<?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-8556104</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:47:33.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another life...</title><subtitle type='html'>A simple site for friends and family to see i guess, not much to do now-a-days, at least not now...hehe, ill probably give up on it on a couple of months, but let's give it a try hu?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111585671788592543</id><published>2005-05-11T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:11:57.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving out</title><content type='html'>I believe it's time for me to end this blog. The urge i had to write here is now gone, and i believe i'm in a new stage of my life, which might last a week or so, who knows?, where this blog is quite pointless. I think i'd rather talk to people about my thoughts and experiences then let them read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave this post for a week or so, and then delete the blog, just so that the few of you that actually read this, and perhaps enjoyed it may know it's over. Thanks for reading and commenting on the blog, at times it really was great! Farewell for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111585671788592543?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111585671788592543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111585671788592543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111585671788592543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111585671788592543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/05/moving-out.html' title='Moving out'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111566647155680528</id><published>2005-05-09T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T14:21:11.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving World</title><content type='html'>Great weekend i'd have to say. Been to places i had never seen before, and had a hell of a time.&lt;br /&gt;The race was quite fun, it's really funny to see the people around there. First, there are the drivers. Now these guys really think they are the coolest people around, they walk around thinking that the world is nothing compared to them. And then, there are the women, who in the most are very, very good looking, but they walk around as if it was some beauty contest, and look really dumb as well. And then, there are the other people that do nothing there, but think they're special for being on the boxers during the Copa Clio...wuahahaha, as if that was the hardest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the race it self was fun as well, having crashes and everything, the second one was quite thrilling i'd say. And the whole weekend was great, went by as fast as you can imagine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111566647155680528?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111566647155680528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111566647155680528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111566647155680528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111566647155680528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/05/driving-world.html' title='Driving World'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111532509112759776</id><published>2005-05-05T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T15:31:31.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, must have happened to everybody at least once, a rage comes over me, but not just any rage, it's one that would make me able to kill anybody that pissed me off during that stage. And worse then just being angry as hell, is knowing that you shouldn't be. You know that it has NOTHING to do with your life, that it's something completely parallel, and you tell yourself over, and over, to forget about it. (Micky Blue eyes style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aparently the human nature tends to make you suffer the most when you are sad, apparently we like being hurt more then we need to. Things like those are the ones that make you want to give up on love. Yea yea, most people are saying, what does he know, he's 17, but let me tell you something, it has no age to act upon you. So, love is great while it lasts, and i do mean great, but as soon as it's cut off your life turns into hell, and you see no way out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more strength....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111532509112759776?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111532509112759776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111532509112759776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111532509112759776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111532509112759776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/05/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111490493822079008</id><published>2005-04-30T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:48:58.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as we buy our sandwhiches at bob's, one of us opens up the lil box to find a really weird surprise. He asked for a double cheesburger...hoping that the bread would come with it, but insde the box, were two hamburgers, with cheese on top. The bread was nowhere to be found, and better then seeing such a surprise, was the look at the casheers face when she saw it.... priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other priceless moment yesterday, was during the movie "A família da noiva", finding something funnier then the movie itself. I think i could even risk saying that the movie would not have been funny, if it were not for some man sitting somewhere down bellow us. At any given scene, funny or not, the guy started cracking up, and laughing as loud as i've ever seen, at a point i started crying because i laughed so much at the fella. And according to the people with me, they said that my laughter only made things worse... it was so funny that i ended up w/ the high piched laughter of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish off the night, it was funny to prove how small brasilia really is. As we go meet Luis Gabriel and his girlfriend, we end up finding out that the girlfriend is best friends with nina. Now look at this, I dated Raiana, who is Nina's cousin, who loves fabio, and nina's two best friends have been with the other two men in the circle, Luiz Otavio, and now the other one is dating Luiz Gabriel. This must be the only city anywhere in the world where that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111490493822079008?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111490493822079008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111490493822079008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111490493822079008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111490493822079008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or not'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111456044962571841</id><published>2005-04-26T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:07:29.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off</title><content type='html'>Today was the lil field trip to some chacara to do nothing. It was great! First, because i didn't have school, and second, cuz i got to do couple of things that are always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it wasn't the perfect day for the activities, but in the morning there was a lil soccer, some pool, a bit of volleyball, and at lunch time, some really good bbq. By that time, the rain caught us, and it was so confy that after i ate, me and a couple of ppl dozed off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gettin up played some good old truco, funny as hell. Then had some fun conversations, and back to school... but it was good cuz the day took forever to end. And i REALLY don't feel like typing, so i'll end this here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111456044962571841?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111456044962571841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111456044962571841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111456044962571841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111456044962571841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-off.html' title='Day off'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111447410692323442</id><published>2005-04-25T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:08:26.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new</title><content type='html'>This weekend was okay, not many news to talk of. I watched the movie "Be Cool" i got some great laughs out of it, but i wont go saying it's best since i laugh at almsot any movie. Two parties on saturday, neither of them were great. The first one was empty, andithought it was gonna be a big party, and the second one was full of ppl, had some "good" music at first, but got worse, but it's alway sgood to spend time with ur friends ain't it? Nothin about today, but tomorrow might be fun, i'll let yall know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111447410692323442?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111447410692323442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111447410692323442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111447410692323442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111447410692323442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing new'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111426674915562860</id><published>2005-04-23T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:32:29.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/640/DSC03743.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/DSC03743.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I got Danilla's pictures, and this one was in the middle. Back in the days when gus was still here... if i'm not mistaken, that one was taken on his birthday, when we went to make him a surprise. Good days... Make sure to notice vini's right boob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111426674915562860?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111426674915562860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111426674915562860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111426674915562860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111426674915562860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/other-day-i-got-danillas-pictures-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111412256756754572</id><published>2005-04-21T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:29:27.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those</title><content type='html'>This is one of those posts that say nothing, cuz there isn't many interesting things to say today. I have no school today or 2morrow, next week i have no school on tuesday or friday, and the one after that, no school on monday. So it's comming to an end practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday soccer wasn't as fun, sure were alot of laughs, and by the end of the night vini had been beaten some 50 times and rapped a few more, wouldn't shut up. One advice, never try to watch tv with vini, he doesn't like ANYTHING, damned fagget, keeps complaining about everything, and has NO clue of what's going on around the world when it comes to modern culture...and plus, he kept wanting to see men on tv, "oh lets see who tath guy is, put it in the Tom Cruise one, look at that guy"...fag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111412256756754572?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111412256756754572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111412256756754572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111412256756754572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111412256756754572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-of-those.html' title='One of those'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111386086020484942</id><published>2005-04-18T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:47:40.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ball park</title><content type='html'>Today i played softball ( i know it's not baseball, but i couldn't do much about it) It was quite fun, my team won, i think i made two points, but the freakin tree that's over the field must've held some 4 balls of mine, pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad part was having to stay in school till 6 after it... but went by a bit fast, just sat back and talked to Luiz O. for most of the time, then watched a bit of the soccer practice while listening to Aerosmith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got addicted to aerosmith, got a cd from my sister (thx again)  and cant's top listening to it... you know, the whole new cd drama. Gotta love it, hehe. And it's quite good, i didn't know they made such good songs. Hmmm...that's it, buy their cds i guess, give them money, they deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111386086020484942?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111386086020484942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111386086020484942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111386086020484942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111386086020484942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/take-me-out-to-ball-park.html' title='Take me out to the ball park'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111366166658985961</id><published>2005-04-16T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T09:27:46.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Show</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's talent show was a success, trully. The money we got out of it was more then 2 times what i had expected, or i think, what anybody had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i didn't tell everybody about it, but some things are just better not seen by family member...haha.&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay the whole damned afternoon at school, rehearsed most of the time, but also helped put up drums, and sound sistems. Also baked the best brownie i've eaten in the last years. I ended up performing in three different acts.&lt;br /&gt;First up, was the back street boys acting. This, for everybody who missed it, was the show of the year..haha. Me and some boys got that song "I want it that way" (i think that's the name, and i DO know it sucks, don't worry) and we lip-sang it, while doing gay faces and gestures. The ppl loved it, it was hilarious, as soon as the curtains opened ppl were alredy screaming...HAHA. And we got some nice complements out of it, so i'm guessing it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil while later i was up there again, this time behind the drums. I played two songs w/ some friends, we made up the name of the band as Earl.... just an amercian, white trash, trucker, hehe ... we opened up with some Blues, that we made up, lil shuffle. I know most people aren't really into that, but the ones that like it said it was good, and i think it was as well. And after the shuffle, we played "Saw You Saying" dos Raimundos. This, was a fun song, cuz it's piss easy to play, and most of the people knew it, so i got that happy feeling, hearing everybody screaming the lyrics, makes ya feel really damned good. That show rocked as well, i'd say, but behind the drums everything is different, so i gotta find some1 who taped it and copy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some minutes later, i went back up w/ Oblation, my actual band. Since we had only rehearsed once this year, we decided to play our old songs, and put a new one in. So we opened up w/ Paranoid - Black Sabbath, and i think it didn't go all that bad, but this time i didnt really hear anythin, like ppl or band, so i have no clue how it was, i just went into my lil world, and drummed like hell. Next song was Smoke on the Water - DeepPurple, this song i think is the one that ppl liked the most, but i made a huge mistake in the middle, just hope not many ppl noticed..hehe, i sort of skipped part of the song, but we managed to cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of my performance. There was some really good stuff going on there as well. Oblation got the award of best band, back street boys didn't win...well cuz there was no reason for it, hehe, but we got "destaque" of the talent show...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talent show i went w/ my sis and Fabio to catch a movie, exept there were no movies to catch, so we ended up eating at PIZZA HUT!! yea! it just opened at pier! Should've seen my face when i saw it...righ at the entrance. It's really damned good, the service there is good, we didnt have to wait that long either to get in, or for the pizza, and the place is really cool. A bit expensive, but then again, what isn't now a days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good, long, long, day... hope everybody got out as well as i did (haha, although i have almost no voice, and a runny nose...wuahahahha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111366166658985961?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111366166658985961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111366166658985961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111366166658985961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111366166658985961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/talent-show.html' title='Talent Show'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111343663756751166</id><published>2005-04-13T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:57:17.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson for life</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm here to tell you now each and ev'ry mother's sonYou better learn it fast; you better learn it young,'Cause, "Someday" Never Comes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everytime you say , someday i'll do this, keep that in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111343663756751166?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111343663756751166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111343663756751166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111343663756751166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111343663756751166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/lesson-for-life.html' title='Lesson for life'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111333356535324071</id><published>2005-04-12T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:19:25.