<?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-15081037</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:57:10.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramberk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15081037.post-113393953154197663</id><published>2005-12-06T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:17:13.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this disease</title><content type='html'>Today was the first time I had to tell someone they were positive. Ugh. I hate this disease so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I had our regular twenty minute chat before getting the results. He was nervous. He thought he was going to be positive and he had braced himself for it. I tried to make him feel comfortable and at ease. So we chatted and it felt like a normal conversation. He's only a few years older then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so hate this disease. I know its not the end of the world. But this so incredibly sucks. I don't even understand any of this. What I mean by that is that this disease just seems so random and cruel. Yes, we know how you can avoid catching it but no one should get a death sentence for having unprotected sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this. I really really hate this. We need to fucking hurry and find a cure for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-113393953154197663?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/113393953154197663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=113393953154197663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/113393953154197663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/113393953154197663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-this-disease.html' title='I hate this disease'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112861733377668550</id><published>2005-10-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:53:48.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October here we come</title><content type='html'>October here I come. I haven't been blogging because things have been going on. Private things I had to deal with. But all of that has been resolved. And now, today, tomorrow, is something new. A new frontier. Its exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief recap. Last Saturday Kevin, Marvella and I went to see uphillbothways but instead we saw a transgender comedian do her act. It was... a surprise and upsetting that we went to the wrong show but the comedian had a good act. The entire show was good. There was a Latina doing some good spoken word. Overall, it was probably better then uphillbothways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I met up briefly with Lupe and Marvella in the morning. In the evening I had dinner with Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday was my first day as an official HIV test counselor. It went well. I was anxious, and confident. Yeah, but I think I did some good work. Two clients were pros and smart about protection and HIV risk- they were just going in for a regular check up. The other two clients were more trouble. One didn't want to talk, but he eventually opened up. The other was a nervous wreck but I put him at ease. Overall good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now school is getting into full throttle. And I'm turning in my paper work to start the graduation process. Crazy stuff. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have lunch with Philip today and then lunch again with him and Jeremy on Sunday. Dinner with Kevin on Friday night. Softball and the Street Fighter tournament on Saturday. I'm nervous about the Street Fighter tournament but my skills are good. I just have to be patient and play hard. PLAY HARD. Take no prisoners and give them a hard time. Man, man, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to do some homework. Sheesh. Maybe write some fiction. Do some illustration. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112861733377668550?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112861733377668550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112861733377668550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112861733377668550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112861733377668550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/10/october-here-we-come.html' title='October here we come'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112619882935611059</id><published>2005-09-08T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:00:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble, Resolution and Dukes</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging on a daily basis. That's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week has been busy. I've gone through a whole set of emotions in the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an odd time right because I'm pretty happy with my life. Well, I wish I had a job that I loved. Right now I'm jobless but my excuse is that I'm going to school full time. So I guess that's not such a terrible excuse right. I just have to focus on getting my work done and upping my skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the fellow that I met and have been seeing for the last two weeks. I had a serious talk with him yesterday. Things aren't so ambiguous anymore. I was feeling a hot/cold affect from him, so I asked him, "What's going on?" He talked to me. Cleared a few things up. He still doesn't know how he feels about me. That's disappointing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eh, when your in the business of fighting (like we all are), you can't sit down for too long, too wait for someone. You have to get back up and get in the ring and keep boxing it out. Uh huh. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I like him. Like his company. Like being with him. But I am not down for wishy washiness. No, not at all. Sometimes it feels like he's really into me. And then he seems to pull back, pull away. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are worth fighting for. Some thing are not worth fighting for. I've been here for eight months and things are pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel melancholic and sad and a little hurt because I miss his company and because he's so damn confused and vague. And I like that. But I only like this melancholy for a short while. Now its time to get serious, get real, really be honest. We'll see what happens. I'm going to go out with him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up your dukes! Here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112619882935611059?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112619882935611059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112619882935611059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112619882935611059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112619882935611059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/09/trouble-resolution-and-dukes.html' title='Trouble, Resolution and Dukes'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112553947644906749</id><published>2005-08-31T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:51:16.