the sensation you feel after hitting a long straight drive. You know the feeling you get 3 seconds before you orgasm? No, it's nothing like that hahaha but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109558039063115478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109558039063115478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-golf-tournament.html' title='Another golf tournament...'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109531520974057026</id><published>2004-09-15T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:13:29.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SFO weekend review.</title><summary type='text'>I ended up changing my flight to Oakland instead of Sacramento when I found out that my lola was actually in San Ramon and not Sacramento. I love Southwest, I only called them like an hour before my originally scheduled flight to change it. Edu and I took the hour long bart ride from San Ramon to downtown San Francisco, Powell station. We didn't get to walk far cause my brod Jannsen was there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109531520974057026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109531520974057026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/sfo-weekend-review.html' title='SFO weekend review.'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109471167362164852</id><published>2004-09-08T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T23:37:23.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walk of fame</title><summary type='text'>I know you want one.click on the booger --------&gt; .listening to Dove by Moony</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109471167362164852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109471167362164852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/walk-of-fame.html' title='walk of fame'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109462575119960508</id><published>2004-09-07T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T15:26:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT is spelled P.A.O.L.O.</title><summary type='text'>fuck!fuck!fuck! Everyone noticed that I've been gaining weight. I officially blame Edu for my extra weight. Edu (cousin) is in town from the Philippines, he's been staying with me for over a week now and all we've done is shop and eat. Seriously, shop and eat. He even got me shopping too. By the way, I got some killer Ray Ban aviator outdoorsman sunglasses, new black Puma sneakers and an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109462575119960508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109462575119960508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/fat-is-spelled-paolo.html' title='FAT is spelled P.A.O.L.O.'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109414183631237632</id><published>2004-09-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:19:38.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to drive or not to drive</title><summary type='text'>Maybe this is just another sorry attempt to hide the fact that I'm just a lazy SoB. Anyway I've been struggling with the thought of driving 8 maybe 9 freakin hours up north to Sacramento. My Lola (grandma to you non-filipinos)got hospitalized in Sac-town and edu and I agreed this would be the right time to go up there and visit her. I know so many people driving from up north to down here in so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109414183631237632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109414183631237632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-drive-or-not-to-drive.html' title='to drive or not to drive'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109349860250153760</id><published>2004-08-25T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:36:42.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>white chocolate with strawberry cream</title><summary type='text'>I gave in to my craving and I went out and bought a bag of Hershey's Kisses white chocolate and strawberry cream. Fuck! fuck! fuck! little pieces of sweet bliss ever tempting. I will be fat forever. I also was suckered in to buying "The Girl Next Door" dvd by my coworkers, they swore they loved it. That's the last time I'm ever gonna listen to those 2 pricks. It's a guy movie and a lot of times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109349860250153760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109349860250153760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/white-chocolate-with-strawberry-cream.html' title='white chocolate with strawberry cream'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109349583005694795</id><published>2004-08-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:10:52.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing Rockwell</title><summary type='text'>I only want to be with youVonda Shepard - Ally McBeal SoundtrackI don’t know what it is that makes me love you soI only know I never want to let you go‘Cause you started something, can’t you seeThat ever since we met, you’ve had a hold on me?It happens to be trueI only want to be with youIt doesn’t matter where you go or what you doI wanna spend each moment of the day with youLook </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109349583005694795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109349583005694795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/reminiscing-rockwell.html' title='Reminiscing Rockwell'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109337881947988625</id><published>2004-08-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T13:21:10.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imatchers.com</title><summary type='text'>I got The Da Vinci Code in the mail yesterday, I can't wait to find a whole block of time so I can read it already. I've heard so much good stuff about it. My replacement cellphone arrived too, finally I have a phone that can make actual phone calls. I don't really ask too much from my phone, I don't need it to take pictures or videos or even tell me what my appointment is tomorrow. I just want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109337881947988625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109337881947988625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/imatcherscom.html' title='imatchers.com'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109320165810072386</id><published>2004-08-22T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T12:09:23.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>done</title><summary type='text'>It's finally over. Yesterday we successfully completed the 2nd Annual Aquila Legis Golf Tournament. Thanks to Bryan, Mau, Tito Boy and Santi for participating. The weather was perfect for golf, it was a tad bit chilly in the morning and just barely 80 degrees towards the afternoon. The day was capped off with a buffet dinner, yum yum.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109320165810072386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109320165810072386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/done.html' title='done'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109298706372005904</id><published>2004-08-20T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:31:03.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci Code</title><summary type='text'>Am i the only person in the world who hasn't read the novel? I wanna be able to read it before they start filming the movie. I did buy it from ebay so I can have it in first edition, don't ask me why.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109298706372005904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109298706372005904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/da-vinci-code.html' title='Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109281277038731551</id><published>2004-08-17T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T17:30:49.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><summary type='text'>I missed the amazing race. I didn't do my paper. I didn't do shit today. I'm a lazy lazy sob.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109281277038731551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109281277038731551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109252610307746430</id><published>2004-08-14T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T16:41:03.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days to go</title><summary type='text'>I have exactly 1 week to go before the golf tournament. I think I'm all set. I couldn't get any practice in because my ankles are killing me, I think it's because of all the stationary biking I've been doing at the gym. If everything goes as planned, I should be able to spend a considerable amount of time practicing my game tomorrow at the drving range or playing 18 holes.listening to : 80's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109252610307746430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109252610307746430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/7-days-to-go.html' title='7 days to go'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109202955593702370</id><published>2004-08-08T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:40:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><summary type='text'>Friday - Gym, had a burger and a mocha milkshake from Ruby's diner, watched hellboy on dvd.Saturday - Lunch at Souplantation, Shopping at Banana Republic dropped $130 on 2 dress shirts, Attended my frat brod's daughter's wedding at The Hilton at Universal Studios.Sunday - Lunch at Top of China buffet which for me is the best cheap buffet $9 on the wkends and $6 weekdays, did a couple of laps </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109202955593702370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109202955593702370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667539.post-109186363904342987</id><published>2004-08-07T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T00:27:19.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotize</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone know the song Hypnotize(d)? it's kinda 80ish but I can't seem to find it. No not the Wang Chung song Hypnotize me, though that's not bad either. I don't know the artist or the lyrics of the song, I can hum it in my head but I guess that doesn't help here huh.I've been downloading a ton of 80s music from Kazaa. I don't know why I suddenly have this thing for 80s music. I was so over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109186363904342987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667539/posts/default/109186363904342987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaolochronicles.blogspot.com/2004/08/hypnotize.html' title='Hypnotize'/><author><name>Paolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072928555105499237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