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello sucks</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to update my blog with a picture of my class, but Hello won't help me. It itsn't working, keeps saying there was an error, and i really don't feel like figuring what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really no news right now, been going to school, no homeworks, did good on some exams, bad on others, and some just usual grade, so, really no news there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School itself is getting worse by the second, there are the good moments, of course, but i can't stop thinking "this has to end, this has to end..." but we're almost there now!!! And it seems that we're gonna have our exams one week earlier, so instead of 40 something days, only a month!!! Rock on!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111333356535324071?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111333356535324071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111333356535324071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111333356535324071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111333356535324071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-sucks.html' title='Hello sucks'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111315010294893737</id><published>2005-04-10T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T11:21:42.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>The D2 concert could've been much better. I had some fun at the beginning of it, and before the concert as well. But it took too damned long. There was too much sucky music before he started playing, and too much dust. Guess that's sort of the reason that when he went on stage i was already a bit down, and vini completely...wuahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the overall, i didn't like it, and should've have spent that much money on it... but what's done is done, no need to be crying bout this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsel at Joao P.'s place rocked, it was quite good, we didn't get any of the songs in perfect shape, but we started i think four of them already. Gotta give a special thx to Sophia (a.k.a. stylish girl)  for lending us her base, but i'm sure she'll have what to tell her friends for over a month... watching a rehearsel of us. I think we made her month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, onto sunday... the worse day of all, where i haven't slept much, i'm pretty damned tired, and still have to do homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111315010294893737?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111315010294893737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111315010294893737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111315010294893737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111315010294893737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111306082006027125</id><published>2005-04-09T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:33:40.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>Don't watch it... that's a very good council to all of yall. The movie "Hero" blows! It is very beautiful, very well done, very very artistic, but it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;The fights are all repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same character dies some 50 times during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be some dumb people in the movies who sit behind ya, that don't have to ask their boyfriend if the part where they walk on water is true or not.... yes it did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good for sleeping, the only reason i didn't sleep was cuz i was scared of ending up w/ my head on the fat guy next to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tonight's concert, sure hope it's worth the money. I'm not a big fan of any of the bands, and even hate some, that will play there. But i'm hoping that w/ the company of some friends it can be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111306082006027125?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111306082006027125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111306082006027125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111306082006027125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111306082006027125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111290019062978781</id><published>2005-04-07T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:56:30.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshing</title><content type='html'>Well, got alotta different opinions on the lil poem... basicaly some people liked it, the homophobs said it was gay, but deep inside they wished they could write like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, senior skip day, was trully refreshing. I watched all the tv i was missing form weeks of no tv, wrote some stuff i had to get off of my head for months, read some good stuff to pass the time. After all that, ate by myself, which can be good every now and then. And ran for a very very very good time, hadn't done that since december. So now, it think i'll start this next bimester on the right pace, with the right ideas in my head... fresh from the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what else to write... i'm listening to Cold Play right now, and they're really really good, the songs sort of make you wonder off, it's quite good, especially if you have to write an essay or something like that. If you don't have any of their cds, buy one, worth the money for sure. And for the people that wanna get to know some good, old fashioned music, the other day i bought a Buddy rich cd, it's amazingly wonderful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111290019062978781?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111290019062978781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111290019062978781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111290019062978781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111290019062978781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/refreshing.html' title='Refreshing'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111282233430337919</id><published>2005-04-06T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T16:18:54.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumble</title><content type='html'>It's now over,&lt;br /&gt;A wiser voice spoke.&lt;br /&gt;No darkness will set in,&lt;br /&gt;You need not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, it has various ways&lt;br /&gt;It seems to you gone,&lt;br /&gt;Yet 'twill shine down&lt;br /&gt;You need not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no way out,&lt;br /&gt;Said I to him.&lt;br /&gt;The walls are down&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability flies around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, did it take to stand&lt;br /&gt;And only a second to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;Is that how it goes?&lt;br /&gt;Is that life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!, he thundered on me,&lt;br /&gt;That is not life,&lt;br /&gt;It's a lesson, only a lesson,&lt;br /&gt;And you have learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, go back,for,&lt;br /&gt;You were set free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111282233430337919?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111282233430337919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111282233430337919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111282233430337919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111282233430337919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/crumble.html' title='Crumble'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111274723586860003</id><published>2005-04-05T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:27:15.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom &amp; Huck</title><content type='html'>I was thinking, just a lil while ago, about so many things i could write. And finally i thought about Huck &amp; Tom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if many of you know their stories, if you don't, go after it, really worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while i was thinking of their story, i thought of how fun it must've been to live back in those days. When boys used to run away and stay a couple of nights away, and go into adventures, like seeking a treasure all the way off of ur city, and not worry about almost anything... Must've been really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, that's what blogs are for i guess, putting down the freaky thought that you have during the day...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111274723586860003?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111274723586860003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111274723586860003' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111274723586860003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111274723586860003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/tom-huck.html' title='Tom &amp; Huck'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111257252309941789</id><published>2005-04-03T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:55:23.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an old fella</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the pope is dead, so what? Did you know him? Did he ever do anythin good for ya? The guy tryed to make ppl not use condoms anymore!!! I'm sure he was a very good hearted man and all, but he was just another old person in the world, with no sons, no wife, and died... life goes on doesn't it? I'm sure he's glad, if he's in heaven right now, that he finaly died. And seriously, why are people standing around at St. Peter's square crying? They never met the guy! They should be happy for him, i understand if you pray for him not to suffer while he's "dying", but now that he's happy, let's enjoy our short period of staying in this beautiful world. I know alotta people might say like: You're only saying this cuz you hate the church. In a way, i'm sure i am, but in another, it's just the hard cold truth... there will be others taking his place soon. Just be happy for whatever good he did to the world... bu the's just an old fella who passed away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111257252309941789?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111257252309941789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111257252309941789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111257252309941789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111257252309941789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-old-fella.html' title='Just an old fella'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111239973542314120</id><published>2005-04-01T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:55:35.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that all about?</title><content type='html'>That was the question that did not leave my head as i ran my eyes through my chemestry exam. It was just like in movies, i looked at it and just thought, in this exact same order: "Fuck...", "Blank", "What's that all about?". And after noticing i didn't know how to do half of the questions, started inventing ways to solve problems... one's gotta do what he can right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was rather fun. Went to Luiz O.'s house play videogame... we must've played some 5 hours straight, and now my thumb is about to fall off, but sure was worth it, didn't give me time to wonder off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the weekend, sure hope i can do something fun, might start rehearsing again w/ the band, that would trully rock, something i really feel like doing ever since the Lenny show, just imagening myself up there, oh man that must rock! But as for 2morrow night, there are a couple of options, so still gotta check up on that, if anybody has any ideas of what to do, lemme know. &lt;br /&gt;Specially for gus, think a bit more about the cartoons b4 u comment on them....&lt;br /&gt;For the few ppl that read this and that are in my school, just a couple of 40 days... that's it... and we're free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111239973542314120?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111239973542314120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111239973542314120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111239973542314120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111239973542314120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-that-all-about.html' title='What&apos;s that all about?'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111222844104296736</id><published>2005-03-30T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:20:41.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/640/calvin1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/calvin1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, haven't got much to post, so i figured i'd give ppl a lil reason to laugh... gotta love Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111222844104296736?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111222844104296736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111222844104296736' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111222844104296736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111222844104296736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-havent-got-much-to-post-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111205222631765545</id><published>2005-03-28T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:23:46.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/640/8c0c.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/8c0c.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what eastern is all about (appart from the chocolate). It's about dressing funny, and making your 19 year old sister laugh more at you then your 2 year old cousin... what's wrong with that picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111205222631765545?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111205222631765545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111205222631765545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111205222631765545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111205222631765545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-what-eastern-is-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111194090241095798</id><published>2005-03-27T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:28:22.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/640/80fe1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/80fe1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is known as the getaway cone. As the night was coming to an end, Raquel and Fabio hear the cone's cry for help, and don't hesitate in helping the poor cone. And for those who wonder what came out of this getaway, the cone is now resting safely next to my bed, you may all sleep well tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111194090241095798?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111194090241095798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111194090241095798' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111194090241095798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111194090241095798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/that-my-friends-is-known-as-getaway.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111179275444988906</id><published>2005-03-25T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:19:14.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different kinda fun</title><content type='html'>I will not bore yall w/ my feelings at the moment, for almost everybody that reads this blog have already heard me complainingy...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the day was quite fun, for those who participated in it, thx. The movie constantine is hilarious, thought i don't think it's supposed to be. Have to admint that towards the end i was rather a bit sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday, different day, really. Started as one of them great days, getting dissed by my friends grandma... wuahahahaha, and after it a bit of redshot, just to get the brain started, hehe. The Monty Python movie was funny/terrible, hehe, some scenes i don't think i'll ever forget, like the bunny killin that guy, or the historian being sliced up, and of course, Lancelet in his frenzy killing everybody. The "button soccer" would've been better if vini hadn't cheated so much, but i'm sure fabio will never forget my goal... hehe&lt;br /&gt;And then the weirdest part of the day came, we played soccer at the court at vini's quadra for a very good part of the night. I was even starting to believe i was good at it... just so you have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess the key for my life at the moment is to keep busy, and i'm tryin my best. If anybody has any ideas of things to do 2morrow, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111179275444988906?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111179275444988906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111179275444988906' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111179275444988906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111179275444988906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/different-kinda-fun.html' title='Different kinda fun'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111144962372908513</id><published>2005-03-21T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:00:23.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock</title><content type='html'>I believe that is my situation right now, where the truth just doesn't sink in... where you put it aside thinkin it can only be a dream, and as you tell yourself, it's not a dream, you break down and cry. Really bad sensation, but i guess it's life. It's like i always said, everytime something really good happens, something bad has to happen to balance it out. Most of you already know what i'm talking about, and those who don't won't take long to find out.