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engine Aiesche</title><content type='html'>Yeah uh huh. What happened on Tuesday? Took Mark to work, got the cable internet and TV installed. Fiddled with my wireless router but it looks like the router is broken or something. Ah. What can you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112553947644906749?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112553947644906749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112553947644906749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112553947644906749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112553947644906749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/engine-aiesche_31.html' title='Engine Aiesche'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112544942978980195</id><published>2005-08-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:51:04.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppy Tommer</title><content type='html'>Friday night. I went out with Kevin. We had Ethiopian food at some place on Telegraph. The decor was really nice. The food was good. Wish I had asked the waitress what that specific item was. Afterwards we had drinks at a pub up on Shattuck. Forgot the name to that place. Very nice pub. And then we watched Forty-Year-Old Virgin. All right movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Moving. Moving. Moving. Had an episode looking for my wallet. Saturday night we went to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Returned my Ikea bed almost didn't get a refund cause of a mistake Ikea made. They sold me a box with the wrong bed inside, so when I returned the bed, it looked like I was trying to scam them. But I got my refund, my new bed. Picked up Mark. Had lunch. Finished his apartment. Made our beds and then went grocery shopping. Traffic was a mess in both directions. Had dinner and Sunday night TV with Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Ran around. Gave Mark a a lift to his appointment. Went to get a few buy a few house things-- didn't get everything I wanted. Cruppy. Went home. Took a nap. Built my dresser. Went to school. School was ah'right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Thursday washer and dryer arrive. Gonna go out with Kevin again on Friday. Don't know what we're gonna do. Might Costco with Mark on Saturday. Have to visit Mom this weekend, don't know what time or when. I want to go to the bars with Cesar my coach on Saturday night. Want to pick up my desk from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112544942978980195?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112544942978980195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112544942978980195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112544942978980195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112544942978980195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/suppy-tommer.html' title='Suppy Tommer'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112513292512489301</id><published>2005-08-27T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:55:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenderloining</title><content type='html'>Last night was my second class at SFSU for this semester. It was all right. Afterwards I surprisingly hung out with Sean. We went to a bar in the Tenderloin. I met a guy who looks like Bill Gates there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is moving day and I got home like 20 minutes ago. Most of my stuff is packed. But I wish I had more time. I don't like this running around stuff. Sheesh. Probably won't blog again till Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to a dinner and movie with Kevin. It was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112513292512489301?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112513292512489301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112513292512489301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112513292512489301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112513292512489301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/tenderloining.html' title='Tenderloining'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112504662732004991</id><published>2005-08-26T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:57:07.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Classes</title><content type='html'>I was bored. But first days are always like that. Now I have to figure out a way to install Flash 2004 on my computer. The CD drive is broken or just acts funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mark is not a punk ass. But he does get on my nerves sometimes. Gotta grab him by the hair and just yank him about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home. Tomorrow I gotta do all my packing. DAMN! and then also go out with Kevin. We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112504662732004991?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112504662732004991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112504662732004991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112504662732004991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112504662732004991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-classes_26.html' title='First Day of Classes'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112495892709727910</id><published>2005-08-25T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:35:27.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Volleyball</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was the last volleyball night. Just another volleyball night. But nothing lasts forever. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more days till moving day. Tonight was my first class of the fall semester. Tomorrow night is another class. My feet are still killing me from the hike. I'm almost limping. Friday I'm gonna go out with Kevin. I don't know what we're going to do. Have to check the bay guardian for ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's bugged me about calling him a punk ass that pissed me off. I'll explain later. Going to bed. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112495892709727910?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112495892709727910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112495892709727910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112495892709727910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112495892709727910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-volleyball_25.html' title='Last Volleyball'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112486576451261855</id><published>2005-08-23T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:42:44.