Friday, October 16, 2009
Worst Show Ever...
Sunday, October 11, 2009
That Religious Guy: New Position

Friday, October 9, 2009
CARINA 360°: Obama, a Nobel man!
Today at around 2 am, it was announced in Norway that our 44th President, has made history once again.He is now a Nobel Peace Prize winner.
Now I was in disbelief. At first I thought why? He has only been in service for what 9-10 months! Does 'strengthening diplomacy' all it takes to win a prize as honorable as this? Only 20 other Americans have won the Nobel Peace Prize. With President's Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson, and Jimmy Carter.
And why did he win? Well the Nobel Committee says, "For his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples."
But to many (and me) it seems as though he hasn't made any extraordinary efforts. So far, no obvious change in the gay community. No obvious change in Afghanistan. And no obvious change for the unemployed. (See the SNL spoof here!)
But then I saw Oprah today and she brought up something I didn't really think of. He had brought the nation together. He has given us hope, the right to believe that change could happen. He's proof of that. We went from the 'War President' to the 'Peace President.'
But still, if you compare him to the other people who have won it. There really is NO comparison! AT ALL!
Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King Jr., Elie Wiesel, - Barack Obama ... eh doesn't really sound right to me. (See the list here.) After this he should really step up and banish his title as the 'do nothing' President.
Some argue that this could damage his rep a little more. Approval ratings have already dropped for the him.
The prize money is 1.4 million dollars, which he says he'll donate to charity. How Nobel of him.
Monday, October 5, 2009
That Religious Guy: Quetal man uste?

Dale con nosotros el pan para cada dia.
That Religious Guy: Lodi Keeps Public Prayers!!

That Religious Guy: Offline For Good!!

..... Yes, I've been a recovering addict for months now, only logging in a few times, checking my messages, and updating my profile occasionally. My final step into full recovery took place after I forgot my password! haha
..... Sure, that's just a rookie mistake. After all, who forgets their password? Well I'll tell you who. Jeremy Dela Cruz that's for sure. I didn't mean to misplace my password, it just slipped my mind. In any case, these past few days without Myspace have been awesome.
...... Maybe it's just the withdrawal effects talking, but I'm pretty happy that I don't have to constantly check my status for comments or post bulletins about my top 5. I really thought that I'd feel terrible without the use of my Myspace, but instead, I have that indifference you get when somebody steals your Pokemon cards. Sure they're gone, but you don't care because you never play with them and you grew up. Maybe it's that. Maybe I just grew up and don't feel a need to tell the world about my favorite books or categorizing my list of friends who I may or may not have regular contact with anyways.
..... Could it be that I'm becoming more mature? After I told some friends that I lost my password, they were like, "Oh, so now you're getting a Facebook or a Twitter right?" And I promptly responded, "Of course not!" Why would I trade in one addiction for another? Why would I trade in my free time for a Saturday of chatting with friends online instead of actually hanging out with them like I do now?
..... In the end, I realize that these Web sites are just temporary. We won't always want to go to them for support and fun. That's what we have living, breathing friends for. They're really the ones you should go to for troubles, for entertainment, and for social interaction. Forget Myspace. Forget Facebook. And please, for the love of God, forget Twitter! But of course, these sites aren't really doing much harm. So don't get a full-blown lobotomy. Just lay of the social networking Sites for a while and see what it's like. You might like it.
- Jeremy Dela Cruz, That Myspace-free Guy
Sunday, October 4, 2009
CARINA 360°: The hard life of a Four Eyes
They make you look sexier.
They make you look like a smart sexy librarian!
Forget all the things they tell you! It’s all lies (except the smart part.) Having to wear glasses all the time is a hassle!Watching the TV is never the same. I can’t lay down because my glasses hurt my head. They slide down my nose! I am constantly having to push them up - making me look more like a nerd. Wearing headbands is difficult. Wearing mascara? Forget about it. My lashes are too long and they dirty the lenses. Every time I take pictures, I always take my glasses off. No one but my mom or bf thinks they look cute.
Don't get me wrong, I am thankful. Without them I wouldn't be able to see the board in class. And I admit, sometimes I like wearing them. Especially when I have little to no makeup on. I put those on and they camouflage the true hideous nature of my face.
Since the 6th grade I have gone through four pairs of glasses. They were either lost or stolen. And seeing as I don’t settle for ugly nerdy-looking glasses, I made my dad fork up the cash. And so far, I have lost my dad well over $600. (Sorry dad.)
I don’t know why girls and guys walk about with those none-prescription shades on. Why do they do that? I bet they have no clue the hardcore life of a four-eyes.
And don’t get me started on the amount of time I spend cleaning them. Every little thing gets them dirty.
I remember my first pair as if it were yesterday. I was at LensCrafters & I was in no mood to pick a new set of eyes. I already knew the teasing I would get at school the next day. I tried to be all cool and designer and got some granny looking Anne Klein's.
And the next day was hell.
The class bully who seemed to only pick on me, kept the comments coming.
“Are you wearing glasses? You look ugly!”
“You look like a grandma.”
“FOUR EYES! FOUR EYES!”
Now to you, they may not seem very mean, but to a 10 year old, those word attack your soul. Throughout the whole school day I tried not to cry.
Eventually I lost those glasses when my family and I went to Mexico. So right now, my first pair of eyes are probably six feet under at some playground in Zacatecas.
Today I rock some cheap Oscar De la Renta’s. My vision has gotten worse, so says my eye doctor. Maybe in the future I’ll consider getting laser eye surgery, to finally rid me of my curse.
Or maybe I'll accept my fate, and see the world through plastic.