&lt;br /&gt;And what really sucks is that all of the councils you get sound so useless and stupid, but yet to caring. I just wish i could go away, to somewhere really far, and start from scratch you know? Running from the truth... that's what i wanna do, don't care if its weak, or ignorant, it's the only thing i want right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111144962372908513?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111144962372908513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111144962372908513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111144962372908513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111144962372908513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/shock.html' title='Shock'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111132596719071378</id><published>2005-03-20T10:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T08:39:27.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and downs</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the day had some really good times, the bbq was a sucess, good clean fun, and the conert was good as well.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that made the concert rock was me first throwing that huge ball out of the "concert" and gettin booed by some couple of hundred of ppl, and right after kicking it right onto a photographer... wuahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Lenny's band rocks, that was the best part of the concert i guess, listening to the band, even though the drummer was held back... didn't like Lenny himself, too cocky, always trying to take other ppls "turn". And he's really freaky... can't see where some ppl got the idea that he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;And even though i had all that fun, still had my reasons to sleep badly this night.... some people might understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111132596719071378?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111132596719071378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111132596719071378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111132596719071378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111132596719071378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/ups-and-downs_20.html' title='Ups and downs'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111132573388631932</id><published>2005-03-20T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T08:35:33.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111132573388631932?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111132573388631932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111132573388631932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111132573388631932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111132573388631932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and downs'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111109497759921543</id><published>2005-03-17T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T16:29:37.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at school</title><content type='html'>yes it's almost over... just some 52 days according to our official calender dude, hehe. But it's still getting worse and worse. I get home everyday and the drill is always the same, some half an hour of resting, and start the homework, right now for example, i'm supposed to be studying the stuppidest part of portuguese literature, but here i am, trying to take the most time off as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i skipped school, and damned how it felt good, doing nothing the whole day long, just sitting by myself at home, no one to disturb me, nothing to do! Too good... too good i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the subject, what are the odds of this: In my whole life, i don't remember ONCE the gasoline of the car i was in go out, but just this week it happened twice! Twice!!!! Must be some kind of a sign for something, if anybody has a clue, let me know... and no i did not win the lottery, fu*king A!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111109497759921543?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111109497759921543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111109497759921543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111109497759921543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111109497759921543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-at-school.html' title='Life at school'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111091559163602792</id><published>2005-03-15T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:39:51.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Food</title><content type='html'>To me, one of the greatest things of life, is music. It's one of the things that, when good, just gets me in the mood for almost anything (not involving gay feelings of course). I often even find myself just sitting down, staring at a wall, and listening, with all of my "soul" to the music, hearing every little detail, tryin to understand what it is about that specific song that makes me feel the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;            The other day, my brother found a cd of Creedence Clearwater Revival. They certantly aren't the best band ever to be seen, but it's just that now-a-days music is not made that way, music no longer has the feeling and passion, no longer can you listen to music and get lost in it. It is very rare to see a song that makes you re-think your life. And that, is the kind of music i love.&lt;br /&gt;           Most people tend to tell me i should open my mind for new music, but seriously, i don't want to. Music sucks now, everything is made to please the most people possible, not to set your feelings into it.&lt;br /&gt;           And this feeling that i have towards music, love i guess, is the only thing that keeps me wanting to have a band, and play real music, old school music, the type that will start in the bars of unknow city, and take the whole world off their feet some years later, I want to see people rushing into cd stores crazy for that one cd where all of their lives are expressed, where each note played thrills them...&lt;br /&gt;            But instead people are buying cds from stupid rappers that are cabable or rhyming only, have no clue of what music is, have no respect for the first african-amercians that started the rock, the blues, the sould music, for those were the true musicians. Shame on our generation, that's what i say, shame on us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111091559163602792?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111091559163602792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111091559163602792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111091559163602792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111091559163602792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/soul-food.html' title='Soul Food'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111050052021529082</id><published>2005-03-10T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:22:00.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible week</title><content type='html'>This week, as the title sugested, hasn't been one of the gretest... Fabio came back, and i'm very very happy about that, really made me feel a bit better. But on the other hand, EVERYDAY we have a stupid meeting to hear about some useless topic in school. Can't take that anymore! Such a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is that this week i have been really nervous (according to some trustworthy sources), and that just wrecks w/ the week.&lt;br /&gt;And to top all off, i was biten by a bee on my boob!!! Believe it or not, still hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll just look forward to this weekend, although the BBQ was just canceled, which was a big part of my weekend, i think i can still manage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111050052021529082?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111050052021529082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111050052021529082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111050052021529082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111050052021529082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/terrible-week.html' title='Terrible week'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-111039596931879754</id><published>2005-03-09T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:19:29.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror</title><content type='html'>During my english class today, we discussed fear. And that got me thinking about various reasons to be afraid of things, and reasons not to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is being afraid of the dark so silly? "The dark" is something misterious, something unknown, where anything could live, or happen, if something was to happen in the dark, you would never know, even though you might hear something, you would have no way to confirm that what you saw. I admit I am a bit scared of being in the dark, especially alone, I never chose to be, but one can't control feelings...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The next topic in our discussion was afraid of height. Again I had to admit i shared that fear, and when you stop to consider it, being afraid of heights is one of the smartest things a body could "tell" you to do, for it is a reaction that's trying to save your life. When you are somewhere high, if anything went wrong, your chances of survival are close to zero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my opinion, then, some frights are quite smart and logical, others, of course, are sick- literally, for example being afraid of germs... not opening doors, not opening letters. Stop to think of what you are afraid of, and try to find some logic in it, if it doesn't come to you, stop being afraid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-111039596931879754?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/111039596931879754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=111039596931879754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111039596931879754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/111039596931879754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/terror.html' title='Terror'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110996648888958717</id><published>2005-03-04T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:01:28.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one gone</title><content type='html'>Well, another end of week, with this one i'm getting closer. Closer to what you might ask... i have no clue, but i'm sure its getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Marina's b-day, so of course we should all congratulate her on making another year, which i'm sure was full of laughter (i could hear it from my room...) and sadness, stress and joy, but must've been good, so happy b-day to you, wether you read this or not.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, ..., not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110996648888958717?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110996648888958717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110996648888958717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110996648888958717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110996648888958717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-one-gone.html' title='Another one gone'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110979054267623828</id><published>2005-03-02T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:09:02.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not a poet&lt;br /&gt;For i do not live a poet's life&lt;br /&gt;I don't write as swift as a knife&lt;br /&gt;I don't stay up till late at night&lt;br /&gt;Nor do i get into any fight&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the beauty in all&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how to fall&lt;br /&gt;I do not drink at whisky bars&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of big cars&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i was Al Capone&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;And i have no more words to rhyme with sight&lt;br /&gt;I write like a little kid&lt;br /&gt;That's what i concluded...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110979054267623828?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110979054267623828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110979054267623828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110979054267623828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110979054267623828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-not-poet-for-i-do-not-live-poets.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110963136523737437</id><published>2005-02-28T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:56:05.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong?</title><content type='html'>Defenetly there is something wrong. After being called a nerd a couple of times by my girlfriend, i finally see it, still not enjoying being called such a thing, i have began to study every day. I know it's something good, but it was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing isn't that i'm a nerd, it's more that the whole class does not study.... that simple.&lt;br /&gt;So i'd say nothing's wrong with me at the moment, they are the ones that suck. Losers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110963136523737437?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110963136523737437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110963136523737437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110963136523737437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110963136523737437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-wrong.html' title='What&apos;s wrong?'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110935999069306407</id><published>2005-02-25T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:33:10.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/640/Frias%202%20035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/Frias%202%20035.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. That's what it expresses. The simple joy of jumping like a little girl towards the sea. A dunk adult, just waiting for his next fine brasilian beer. That's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110935999069306407?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110935999069306407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110935999069306407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110935999069306407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110935999069306407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110919615258620199</id><published>2005-02-23T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T17:02:32.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Well ppl, i gotta thank you for noticing about the template, but there's a problem with it, it's supposed to have a picture on the left column, like a shady pict on the background, i have it saved in my pc, but i have no clue how to set it there, so if any ideas come along, plz leave a comment helping me... thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110919615258620199?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110919615258620199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110919615258620199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110919615258620199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110919615258620199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110901370957912906</id><published>2005-02-21T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:21:49.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the way</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how I’m gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t play with you no more,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how I’m gonna do what mama told me,&lt;br /&gt;My friend, the boy next door.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe what people saying&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna let your hair hang down,&lt;br /&gt;I’m satisfied to sit here working all day long,&lt;br /&gt;You’re in the darker side of town.&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m out I see you walking,&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t your eyes see me,&lt;br /&gt;Could it be you’ve found another game to play,&lt;br /&gt;What did mama say to me.*that’s the way,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that’s the way it ought to be,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, mama say&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way it ought to stay.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I saw you standing by the river,&lt;br /&gt;And weren’t those tears that filled your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying,&lt;br /&gt;Had they got you hypnotized?&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,&lt;br /&gt;But all that lives is born to die.&lt;br /&gt;And so I say to you that nothing really matters,&lt;br /&gt;And all you do is stand and cry.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to say about it,&lt;br /&gt;When all you ears have turned away,&lt;br /&gt;But now’s the time to look and look again at what you see,&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way it ought to stay?&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way it oughtta be&lt;br /&gt;Oh don’t you know now&lt;br /&gt;Mama said.. that’s the way it’s gonna stay, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of ppl posting songs, so i figured i should do it once as well, this is a song i trully love by Led Zeppelin, called That's the way, it's one of the most beautiful acoustic songs i think were ever made... if u don't know it, listen to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110901370957912906?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110901370957912906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110901370957912906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110901370957912906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110901370957912906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/thats-way.html' title='That&apos;s the way'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110868134401226289</id><published>2005-02-17T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:02:24.