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dennys Again</title><content type='html'>What did I do on Monday? Just had dinner with Mark, I'm pretty sure yeah, that was it. I went and got my new phone unlocked so that I could get Cingular service on it (it was originally programmed for t-mobile service). Then I was gonna pick up my mail but the PO was closed. Afterwards we headed to our 'hang out spot' the Dennys in Japantown. It is a MIRACLE that place stays open because no one is ever inside and the customer service is usually sub par. I think the employees there purposely try to drive people out just so that the darn place finally closes and they can get their unemployment check and a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! Tomorrow is my first day of classes at SFSU. Tonight was my last night of volleyball. Yeah, uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mark is a punk ass for ticking me off. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2. Saturday is the great big day of moving. Damn. Damn. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112486576451261855?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112486576451261855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112486576451261855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112486576451261855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112486576451261855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/dennys-again.html' title='Dennys Again'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112477757305382884</id><published>2005-08-22T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:17:33.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow and Faster</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened on Sunday, after getting back from camping. I met Robert that evening and I confronted the craziness I started Friday before leaving to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Robert for a while. I need to give him the URL to my blog. On Sunday Robert made some of the best bread I've ever had. I guess this guy is a baker but he never told me he was. I can't remember the last time I've had bread this damn good. I'm not friends with Robert because of his bread making abilities but damn, that bread was some of the best bread I have ever had. Oh man. Damn good bread. Oh yeah, in the context of what I just wrote, bread is a euphemism for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziness I started on Friday was putting up an ad on Craigslist for an illustrator for hire for my comic book. Well a few details to understand why I'm a little nervous. First, my scripts for my comic book are not finished but at least I have several stories to start off with. Secondly, I got over a dozen replies to the ad from people of varying skill levels but all serious to work on this project. I emailed everyone who responded with the specifics of the project and with the promise that I would send them an 'audition' script. The purpose of the 'audtion' script is to see who is serious and to see if all of these guys can actually draw a comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting three sample pages from the audition script I'll decide who I want to work with and start contacting people and negotiating pay rates and so forth. Woah. This is becoming serious business with serious money involved and serious consequences. Which means my scripts better be up to par. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one more picture from the camping trip. This one brought to us by David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1378/1385/1600/100_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1378/1385/400/100_0813.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's posting brought to you by the following songs:&lt;br /&gt;Dance Me In, Sons and Daughters&lt;br /&gt;California's Burning, Smoke or Fire&lt;br /&gt;Can't Repeat, The Offspring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112477757305382884?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112477757305382884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112477757305382884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112477757305382884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112477757305382884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/slow-and-faster.html' title='Slow and Faster'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112469334331746527</id><published>2005-08-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:49:03.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portola Redwoods Camping Trip!</title><content type='html'>Yeah. We had our camping trip. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Kurt and I meet at his place and then we go have dinner before arriving at the camp site. It was a little past 8 p.m. by the time we arrived at the campsite. Brian and Jim, the two organizers  lent me their extra sleeping bag and tent. Jim was very cool and helped me put together my tent. Super kudos to them for organizing this and with lending the equipment. After that we just hung out around the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we left camp around 11:30 a.m. for a hike. Didn't get back to camp until like 3:30 p.m from the hike. TIRED! But then I went with Kurt, Robert, Jeff and John to go swimming in a stream. The stream was COLD. And only knee deep so we just waded a little and sun bathed. Afterwards I showered and then helped with making dinner. After dinner we got a little drunk and saw a slide show presentation on mountain lions. The park ranger had us singing songs and telling us a story. It was, believe it or not, fun. But maybe it was also the cheap booze. After that, we just sat around the campfire and talked shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had group breakfast and everyone went home. Here are some pictures provided by my friend Dale who went on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1378/1385/1600/100_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1378/1385/400/100_0558.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Kurt, myself and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1378/1385/1600/100_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1378/1385/400/100_0539.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's John, Chris, Randy, Matt, myself, Vince, Robert, Toby, Dave, John, David, Arno, Kurt and Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It was a fun camping trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112469334331746527?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112469334331746527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112469334331746527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112469334331746527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112469334331746527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/portola-redwoods-camping-trip.html' title='Portola Redwoods Camping Trip!'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112447063084944702</id><published>2005-08-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:57:10.