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire!</title><content type='html'>Today i was introduced to a pagan cerimony of making fire. The guy that did it was tripping, for sure, either that or he deeply believes all he talked about. He tought us how to make fire w/ wood, explained all the symbols behind it. The stick represents the man, the place u rub it on is the woman... and their junction makes the fire in the nest (a fuffly thing of wood) and to finalize it you need the blow of life. And boom, you have fire. I liked the "presentation" just think the ppl there got a lil carried away... but what can i say, believe what you will right?&lt;br /&gt;After the whole fire thing and a long silent walk over the jungle.... in this walk i imagined myself in some samurai army going through the jungle ready to ambush the sleeping foe, we coulnd't make any noise in there, although some ppl couldn't help themselves, i tried as much as i could, and i swear i didn't make much noise either! guess in my head i had fun there... but after that we ate, and went over to plant some trees, this was the boring part. I just sat and watched ppl making holes and puttin plants in there...&lt;br /&gt;But the best of all was yet to come... the sleep on the bus after a long day under the sun. That was good, that was good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110868134401226289?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110868134401226289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110868134401226289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110868134401226289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110868134401226289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/fire.html' title='Fire!'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110859553952703538</id><published>2005-02-16T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:12:19.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/640/Frias%202%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/Frias%202%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good life.... oh how i miss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110859553952703538?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110859553952703538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110859553952703538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110859553952703538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110859553952703538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-life.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110842159409474695</id><published>2005-02-14T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:53:14.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>Today i found out that valentine's day is the day in which St. Valentine was decapitated... anyways, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;My table got here, and i have to say it rocks, really helped my room, and ithink it will be good for school as well, now i can study somewhere i feel confortable in.&lt;br /&gt;School is back once again, damnit... and i did not get into Unb, but then again, i already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;Well then... happy valentine's day! specially to my g/f, of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110842159409474695?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110842159409474695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110842159409474695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110842159409474695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110842159409474695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110821981234534947</id><published>2005-02-12T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T09:50:12.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin</title><content type='html'>I just love it when great days come out of nowhere, when you aren't expecting it even a lil bit, you even think the day would be terrible, and you spend the whole day having fun, that was yesterday, although in the end we missed the movie, it was still great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought the table for my room, so now it's almost complete, it will prolly get here on monday, and it's gonna be quite fun, i think the room will look more like a room with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody has any CDs that they think i might like, and if you can, lend me them, just for like a day or two, just wanna get more songs for my pc... thx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110821981234534947?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110821981234534947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110821981234534947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110821981234534947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110821981234534947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/chillin.html' title='Chillin'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110806326180437424</id><published>2005-02-10T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:21:01.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't it funny</title><content type='html'>I really find it cool how in life, always, when something happens to you, you start hearing about it all over the place. Nothing really interesting happened to me really, but just this little thing made me realize how much it's true.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i did was open a bank account, and the first thing i see when i come back from it, Natasha's post about big ppl, and then on tv, on the news, everywhere you start hearing about ppl becoming older, and booom, it hits you, YOU ARE GETTING OLD! But i'm not one of them ppl that mind that, i've alwas wanted to be older, always dreamed about it, and i guess it's finally coming through, and hey, i'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last days have been good, except for not being able to get into U.K. w/ raquel, that was just sad, freakin security ppl, can't let a good music apreciator through... oh well, that's life, but i had fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if the minigolf is still opened, but if it is, everybody should go to it, i've always been a minigolf lover, and i tell ya it's worth it! Especially since here in brasilia there are none...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110806326180437424?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110806326180437424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110806326180437424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110806326180437424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110806326180437424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/aint-it-funny.html' title='Ain&apos;t it funny'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110782280919668877</id><published>2005-02-07T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:33:29.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A very interesting day a while ago, i think i've posted this picture before, but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/Everybody%20in%20Chapada!.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/Everybody%20in%20Chapada!.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110782280919668877?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110782280919668877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110782280919668877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110782280919668877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110782280919668877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/very-interesting-day-while-ago-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110774370565576993</id><published>2005-02-06T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:39:23.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What carnival in brasilia is all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lotta bbq&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad music, or no music at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vomit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peao sem camisa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notes taken during carnival at 203 sul, by Rod and Vini, for more information, please call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110774370565576993?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110774370565576993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110774370565576993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110774370565576993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110774370565576993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-carnival-in-brasilia-is-all-about.html' title='What carnival in brasilia is all about'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110747437726200409</id><published>2005-02-03T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:46:17.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's london baby!</title><content type='html'>You know the feeling of waking up and not seeing any light outside? Or going to sleep w/ rain, waking up the next day and still hearing it? Well that's what we're feelin here in brasilia, or at least in the deserted south side of it known as Park "away"... i really do love rain, yet when you're waking up at 6:30, it's not the best of friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has began, and it wasn't a very smart move from the school's office. Instead of giving us a week after we're done w/ school to keep going to it, they give us the week b4 carnival to start school w/... in other words, i've just wasted a whole week of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i have passed the school stage, yet i don't think that matters, i'm gonna try hard to study this simester and learn alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i learned alot about relationships, i learned one has to really compromise, and for every relationship to work each person has to participate 50% in it, and of those 50% you have to give 100%, and that in my case it's really more then worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this week might end better then it began, i feel that something good is about to come... really do, for all of us that are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110747437726200409?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110747437726200409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110747437726200409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110747437726200409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110747437726200409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-london-baby.html' title='It&apos;s london baby!'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110703919330874083</id><published>2005-01-29T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:53:13.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-starting life</title><content type='html'>After what seemed like the best vacation i've ever had, life begins to take it's routes again. School begins in two days, and i seriously do not want to go back there, really wish i passed in the vestibular, but i deeply doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;Now all of the silly projects from my school will start, along w/ the speeches of the teachers, and the silliness of my colegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was wonderfully great. Beautiful days I had there, sunny, hot, hot water, there was no Axé music over there, only Argentines in the city, though there are loads of "quebra-molas" on the streets i couldn't care less about them. I went to the trip a bit scared of traveling w/ Nana's family, didn't really know what to expect once i got there, but it was wonderful really, very fun family, sure they joked around w/ me a bit, and sure they have a bit of weirdness ehre and there (hehe) but we all do. Once she arrives i'll post up some picts of the beaches and city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i just have to set my brain into Back to school mode, but i think these last 6 months will be the easiest of my life, something just tells me that. Hope i'm right hu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110703919330874083?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110703919330874083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110703919330874083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110703919330874083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110703919330874083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/01/re-starting-life.html' title='Re-starting life'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110687093382281613</id><published>2005-01-27T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:08:53.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Back in BSB, i'll update better later, don't feel like writting w/ Vini by myside, some ppl will understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110687093382281613?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110687093382281613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110687093382281613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110687093382281613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110687093382281613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/01/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110530532127949829</id><published>2005-01-09T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T16:15:21.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>Nothing like the feeling of getting something REALLY bad off of your sholders, and looking forward to your trip to some beautiful tropical beach! Nothing better I tell ya... Not much to say, i'm not quite sure how i did on this day of exam, only thing i know is that it didn't go as well as planned, it was  HUGE exam, 180 items, 15 "tipo B" really exausting and + biology, the subject i suck the most on, was extremely hard, no silly questions about drugs, or pregnancy, or evolution... juts hope i did at least OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when i'll be travelling, so not sure when to post telling all of my fans (WUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) that i'm travelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110530532127949829?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110530532127949829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110530532127949829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110530532127949829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110530532127949829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110521530271505059</id><published>2005-01-08T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:15:02.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living nightmare</title><content type='html'>How would you suppose it feels to be in a room, where if someone calls the name Rodrigo, some 20 people answer to it. After about half an hour in there the only thing you hear, other then the vent would be people having problems with their snot. Nobody is allowed to look away from you desk, which happens to be the size of my hand, and you have only enough space to stretch a bit of your leg.&lt;br /&gt;That's what i felt like today, doing the god damn Unb Vestibular. They expect us to be machines, it's amazing. My example is simple, after some 3 hours doing my exam i finish my essay, tired as hell, and think, well let's count how many right and wrong questions i have in my paper. As i add up all the right ones to write it down, boom, i write it on the only place i couldn't, and because of that i probably won't get into college for the next 6 months. I just hope i get a LOAD of wrong questions, because then, at lesat, i won't be blaiming myself for the silly misake i did... hope everybody out there had a better afternoon then I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110521530271505059?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110521530271505059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110521530271505059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110521530271505059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110521530271505059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/01/living-nightmare.html' title='Living nightmare'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110511408756069119</id><published>2005-01-07T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T11:08:07.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin &amp; Harold</title><content type='html'>Calvin -  Oh, mãe? Eu acabei de me lembrar. Uma mulher te telefonou uma hora atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe - Você anotou o nome e o número?&lt;br /&gt;C - Não...&lt;br /&gt;M - Bem, como é que eu vou ligar de volta para ela?!&lt;br /&gt;C - Você não precisa, ela ainda está na linha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dream right now is that i was more like Calvin... the kid is a genius and has the greatest ideas ever. Or at least i wish i was him when i was 10. That would've been good enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110511408756069119?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110511408756069119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110511408756069119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110511408756069119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110511408756069119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/01/calvin-harold.html' title='Calvin &amp; Harold'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110493875740617559</id><published>2005-01-05T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T10:25:57.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the odds?</title><content type='html'>The night before, her mom came to warn her that she had just payed a car ticket that was about one year late, and so the receit was inside the little leather pouch where the documents to the car are taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, as she is making her way to the Pier 21, the car is stopped, it seems Detran is doing a mass fund raising right on the side of the street. The young negro asks for the documents to the car, she, already a bit nervous, starts talking withought having anything asked, typical. And we wait for the verification of the documents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later the young fella  comes back explaining that she should have all the documents with her at all times, she "cries" a bit, and it's all over with, he let's her go. She gets to pier, and drops off her younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This younger brother expected to meet his girlfriend shortly, in maximun twenty minutes, for a movie. Fifty minutes later he receives a call: "Could you grab a taxi and come to the clube Nepo? Our car is gonna be taken in by the detran..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way the brother keeps thinking "What in the hells were they doing coming in from the south if they live WAY north...?" After picking them up, the girlfriend explains to him that the car, which belonged to her grandma, had 4 late tickets, did not have to document with the driver, her mom, along with a bunch of other problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now i don't really know what's harder to happen, my mom pay the ticket the night before we're stopped, or my girlfriend's mom miss the way to Pier, end up going to a blitz where she has nothing of what she should have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110493875740617559?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110493875740617559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110493875740617559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110493875740617559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110493875740617559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-are-odds.html' title='What are the odds?'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110481013024074052</id><published>2005-01-03T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:42:10.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs in the night!</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's the way to describe it... nothing as good as some great-old-fun, the really old style! Just getting together to play games! You ppl who haven't done it, or think that going out late to do stuff is the climax of your lives are really really wrong! Just call your buddies over, get some great games! (Master and Twister are recomended) That's how i could describe this night.&lt;br /&gt;The day was marked by my return to the tennis court, and some drummin... good day, coudl've been better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110481013024074052?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110481013024074052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110481013024074052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110481013024074052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110481013024074052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/01/laughs-in-night.html' title='Laughs in the night!'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110463733196054205</id><published>2005-01-01T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:42:11.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's over with</title><content type='html'>Well year over, not many great things about it. The new year's eve wasn't as bad as expected, I had some hopes for better food... but one can't have it all. I guess i should thank all of them ppl who have been there for me this last year... but as my memory is so bad i can't remember the ocasions to thank them for.&lt;br /&gt;All i can do now is have hope, and try to do better this year, and perhaps i'll start off well this weekend by doings amazingly well in the vestibular, ha, that would be trully amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Let's all pick up our Sly &amp; the family stone cd and listen to Que sera, sera... great song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of u ppl that stop by here have a wonderful year, full of happiness, money and health... and a lil more if u know what i mean... ha, right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110463733196054205?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110463733196054205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110463733196054205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110463733196054205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110463733196054205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2005/01/thats-over-with.html' title='That&apos;s over with'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110446660492677508</id><published>2004-12-30T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:16:44.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the year</title><content type='html'>I have to say this wasn't one of my greatest years... sure i had loads of laughs and so on, but still there was nothing AMAZINGLY cool about it, I can't remember one major thing that happened to my life during this year, so hopefully this next one will be better. Happy new year to all of you, hope everybody gets to have loads of fun next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110446660492677508?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110446660492677508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110446660492677508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110446660492677508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110446660492677508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/end-of-year.html' title='End of the year'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110428799830450756</id><published>2004-12-28T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:39:58.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life style</title><content type='html'>Today, after another movie session, i thought a bit about life and came to the conclusion that Sponge bob square pants is a life style, not only a cartoon, or a passion, it involves your whole life and makes you wonder... am i like sponge bob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110428799830450756?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110428799830450756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110428799830450756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110428799830450756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110428799830450756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-style.html' title='Life style'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110410651451968660</id><published>2004-12-26T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:15:14.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The after party</title><content type='html'>Well got myself some peace time to write here... seems like ages i haven't been on the pc, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the point of my life i left from was b4 christmas began. The first party happened here at my house, went better then expected i guess. There was some good food, my uncle brought the PS2, which happens to still be here, and well i got some really jiffy gifts!&lt;br /&gt;Next was at grannies... over at Don's house, i had a great time, ppl complained about it, but it hink it was the best christmas in the after-child part of my life, we had some great laughs, everybody got to talk to every1, couldn't have asked for more, exept for a bit mroe of gifts i guess...hehe, but i didn't mind, had fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;We came back to my house, me felipe and eduardo, played some underground2, till junkao left cuz he was a bit sick... I think i played w/ my bro till around 5 a.m. ... always good hehe.&lt;br /&gt;The next day i managed to cross the town over to colorado state, DF, to meet nana. Had a great time over there, really interesting family she has, really is, and also got more great gifts, along w/ a great company for the day, thx!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to see the incredibles in the movies... all the boys, raquel, luana, her friend... and bruno's g/f. Guess it was fun, we didnt do all that much other then laught at the movie.&lt;br /&gt;And today after lunch at Don's, redshot time, we had a great round of Age of Empires, had some fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, changing the subject, while riding in Junkao's car, he told me about once when he was watching the history of rock, when some1 was talking about techno music and he said something really interesting, i can't remember the exact words, but in mine it goes like this: Techno is the way out white ppl found to dance to, cuz the black music was too complicated for them, always changing, so white ppl made a type of music where the beat is always the same, and best of all, you don't need to know how to dance!&lt;br /&gt;Or in another men's version, (in my own words again) Music is like sex... you can't keep having sex on the same rhythm... doesn't work, and that's what techno is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110410651451968660?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110410651451968660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110410651451968660' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110410651451968660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110410651451968660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/after-party.html' title='The after party'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110406834407972808</id><published>2004-12-26T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T08:39:04.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold up</title><content type='html'>Haven't had much time to update, but soon i'll come and write about the useless stuff that has been going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110406834407972808?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110406834407972808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110406834407972808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110406834407972808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110406834407972808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/hold-up.html' title='Hold up'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110382977655865915</id><published>2004-12-23T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:22:56.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting better all the time</title><content type='html'>I love when things work out the way yo expected. When everything is going terribly wrong, when you can't find your way out, can't seen any ways to make it better. And then 3a.m. you receive that one phone call that just takes this huge weight off of your back, you feel your heart pumping much better, you start breathing fresher air... i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question i came across while reading this blog that should have researches on it, why do ppl name their sexual organs... mental problems? or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110382977655865915?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110382977655865915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110382977655865915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110382977655865915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110382977655865915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/getting-better-all-time.html' title='Getting better all the time'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110372617772220830</id><published>2004-12-22T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:36:17.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like the smell of napalm in the morning</title><content type='html'>Twas 10 a.m. as the sirens rang, and I had to make my way into my gunship Huey.&lt;br /&gt;All of the troops were sent out to patrol the river, for it was said the enemies were making their way towards home base.&lt;br /&gt;I and my co-pilot jumped on, turned on our radio station into War, and out we went, scouting every single inch of that god forskaen river looking for the tangos.&lt;br /&gt;Not long after we were under heavy fire, and returning it as well, anfibian tanks were all over, choopers ahead, men on the run.&lt;br /&gt;It had been a while since we had come into such hot zones, but we stuck there, we shot down two choppers, one tank and some men, before a missile hit our tale.&lt;br /&gt;There was time to jump from the chopper, and we safely landed inside the dense jungle, hidden from the enemies.&lt;br /&gt;We could go nowhere with so many of them all around us, and that's when it struck us, we'll have to call air support.&lt;br /&gt;"We need an air strike on my position, over" said I, "Copy that, roger and over" said they, and that's when it came, like a flying hell all over the jungle, an imense fire started right were we layd a second ago, we had not even a minute to run before the napalm began burning the VCs to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Not long after the aircavalry made sure we were okay, and brought us back to base, and it is from there i write to yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110372617772220830?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110372617772220830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110372617772220830' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110372617772220830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110372617772220830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/nothing-like-smell-of-napalm-in.html' title='Nothing like the smell of napalm in the morning'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110350207417437769</id><published>2004-12-19T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T19:21:14.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra</title><content type='html'>Oh! Sun Godess&lt;br /&gt;Wake my day with thy kiss.&lt;br /&gt;And light my heart with thy heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You arouse the ever resting roses&lt;br /&gt;And make my world blossom&lt;br /&gt;With thy never ending care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Sun Godess&lt;br /&gt;The birds sing, from thy voice&lt;br /&gt;And it is for you, that the melody flows through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You move the ever climbing waves&lt;br /&gt;And bring peace to my ever changing world,&lt;br /&gt;With thy loving heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Sun Godess&lt;br /&gt;Be mine this one night&lt;br /&gt;And rest your ever shining light...&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Be mine!&lt;br /&gt;                      Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110350207417437769?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110350207417437769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110350207417437769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110350207417437769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110350207417437769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/ra.html' title='Ra'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110337286742245321</id><published>2004-12-18T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T07:27:47.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And pissed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;... fucking great night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110337286742245321?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110337286742245321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110337286742245321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110337286742245321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110337286742245321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/forgot.html' title='Forgot'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110323257092861729</id><published>2004-12-16T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T16:29:30.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old ladies</title><content type='html'>It's happened again! I was inprisoned by 4 old ladies! I was supposed to know them, but didn't! They kept saying how much i grew, how good i looked, about when i was a little kid NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. A true nightmare. I had to do crossword puzzles for 2 hours straight, or else i might've just killed myself!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, happy b-day to Junkao, he might not look it, but just turned 20, loads of happiness for him, still waiting for his lil party on red shot...hahahaha (inside joke). I'll try to go to his lil party tonight, not sure twill be possible though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110323257092861729?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110323257092861729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110323257092861729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110323257092861729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110323257092861729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/old-ladies.html' title='Old ladies'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110306631344657313</id><published>2004-12-14T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:18:33.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>I've always enjoyed most forms of art, and very often thought of living for them, i guess the first of all was poetry.&lt;br /&gt;The life of a poet is not a very easy one, thought full of glory, I always found it beautiful the way true poets lived according to what they wrote, sometimes going around with no money, only with a pen and some paper. And for a period in my life, that seemed like a fun life, seeing all kind of places, analyzing them, writting about people you meet, things you see, and just living for that, and then, I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;I never really wanted to live as a painter, but i was always found painting to be one of the most beutiful things humans ever came to do. It's truly remakable the way good painters take what they see and put so much life and beauty into it. I've tried painting some earlier in my life, not that i'm that old, but i did try, never got much of the hang from it. And it's funny how i like so many paintings, yet i know name of almost none of the major paintors, and know nothing of styles.