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runnin Around</title><content type='html'>So yesterday my head almost came unscrewed. I went and picked up Mark when he got off of work, took him to get packing materials at a U-Haul. Then I was going to go shopping for some last minute camping supplies. But that didn't happen because Marvella had to work later then expected. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get home and did a bit of writing. Happy with that. Now I guess its more laundry and last minute camping planning. Plus some more writing. Woah. And then I take another hiatus from writing in this blog. Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Mark sided with my brother when I was having a phone call with him. Was everyone trying to drive me crazy yesterday? Yes. Uh, enough of yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112447063084944702?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112447063084944702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112447063084944702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112447063084944702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112447063084944702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/runnin-around.html' title='Runnin Around'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112439545282759077</id><published>2005-08-18T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:04:12.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday huh</title><content type='html'>Yep. So I went on my date. It was fine. It went well. It was fun. But I don't think I'm gonna see this guy again. Why? The chemistry just wasn't there. Nuff said. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the date I hung out with Luis. His name is Luis. And that was swell. Had some nice conversations. Luis is good at having good conversations. He's good at other things too. But enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? Sigh. Still have a list of things to do. I think I'll go write a story now. Or several stories. Here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112439545282759077?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112439545282759077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112439545282759077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112439545282759077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112439545282759077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/wednesday-huh.html' title='Wednesday huh'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112430997269765636</id><published>2005-08-17T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:19:32.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Finally... (Too much Time and Fratboy Life)</title><content type='html'>This is what happens to me when I am not working... I sit at home and plot but get nothing done. So here I go and do a quick run up of the last half week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. I went bar and club hopping with Kevin. It was fun. We ran into a friend who shall remain nameless but he joined us and it was good. I danced with a guy at the Badlands, his name is Andy. I got his business card and I gave him my phone number. Told him I would call him Sunday afternoon. All in all, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Mark, Edwin and I check out the new apartment. Looks great. Spiffy. Smells like cinnamon. Afterwards I go home back to Stockton. I'm bored the remainder of Saturday. Unfortunately I don't do any writing or anything productive. Sigh sigh sigh. I think of a new story. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Leave home around 12:30 p.m. Have lunch with Marvella. We shop for a few snacks for my upcoming camping trip. I call Andy, the guy I met at the Badlands on Friday. We make plans for dinner and drinks that same night. I say goodbye to Marvella and then I head back to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time with Andy that evening. We'll see where this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. I meet a guy who lives in San Mateo. Ugh! Craptastic. After that I pick up a package of mine at the Post Office. And then I do nothing the rest of the day. Wow. What a waste. I did chat with a very nice fellow and I'm gonna meet him Wednesday night. Very much looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Take care of financial aid at SFSU. Head to volleyball with Kurt. Play volleyball and have dinner with Kurt and some of the other v-ball players. At dinner I met a fellow, his name is John but he goes by Johnny, who knows Cesar, Nori, Chris and Darren from softball. Wow. He's probably gonna join us for softball this fall. That was neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Still going on today. I'll let ya'll know about tonight's date tomorrow. Now its time to actually get some shit done. Woosh. No more of this wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. I dreamed that I was at family event, we went to a baseball game but first we sort of had a nature walk (?) around the stadium? I was finished ahead with the nature walk and I took my seat. And then I think I complained about one of our in-laws and Adolfo said something like "we'd rather have him here then not." Afterwards the rest of the family arrived. The seats in the stadium were oddly space with some very close to each other and some very far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before or after this dream I dreamed we had some family friends at the house. But my mom had to go out shopping so she was gone. Some girl that was visiting us (daughter of the friends visiting us) kept bugging me to take her out. She was interested in me. Well, I'm gay so what the hell? Finally I took her out and we went to Wal-Mart?!?! And I knew we might run into my mother there. And I was all anxious because I get nervous when I go shopping and I don't take my mom out because she loves to shop. So sure enough, we run into my mother. This was a funny but horrible dream because I do have a phobia of my mom figuring out that I go out shopping when I can take her along but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid dreams. Anyhow, this post was brought to you by the following songs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate It Or Love It (Feat. 50 Cent), The Game&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just Raw, Lyrics Born&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Of Broken Songs (Green Day vs. Oasis vs. Travis vs. Eminem &amp; Aerosmith), Party Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112430997269765636?