&lt;br /&gt;Next up, was music, rock and roll, that's what i wanted to live for, having the exitment of performing in front of thousands of people, who have come to see what you do, nothing else. Having the chance to go around the world playing your music, having fun on doing what you do best, that's what i wanted, and somehow, it all faded away, into a simpler life, one where i have only what i need, have time to do whatever i please, and yet not do much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110306631344657313?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110306631344657313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110306631344657313' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110306631344657313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110306631344657313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110279626886790980</id><published>2004-12-11T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T15:17:48.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Vacation is finally here, no more need to wake up so early, when the sun is not yet up, to move so moodly to school, where you'll have to sit through 7 hours of boring things you wish you never needed to learn.&lt;br /&gt;So far, vacations are okay, not at all what i was hoping it to be... knowing that I live so far away from civilization, my expectations was to play alot of PC and PS, watch loads of tv... but that ain't happening.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, because my PC has some serious issues, it's supposed to be a fast pc, being the newest over here, yet, it just doesn't seem to process things fast! I was expecting to start playing GTA3, borrowed it from vini, but that game, which runs in ANY pc, is slow in mine, if anybody can solve that problem, please speak!&lt;br /&gt;I also planned on re-starting my so long career in Diablo II, but seems i got bored of it, i just can't find the thrill i used to see in the game, which really sucks... considering it's the most addicting game in the world, and would very easely take me through all vacation. So the next option for PC is, of course, no other then RedShot... so i'll start 2morrow, sunday, with my cousin, and hopefully with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;As for the play station, i just don't really have a game for it i really wanna beat, when gustavo was here, i was playing his FF7, but he left, and i've beaten my FF8, so no fun there.&lt;br /&gt;TV, as usual, has nothing good on, so i just gave up on that one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with reading, so I'm considering starting with that, i've actually started the Da Vinci Code... read a couple of pages, hope i get into the story soon, or i'll just have to start doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110279626886790980?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110279626886790980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110279626886790980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110279626886790980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110279626886790980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110246908956833193</id><published>2004-12-07T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:24:49.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really did not expect all of that commenting out of a poem found in my literature book while studying for what might be the last exams of high school for me.... Well thx for the tips i guess... can't really discuss much w/ you guys about literature for i have not yet come to a high point in my literature knolegde, but.... There is one thing i can say that there should be no discussing about, and that is: The best rock band of all times, is of course, Led Zeppelin, and if there was any way for me to choose one person to be it would surely be one of them... and this time i give no one the right to argue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/LedZeppelin2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/LedZeppelin2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110246908956833193?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110246908956833193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110246908956833193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110246908956833193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110246908956833193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-really-did-not-expect-all-of-that.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110236786597320850</id><published>2004-12-06T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:17:45.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of words</title><content type='html'>I know most of ya don't really like reading poetry when you go into blogs... but i think this one is really pretty, and worth reading if you have the time, it's only part of a huge book... written by Álvares de Azevedo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era de noite: — dormias,&lt;br /&gt; Do sonho nas melodias,&lt;br /&gt; Ao fresco da viração,&lt;br /&gt; Embalada na falua,&lt;br /&gt; Ao frio clarão da lua,&lt;br /&gt; Aos ais do meu coração!&lt;br /&gt; Ah! que véu de palidez&lt;br /&gt; Da langue face na tez!&lt;br /&gt; Como teus seios revoltos&lt;br /&gt; Te palpitavam sonhando!&lt;br /&gt; Como eu cismava beijando&lt;br /&gt; Teus negros cabelos soltos!&lt;br /&gt; Sonhavas? — eu não dormia;&lt;br /&gt; A minh’alma se embebia&lt;br /&gt; Em tua alma pensativa!&lt;br /&gt; E tremias, bela amante,&lt;br /&gt; A meus beijos, semelhante&lt;br /&gt; Às folhas da sensitivas!&lt;br /&gt; E que noite! que luar!&lt;br /&gt; E que ardentias no mar!&lt;br /&gt; E que perfumes no vento!&lt;br /&gt; Que vida que se bebia&lt;br /&gt; Na noite que parecia&lt;br /&gt; Suspirar de sentimento!&lt;br /&gt; Minha rola, ó minha flor,&lt;br /&gt; Ó madresilva de amor,&lt;br /&gt; Como eras saudosa então!&lt;br /&gt; Como pálida sorrias&lt;br /&gt; E no meu peito dormias&lt;br /&gt; Aos ais do meu coração!&lt;br /&gt; E que noite! que luar!&lt;br /&gt; Como a brisa a soluçar&lt;br /&gt; Se desmaiava de amor!&lt;br /&gt; Como toda evaporava&lt;br /&gt; Perfumes que respirava&lt;br /&gt; Nas laranjeiras em flor!&lt;br /&gt; Suspiravas? que suspiro!&lt;br /&gt; Ai que ainda me deliro&lt;br /&gt; Entrevendo a imagem tua&lt;br /&gt; Ao fresco da viração,&lt;br /&gt; Aos ais do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt; Embalada na falua!&lt;br /&gt; Como virgem que desmaia,&lt;br /&gt; Dormia a onda na praia!&lt;br /&gt; Tua alma de sonhos cheia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão pura, dormente,&lt;br /&gt; Como a vaga transparente&lt;br /&gt; Sobre seu leito de areia!&lt;br /&gt; Era de noite — dormias,&lt;br /&gt; Do sonho nas melodias,&lt;br /&gt; Ao fresco da viração;&lt;br /&gt; Embalada na falua,&lt;br /&gt; Ao frio clarão da lua,&lt;br /&gt; Aos ais do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110236786597320850?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110236786597320850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110236786597320850' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110236786597320850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110236786597320850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/beauty-of-words.html' title='Beauty of words'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110224842730014283</id><published>2004-12-05T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T07:07:07.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of days</title><content type='html'>Can you believe i have only 2 days left of school for this year? And maybe for the rest of my life! That's just great ain't it? PAS is over w/ now, wasn't as hard as it was expected... but who knows. Now it's only up to the next 4 exams and it's more then a month of doing nothing!! Long live vacation!!! Well and happy b-day for my cousin as well... not like she comes here, but if she does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110224842730014283?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110224842730014283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110224842730014283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110224842730014283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110224842730014283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/end-of-days.html' title='End of days'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110211670844815771</id><published>2004-12-03T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:31:48.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times Bad times</title><content type='html'>Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share;...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the neighbors say, I'm gonna love you each andevery day. You can feel the beat within my heart. Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say, good times bad times, 2morrow will prolly be one of the bad ones, PAS, so i dont feel like writting, some of you might understand it... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110211670844815771?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110211670844815771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110211670844815771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110211670844815771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110211670844815771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-times-bad-times.html' title='Good times Bad times'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110177190728337388</id><published>2004-11-29T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:45:07.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days gone by</title><content type='html'>Life, as i have said, is about the perfect moments&lt;br /&gt;Where all the flowers smell sweeter&lt;br /&gt;Where that one lolipop tastes much better!&lt;br /&gt;Where all the screams are of joy&lt;br /&gt;Where all the stares are of passion&lt;br /&gt;Where there is only terror of faling in love&lt;br /&gt;Where people surrender to love&lt;br /&gt;Where all are happy&lt;br /&gt;Where all are gay!&lt;br /&gt;So let the good times row! (Jimi) After all, does anybody remember laughter? (Plant) Surely hope so! (Rod) wuahahaha, k, thats enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110177190728337388?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110177190728337388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110177190728337388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110177190728337388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110177190728337388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/days-gone-by.html' title='Days gone by'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110159589239664199</id><published>2004-11-27T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:51:32.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love it when you have those terrible days? where nothing goes the way you planned? As i am a teenager to me it's called a crisis... if i were older it would be considered a bad day... so my crisis is basically like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up early... to find out the first plan isn't gonna work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get home to people stressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a very lousy, well it wasn't so bad the bbq, but the ppl there... terrible...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And find out that ur plans for after won't work either!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out to do something, and end up coming home some hours later having done nothing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting home and hearing from you physco dad, who should be in the military, about something so stupid and pointless....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that summarizes it... but living it really is much worse... trust me, oh yea, and to finish, i'm sick! Just keeps getting better all the time.... that's what the beatles thought, i guess maybe for them, who were rich and very drugged, hope u ppl out there had a better time then I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110159589239664199?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110159589239664199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110159589239664199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110159589239664199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110159589239664199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/once-again.html' title='Once again'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110132744654516248</id><published>2004-11-24T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T15:17:26.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch time horror</title><content type='html'>Lunch Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going into the haunted house&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is dead&lt;br /&gt;It is said that in there lives a mouse&lt;br /&gt;Who has only half a head&lt;br /&gt;His tale, I heard, is very hairy&lt;br /&gt;The yellow eyes will make you scream&lt;br /&gt;There is a scent of cherry&lt;br /&gt;As you stare in that horrible dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is broken down&lt;br /&gt;There is even a bloody step&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure not to drown&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say I didn’t say so, chap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom where we’ll slide in&lt;br /&gt;With the ragged cobweb dusty bed&lt;br /&gt;Ten people must have died in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think the mouse is all&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the zombie down there&lt;br /&gt;Just try not to go and fall&lt;br /&gt;For, of you, he will surely take good care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if for you that is too much&lt;br /&gt;And you just wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Then we can just grab some lunch&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m very scared, Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well this is one of the lil poems i wrote for my english project, it's a poem for children, just to compete with natasha's blog! wuahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110132744654516248?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110132744654516248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110132744654516248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110132744654516248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110132744654516248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/lunch-time-horror.html' title='Lunch time horror'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110116735873685214</id><published>2004-11-22T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T18:49:18.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I've been having little time to update here.... well not little time, but not many oportunities to waste time on updating, there are loads of school works and exams to study for, i was supposed to start stuying for the PAS, which happens to be next week, but had to go to the doctor, so 2morrow i should start on that... dunno when i'll come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110116735873685214?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110116735873685214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110116735873685214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110116735873685214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110116735873685214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110096738462443613</id><published>2004-11-20T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T11:16:24.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really unexpected night twas... most ppl that read that blog know about it, so there's really no point on mentioning it, but it was fun, sometimes so fun it hurt my belly. Don't have anything to say right now... not on the mood! Oh and i took Taggy out, nobody was commenting and it made the blog slow to load...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110096738462443613?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110096738462443613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110096738462443613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110096738462443613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110096738462443613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110081329639641081</id><published>2004-11-18T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:28:16.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not this time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm begining to understand gambler's addiction's. Although playing the lottery is not considered gambling, for if it were it would be ilegal, it is very easy to get addicted to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everytime you buy a ticket you start thinking, well i'm sure i'll win, why wouldn't i? it'so easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And so everyday you buy a ticket you actually expect to win! Which doesn't normally happen, and everytime you see you lost, well let's just say it's a sad moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lights went out over here for a while....long while, and at those moments you notice how it would suck to have been born before lightbulbs, pcs and televisions were invented... god bless technology!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110081329639641081?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110081329639641081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110081329639641081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110081329639641081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110081329639641081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/not-this-time.html' title='Not this time...'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110047618929175589</id><published>2004-11-14T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T18:49:49.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The after party</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So after having such a great day something had to happen! Damn this world, hihi, well it must've been because of the food, for friday, the day after the trip, i passed the whole day sick, at night it got really bad, fever, some really weird dreams, and slept pretty badly!