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112430997269765636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112430997269765636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112430997269765636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112430997269765636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-finally-too-much-time-and-fratboy.html' title='So Finally... (Too much Time and Fratboy Life)'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112386647905634148</id><published>2005-08-12T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:07:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh great</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I go to Magnet again to shadow one of the counselors. There was a change of plans though and Dale had me go through the training registration process. That was when I found a glitch in my scheduling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale and I found out that HIV counseling training is not next week, it will be on Friday, Saturday and Sunday of next week and then Saturday and Sunday of the following week. I wanted to get the training completed as soon as possible in order to be able to start looking for work right away and to not have to worry about going to school and going through the training at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But next weekend is the camping trip and the weekend after that is the weekend we move to the new apartment. Ugh! I'm stuck in a rock and a hard place. Or whatever that saying is. I originally told Dale that I would sign up for the August training dates. But later that night I changed my mind and I emailed Dale and Kevin that the September dates would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already told my job that today, would be my last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus side about doing the training in September is that... well I get to go camping and get to move on that weekend. The bad thing is that I'll be going to school and training at the same time, which might not be a big deal. The other bad thing is that I might be out of a job for a month because it might be difficult getting a job if any future employers know that I can't work for a week in September. On the plus side I should be getting some financial aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't make me a happy camper. On the plus side I'll have some time off from work. But then, I might just be sitting at home the whole time bored out of my mind and not earning money. Crumster. Maybe next week I'll spend time picking up free furniture from craigslist ads. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also work on my scripts. Hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an odd dream last night but unfortunately I can no longer remember it. Shucks. And tonight it looks like I'll be flying solo at the bars and clubs in the Castro. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112386647905634148?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112386647905634148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112386647905634148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112386647905634148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112386647905634148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-great.html' title='Oh great'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112377769027867635</id><published>2005-08-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:28:10.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow Night at Magnet</title><content type='html'>That's a neat title. Very comic bookish. Anyhow so yesterday was the big day for me. I got to shadow a pair of HIV counselors at the Magnet health center in the Castro. And, well it was a mixture of dread, fear, giggling, boredom and excitement. So let me start at the beginning of this whole adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrive at Magnet and I'm already feeling nervous but excited. Nervous because, well this is a very new and serious situation. Excited because, well, I want to do this type of work. I check in with Adrian at the front counter and then I wait for Dale. Dale comes in and introduces me to the staff. Then I wait a little for the first counselor to call in his first client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first counselor I shadowed was Mike. A good guy. Easy going. Funny. I got to shadow two appointments with him. The first appointment I was very nervous, but after the first appointment my nervousness went away pretty quickly and I got comfortable being in the room with the counselor and the client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shadowing with Mike I shadowed with Adrian who also usually mans the front desk as Magnet's concierge. Adrian was a good guy too. Easy going. Funny. Cool. What can I say. Its the truth, both counselors did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I talked to Dale some more and asked him what was the next step. Well, the next step is for me to take a formal class on HIV counseling. It lasts for a week but is 40 hours. We find out that next class is going to be held next week. Wowzers. I'm gonna have to quit my job so that I can take the class next week, be ready for school the following week and quickly start a new job search. Everything is moving along very quickly! Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh. Wow. Everything is moving along very quickly. HIV counseling. New apartment. Big camping trip. Second semester at SFSU. Looking for a new job. Luckily all four of my SFSU classes will count towards graduation. New problem: I have to think of a final project for my Masters Program. I really don't think that should be tough but its a new thing to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durn. I want to go out Friday night. But I also want to have breakfast with Mark on Saturday to further figure out the details of the new apartment. And then I have to shop for camping supplies on Saturday too. Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was already in bed reading my new Adam Strange graphic novel when Spencer called. That's all I'll say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112377769027867635?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112377769027867635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112377769027867635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112377769027867635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112377769027867635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/shadow-night-at-magnet.html' title='Shadow Night at Magnet'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112368933570458241</id><published>2005-08-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:55:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>Just another regular night at volleyball. I feel a lot better this morning. I think volleyball helped me out even though I wasn't feeling a 100% while at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After volleyball we had dinner and talked about the camping trip. I'm very excited about the camping trip. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. Pretty low key evening. Today is shadow day at the health center. I look forward to it while simultaneously I'm like "I'm tired, I want to go home!" Regardless, I have to do this. Everything should go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe on Saturday morning Mark and I will go see our new apartment. I have to call Sivon to clear up my double SS# problem. And I also have to go shopping for any camping supplies this Saturday. Eh eh eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112368933570458241?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112368933570458241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112368933570458241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112368933570458241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112368933570458241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112362771888739486</id><published>2005-08-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:48:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got the apartment!</title><content type='html'>We got the apartment. Mark just called me. Woo hoo. But now there is some mix-up/trouble with my SS#. Apparently I have two numbers?!? Those folks are smoking crack. I need to clear that up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112362771888739486?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112362771888739486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112362771888739486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112362771888739486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112362771888739486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-got-apartment.html' title='We got the apartment!'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112360519222837989</id><published>2005-08-09T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:33:12.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>That's all I did yesterday. Laundry. And go to work of course. I forgot to mention that last Sunday was my coming out to Marvella and Lupe anniversary. I told Mark about it so he decided to give me a present for that. On Sunday night for dinner he gave me this nice little pink circle shaped box with a tiara in it. A @#$%ING TIARA. And then he had Edwin forcebily put it on me, and took pictures. The things I do to make people smile. SHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a #@$!ing tiara! I'll try to put up the pictures that Mark took later on. Not sure how doable that will be since he took them on his camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is volleyball and the planning meeting between my camping group. I'm excited! About camping. Woo hoo! I still have a ton of crap to do. Call up Lupe. Call up Fin Aid. Finish laundry. Mail in cc payment. Anything else? I have to figure out whether Marvella and I are going to see Uphill Both Ways on Friday night. If we don't, then I'll just go bar hopping/clubbing in the Castro. This weekend I have to buy my camping gear/supplies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112360519222837989?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112360519222837989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112360519222837989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112360519222837989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112360519222837989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112351659885077771</id><published>2005-08-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:56:55.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired!</title><content type='html'>I woke up tired this morning. It could be that I didn't get enough sleep or that I have a summer cold. It might be a summer cold cause I feel a little noxious, chills and just tired but not exactly sleepy tired. Eh, whatever. I'll make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday I took my momster out for shopping in the morning. Did that and then headed back to the city. I was gonna meet up with Marvella and her brother for a late afternoon lunch/dinner but that got nixed because traffic was really bad. Instead I had dinner with Mark and Edwin in the evening. We went to an IHOP by Fisherman's wharf. I haven't been to Fisherman's wharf in a long time. Sheesh, good thing for that. Too touristy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I just went home and went to bed after goofing off on the internet for a little while. And that's the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the fiction writer's group. Unfortunately I won't be going to that because I haven't read the material being discussed. Plus, I'm not feeling that great. Tuesday is volleyball, hopefully finding Kurt won't be too tough. Wednesday I'll be shadowing at Magnet, I'm a little nervous about that, but it should be fine. On Friday I might go see Uphill Both Ways with Marvella. Then I go home again on that weekend. I'm gonna try and see if Lupe can see us on Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh. Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112351659885077771?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112351659885077771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112351659885077771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112351659885077771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112351659885077771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/tired.html' title='Tired!'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112347903177579675</id><published>2005-08-07T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:30:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day, not so long night</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went to Magnet (the health center in the Castro), to talk to them about being an HIV counselor there. It was a short, informal interview and introduction to the requirements and responsibilities for the position. To start off I will shadow a current counselor. I hope to start shadowing this coming Wednesday. I just have to get the okay from work to leave early on Wednesday. I shouldn't have a problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Magnet I went to Oakland to collect an auction I won on ebay. I went to the 'warehouse' district in Oakland to pick it up. My friend Marevella asked "whats that?" The warehouse district is basically the place in Oakland that looks like the place where Batman would beat up thugs smuggling contraband. The area didn't look bad, it was just full of warehouses and worn streets. Perfect locale for an indy film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up my Street Fighter figures in Oakland I went to Fremont to get a massage!?! That went fine. I was really tired afterwards though and decided to change my plans for the evening. Originally I was going to go to the Castro and go clubbing. Possibly hang out with Cesar or call up a friend and go bar/club hopping. But I was worn out from the massage and didn't feel like doing anything that involved a lot of physical exertion. So I called up a few friends to see if anyone was up for seeing a movie. I struck out twice. So then I called my mom to tell her I was on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then on the way home to mom's house I started getting the itch to go bar/club hopping. Unfortunately I had already told mom I was on my way and I couldn't back out. On the upside I got to spend time with my mom and my nephews and niece. That was a big positive because originally I was supposed to spend time with them next weekend but it looks like they'll be out of town on a soccer tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the end of Saturday. Today was a slightly longer day but I'll write about that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for this week are to put up a picture page and page with my fiction. I finally figured what the first episode in my comic book is going to be about-- it took me a lot of thinking and meditating to nail down how the first episode would work. I'm pretty happy with it. Now I just have to write it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna send my first four emails inviting friends/family to see the blog. Official opening of the blog to the blog is tonight I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks for tonight:&lt;br /&gt;Sage Francis, Sea Lion&lt;br /&gt;Interstate 5, The Wedding Present&lt;br /&gt;Oasis, Layla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112347903177579675?