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On saturday the day was great again! Full of perfect moments! I even talked to my "sogrona" for a while and didn't even get all that scared! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outback is not a very good place to eat, unless you are overweight and very hungry, like haven eaten in the last 3 days or soemthing, really bad for your health, especially for me who was recovering from a fever! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In between outback and party here i went w/ my oh so lovely g/f to Fnac to buy her some cds and my dad a gift (which he seemed to be happy for getting!). Again full of perfect moments. I guess taht's what we gotta live for, pefect moments, focus on them, look for them, that should really make this a better place for us...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The party here was not that fun, but thx nana for coming, really saved me from the evil hands of Rafael! Although it was very boring, it was better then having a party here w/ no nana... so let's be thankful for what we got ppl!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Redshot is a wonderful place really, their new pcs are AMAZING, everybody should go there just to see them, they have like 40 games in each, and NO lag, none what so ever, things open in 2 seconds, everything works! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And nothing like shooting ppl from your helicopter while listening to the song "War" in battlefield vietnam, just sort of makes you forget about the world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But here's the realy deal: Why do rock stars always wanna be the "Back door man" have they got issues or something? I think that's like "Im gay" but in a hiddne way... think about THAT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110047618929175589?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110047618929175589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110047618929175589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110047618929175589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110047618929175589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-party.html' title='The after party'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-110021543128239696</id><published>2004-11-11T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T18:23:51.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good days</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good days are made basically of perfect moments, for as I learned in a movie i watched, there are no such thing as Perfect People, there are only Pefect Moments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today there were loads of perfect moments, so it was actually fun! Believe it or not! We walked alot, but i didn't mind! We swam in freezing water, but i didn't mind! We got around 2 hours late in school, but i didn't mind!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someday you have nothing to do, i guess you should visit a "Chapada" I had no clue what it would be like, to me it could've been like Vietnam and i wouldn't have found it weird...hehe. But it really is a beautiful place, full of green and life! The waterfalls are really pretty as well!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And now heading for a four day weekend, that should be great! Well looks like things are getting better. It's getting better, all the time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Song of the day is J'Y Suis Jamias Allé, if you like relaxing songs, or songs to help you while you study or stuff like that, this is the one. And make sure to check out the picts!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-110021543128239696?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/110021543128239696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=110021543128239696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110021543128239696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/110021543128239696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-days.html' title='Good days'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109986228368684139</id><published>2004-11-07T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:18:03.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad days</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the worst things i have been experiencing these last weeks has been bad days, and i'm not the only one who can't take me having bad days anymore, it's getting quite annoying, so from now on, I am supposed to not bore myself anymore, shouldn't be that hard, i hope, but it will take practice! So if anybody has any ideas, just shoot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not such a bad weekend this was, friday night was.... and i had to wake up early on saturday, but the UN fair was not so bad, actually got to have some fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are looking for a good movie to watch, Taxi is worth it, went to watch it after seeing Dodgeball, not so great, well at least when compared to Taxi it isn't, and of course if your hungry and with some money left, just stop by Mc D's, always worth it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Typical sunday afternoon, exept for the unexpected guest, Luiz Otavio, happy as could be for he was driving, accompained by Bernardo....who didnt look all that good, especially with this bored face, weird ear ring, not very well shaved, messed up hair and glasses i had only seen once... well can't get much worse so that's good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And biology isn't all that hard! So i guess i might actually get a 6 tomorrow! Hip hip hurray for me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just filling you guys up on weekend, i'll put a pict from UN fair in the pictures seccion! Thx for dropping by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109986228368684139?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109986228368684139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109986228368684139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109986228368684139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109986228368684139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/bad-days.html' title='Bad days'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109952544039208443</id><published>2004-11-03T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:44:00.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things everyone's been through, and hate, but never end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once again for a little of my grandmother's party's, this time her birthday "party". The scene is known to all, I'm pretty sure, as i open the door shouts come from every corner of the house, the very high, killing, sound, that of course, could come from no other place then a child's mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As i first peek infront of me, I am almost blinded by the smiles coming from old women who aparently know you... thought you don't remember. I had the happiness to delay my "torture time" for my mom had forgoten the gift down in the car. I made my way as slow as one could, but my fate would come no matter how I acted, and so all i could do was prepare myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firstly I delt with my grandmother, who came with the fakest of smiles, must've learned it trying to be some beauty padget winner... don't think that ever happened though, she thanks me while I am dragged by her small but very strong arms towards that small dragged skin bag, with huge glasses and loads of lip stick. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazingly enough it seemed I never met this one, and so I was introduced the usual way: "Blablabla (as i can't remember her name) this is Rodrigo, Fernanda's smallest, look at how big he is!" What i keep thinking is: if she never met me, how can she know that I haven't been this big for like ten yeas now? Go figurel. Now this lady was very creepy, she came at me full speed, not stopping by any means, and the creepiest thing of all, she gave me three kisses, as if two of them wasn't enough already!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That over with things got a bit better, the other old lady present supposedly knew me, and I was ment to know her as well, just can't remember ever seeing that face in my life. This one was much easier for she probably knows people don't like all the fussing about how tall you got and all, she just shook my hand and said that i'm really handsome.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rest of the "party" was as predicted, not much food, really stupid jokes, and loads of boredom, but as I am about to go sleep, i'll stop the story here, or some moments in hell! Enjoy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109952544039208443?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109952544039208443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109952544039208443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109952544039208443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109952544039208443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/things-everyones-been-through-and-hate.html' title='Things everyone&apos;s been through, and hate, but never end.'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109940417773544422</id><published>2004-11-02T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T09:02:57.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                  GLUB-GLUB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/puddle.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/puddle.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109940417773544422?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109940417773544422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109940417773544422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109940417773544422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109940417773544422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/glub-glubrod_02.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109940432422690456</id><published>2004-11-02T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T09:05:24.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GLUB-GLUB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thought it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The biggest puddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'd go splashing through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns out it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smallest &lt;em&gt;lake-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the &lt;em&gt;deepest, &lt;/em&gt;too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109940432422690456?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109940432422690456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109940432422690456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109940432422690456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109940432422690456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/glub-glub.html' title='GLUB-GLUB'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109936190658118758</id><published>2004-11-01T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:18:26.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/funnypict7.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/funnypict7.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you think Brasil is the only place where there are more holidays then working days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109936190658118758?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109936190658118758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109936190658118758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109936190658118758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109936190658118758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-you-think-brasil-is-only-place.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109926471574027461</id><published>2004-10-31T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:18:35.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All over with for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween party was a sucess, not as fun as we expected but loads of kids spend loads of money! Doesn't get much better then that, for those of you who didn't go, I pitty you, ask Vini... he had fun, don't have much to say about it, just that it made me real tired!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After halloween, of to another party, it wasn't so great, but the view from the house must be one of the pretiest of the whole city! Too bad it's so far away from the world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And now all we do is enjoy the next 2 days of doing nothing! God bless holidays!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109926471574027461?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109926471574027461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109926471574027461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109926471574027461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109926471574027461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-over-with-for-now.html' title='All over with for now'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109926431012789269</id><published>2004-10-31T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:11:50.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/funnypict6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/funnypict6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day: Some things just don't make sense in life... once you have that in your head loads of things will be made clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109926431012789269?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109926431012789269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109926431012789269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109926431012789269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109926431012789269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/picture-of-day-some-things-just-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109910040657134960</id><published>2004-10-29T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:40:06.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/funnypict5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/funnypict5.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day: The other ball Junior... the other ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109910040657134960?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109910040657134960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109910040657134960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109910040657134960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109910040657134960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/picture-of-day-other-ball-junior.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109891740204448591</id><published>2004-10-27T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:15:35.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What will the weather be like today?</title><content type='html'>Little curiosities about the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It will rain if the moon has a "ring" around it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There will be a sunny day if the smoke comming out of a chimmeney goes straight up and disapear fast. There will be a moist day if smoke or vapor stay for a long time in the air.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rain is iminent if a "Galo" sings in a different hour then it's supposed to, and if ducks start showing and smashing their wings against the water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When there is rain or wind about to come, spiders shorten their webs and goes up top, closer to where the web is stuck to, if the spider does not stop working when it's raining, it means the rain will not last long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad weather comes when the "Andorinhas" start flying closer to the ground, frequently diving towards the ground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And at last if the setting of the sun is straw yellow, a sign of rain, but the only real way to be prepared is to carry your umbrella around!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's it for now, lil' curiosity to help you guys with the weather from this weird place! Make sure to check the pict! Thx for stopping by!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109891740204448591?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109891740204448591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109891740204448591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109891740204448591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109891740204448591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-will-weather-be-like-today.html' title='What will the weather be like today?'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109891701875675200</id><published>2004-10-27T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:43:38.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/funnypict4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/funnypict4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day: Rain's on the way! So get your raincoat, it ain't no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109891701875675200?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109891701875675200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109891701875675200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109891701875675200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109891701875675200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/picture-of-day-rains-on-way-so-get.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109873228007055402</id><published>2004-10-25T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T14:24:40.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing really</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Normal school day really, found out that Philosofi teacher is scared to discuss... weird hu? My softball game was cancelled to go to a "pep rally" where i was more lost then a son of a beatch on father's day (dedicated to fabio) but basically nothing to say if ever something comes to me i'll make sure to check back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109873228007055402?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109873228007055402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109873228007055402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109873228007055402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109873228007055402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/nothing-really.html' title='Nothing really'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109873151785085817</id><published>2004-10-25T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T14:11:57.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/School-Octuber_0008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/School-Octuber_0008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of the day: Real meaning of pop: To have at least six people listening to EVERY word your saying! (hhahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109873151785085817?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109873151785085817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109873151785085817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109873151785085817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109873151785085817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/picture-of-day-real-meaning-of-pop-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109848659890337191</id><published>2004-10-22T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T18:09:58.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally i have my pc back! It's so great to have it here, with all of the songs, all of the pictures, all of the files, and nothing else really! Well there are games, but not much into that right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today i found out that when you choose to do "Letras" in university it's because you really don't know how to do math. As i re-add my portuguese grade, after seeing it being an absurd, i find 2 whole points missing... And the worst is that you can't really argue with the teacher, because she won't understand!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School today was just fine, got to play pictionary, and find out that i have a natural talent for figuring out stupid things, I'm still gonna make a load of money because of that, in a couple of years i shall be publishing my book of stupid comics, i'm sure lots of people will enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got loads to talk about, but since it's nothing really interesting, I'll just stop for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my love and my sister a lil' msg, don't worry, things will get better! Just cheer up and keep it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And of course make sure to check the picture of the day! Might me much more entertaning then my words!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109848659890337191?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109848659890337191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109848659890337191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109848659890337191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109848659890337191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109848612179663033</id><published>2004-10-22T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T18:02:01.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/funnypict3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/funnypict3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture of the day is: You really think humans invented the black power by themselves?! Think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109848612179663033?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109848612179663033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109848612179663033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109848612179663033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109848612179663033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-picture-of-day-is-you-really-think.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109827731782527619</id><published>2004-10-20T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T08:01:57.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's still a bit away, couple of weeks, but halloween is a-coming! So everybody start digging for your costumes, for we are gonna throw the best Halloween party (for kids) ever! Even if ur not a kid, if you only have a kid's mind, or a kid's body, come along, you won't regret it, especially knowing that Rod will be working in it! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right so, on the 30th we're having Halloween party at the school (EDN) all of u ppl that come into my blog should go, especially Gus and Fabio, i think they would enjoy it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be helping a lot with the decoration, i shall carve punpkins! As a U.S. Champion in punpkin carving i think i'll be doing okay! Lil kids will be crying their lil baby asses off! It will be a funny sight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other then that not much happening, my pc is not yet fixed, but i managed to buy the cd of Amelie Poulain, if you have some money saved, i would say you should buy it, and buy the movie along with it, they're the best!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No picts of the day yet, not in my pc, so ill just stop talking, must be a bit boring to read this! Thx for stoping by! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109827731782527619?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109827731782527619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109827731782527619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109827731782527619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109827731782527619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109793682648731015</id><published>2004-10-16T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T09:27:06.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just posting to let all of you fans (wuahahahhaa) out there know that my pc sort of isn't working at the moment, we'll try to get it fixed as soon as possible, till then there might not be new posts. Thx for the attention!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109793682648731015?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109793682648731015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109793682648731015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109793682648731015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109793682648731015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/pc-crisis.html' title='PC Crisis'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109770179857664518</id><published>2004-10-13T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T16:09:58.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again, but this time with chocolate and toys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School is back after four days of boredom, I have to say that I'm a bit glad that i'm back in school, too bad my first period i had to face that monster called Creusa! Well that's over with i guess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The four days were not that bad, and I mean I even got a gift for children's day! It's so fun all of yall would be wanting one if you saw it. It's one of the hotwheels lil' things you know? Well and along witht hat i got some chocolate! Guess there ain't much that happened other then that... there probably is, but can't really think about it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;(P.S. Be sure to check the pict the day below!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109770179857664518?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109770179857664518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109770179857664518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109770179857664518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109770179857664518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-again-but-this-time-with.html' title='Back again, but this time with chocolate and toys!'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109770148179226892</id><published>2004-10-13T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T16:04:41.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/funnypict2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/funnypict2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture of the day is: Don't be offended ladies, just reminds me of so many moments, either w/ my granny of Vini's mom, wuahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109770148179226892?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109770148179226892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109770148179226892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109770148179226892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109770148179226892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-picture-of-day-is-dont-be-offended.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109750849172987022</id><published>2004-10-11T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:28:11.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, not really, nothing in special about this one, though i'll have four days to do nothing instead of two, that's good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's see this weekend... saturday spent the whole day doing nothing, I think, at night went with vini to watch Leticia dance (by the way everybody should congratulate her, she got first place for her ballet presentation, second for her Chicago presentation and got the outstanding Ballet dancer award! Congrats!) most of the dances we watched were not so cool, or pretty, every now and then one came along, Leticia danced very nicely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sundays are sundays... woke up a bit late at vini's house, came home to eat w/ the family, swam a bit, that was different hadn't done it in a long time, then came back home to play guitar, videogame and watch tv, while we wated for night to come where the cousins would supposedly come to play games, well me and Felipe waited, but ends up they went dancing, so that was it for sunday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good song for you ppl to get Aqueous Transmission - Incubus , very nice song. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;(P.S. Be sure to check out the picture of the day below... and to leave some comments, after all i got nothing to do... ) :  )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109750849172987022?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109750849172987022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109750849172987022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109750849172987022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109750849172987022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekend-special.html' title='Weekend Special'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109750786843073883</id><published>2004-10-11T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:17:48.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/funnypict.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/funnypict.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture of the day is: You wouldn't think it possible would you? But then again you can't assume that the bear will read in english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109750786843073883?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109750786843073883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109750786843073883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109750786843073883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109750786843073883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-picture-of-day-is-you-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109729355687466129</id><published>2004-10-09T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:45:56.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, yet so far!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally felt the real meaning of the so famous phrase.... after finally getting done with the damned biology exam, where i didnt do so well anyways, i think i can finally go away and forget about things in one of my many homes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After having a very pleasent lunch with Vini, we made our way across the street, looking to forget our sorrows over at Red Shot, and a couple of three steps away from the door, I make a little joke "Imagine if the door was closed...." well you guessed it, for the fist time in my life i saw the doors of Red shot closed! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For those of you who don't know, redshot is the real meaning of open 24h... it's open in chirstmas, new year, anyholiday you can think of, anyday you're feeling down and just need to shoot some ppl, it was always there, but this time! And as we look through the glass, they're under construction, which is good, but did it have to be EXACTLY on the day my exams ended?! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ended up renting a really idiotic movie, which happens to have some great jokes in it, i can't recall the name, but it's about the siamese-twins... the really stupid ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also if you have nothing to watch on the cinema, make sure to watch the lil fishy one, hillarious, not sure if it's better then fishing nemo, but it's wonderful! Trust me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109729355687466129?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109729355687466129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109729355687466129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109729355687466129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109729355687466129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So close, yet so far!'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109729304295490694</id><published>2004-10-08T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:37:22.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/Exams_0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/Exams_0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality behind exams is that everybody pretends to be studying... but look around the notebook, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109729304295490694?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109729304295490694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109729304295490694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109729304295490694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109729304295490694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/reality-behind-exams-is-that-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109708911662711779</id><published>2004-10-06T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:58:36.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home 0 x Visitors 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well exams are going pretty bad so far, ain't that fun! At least tomorrow is chemestry, where in theory i know the stuff... but you know how things work, i'll forget it when i get there. Anyways not much about today either, had geography exam, and as always it was a really badly done exam by Karen, and to go along with it i had Philosofy test on the same period!! Where i just guessed everything was right and left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next up, math, while chatting with the people who were able to leave the exam still with their hearts pumping, i found out that i didnt do half bad! that means i might actually pass in math! Go me!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent the rest of the afternoon studying chemestry, not very fun, but what choice do i have...?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;(P.S. Make sure to see the picture of the day!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109708911662711779?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109708911662711779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109708911662711779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109708911662711779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109708911662711779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/home-0-x-visitors-4.html' title='Home 0 x Visitors 4'/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109708881382375311</id><published>2004-10-06T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:53:33.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/Cat.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/Cat.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day: Just when you think you've seen cat's do everything in Video Cassetadas, something's gotta come along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109708881382375311?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109708881382375311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109708881382375311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109708881382375311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109708881382375311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/picture-of-day-just-when-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556104.post-109708875367920108</id><published>2004-10-06T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:52:33.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/1024/swift_0028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/229/1911/400/swift_0028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin better to remind us of exams then seeing Nana study for 9nth grade exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556104-109708875367920108?l=rodslives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/feeds/109708875367920108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556104&amp;postID=109708875367920108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109708875367920108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556104/posts/default/109708875367920108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodslives.blogspot.com/2004/10/nothin-better-to-remind-us-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14235697376266422871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