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112347903177579675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112347903177579675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112347903177579675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112347903177579675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-day-not-so-long-night.html' title='Long day, not so long night'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112335662603369355</id><published>2005-08-06T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:30:26.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Party</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I went to Seth's birthday party last night. Just typical party I suppose. The funny thing though was that I ran into a friend of mine who I hadn't seen in a long time. I occasional chat with Alex but it was just too funny seeing him there. It made sense for him to be at the party because the co-host of the party, Tim, works at Google and Alex works at Google. There were a handful of 'Googlers' there. Even a cute one that I was interested in talking to but he didn't seem to receptive to my request that he remove his shirt because it was carcinogenic. His response actually was that being shirtless was also carcinogenic. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did meet a pair of San Franciscans. A couple. One was wearing a Green Lantern t-shirt and if you know me, you can guess that I immediately started to pester him about comics. It was cool. I gave him my contact info. He goes to SF State also. So, there you go. Maybe find a comic book friend or someone to trade graphic novels with. His boyfriend had been hit by a car while biking in SF. Terrible stuff. He looked in good shape that evening but still had crutches. Very crummy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get one phone number that night. I usually don't shy away from cute guys that like to pet me. Haha! But he lives in SF. And I'm not sure if there is "100% chemistry" going on there. But you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a little messed up. Not completely. I called Albert, a friend of mine, Andy (another friend). I felt so terrible. SHITE. I'll apologize to him at volleyball. When I get a little drunk... Well, I won't go into what I do. Well, I mix up words/names. I have to slow down and think a little about what I'm gonna say. And I have to hold onto furniture when I walk. Haha. Normal shit of course. But I try to play it off like I'm not drunk. At least I wasn't getting chased around and wrestled with. That's a good and bad thing, I suppose. I'd rather pass on looking foolish though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Seth and Tim for a very nice party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112335662603369355?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112335662603369355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112335662603369355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112335662603369355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112335662603369355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/friday-night-party.html' title='Friday Night Party'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112325897900293133</id><published>2005-08-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:22:59.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvadoran Leather Open Mic Coffeehouses</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to a Salvadoran restaurant with Kevin. It was all right. I had popusas for the first time. They remind me of some Mexican food, but I forget the name. I'm not as keen on Salvadoran rice and beans though. Beans were too soggy for my tastes. This was in the Mission of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to an open mic comedy night at the Brainwash coffee house in the SOMA. We only saw three guys do their thing. I thought they were decent enough but it didn't look like Kevin was enjoying himself so I asked him if he wanted to leave and we left! Incidentally I guess that part of the SOMA is also the leather district because half a block away from the coffee house was a leather shop and in the other direction was a leather bar. If I had been brave, I would have ventured into the bar, just to check it out. But I don't think I could have convinced Kevin to follow me in there though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Seth's b-day party. Woo hoo! I definitely gotta bring some alcohol because I am planning on getting messed up there! Well, I won't be a poor guest and I certainly am not going to start hurling all over the place and dance naked on anyone's piano. But because this is one of the few times I will not be driving, I will TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT! Woo hoo! Time to get messed up and start hitting on all the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm supposed to meet a guy for a massage!?!? I'm also supposed to meet a counselor at the Magnet health center in the Castro concerning me volunteering there as a counselor. Then I hope to go bar/club hopping in the evening in the Castro. And on Sunday, I have lunch with my two Berkeley gal pals. Woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112325897900293133?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112325897900293133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112325897900293133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112325897900293133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112325897900293133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/salvadoran-leather-open-mic.html' title='Salvadoran Leather Open Mic Coffeehouses'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112317050053324237</id><published>2005-08-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:48:20.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screenwriting Group, School and Falling Asleep</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to the screenwriting group. Everyone there seemed cool. No big egos, no pretensiousness even though some folks had already done serious work. I'm looking forward to the monthly meetings we're gonna have. Unfortunately, I have a class at the same time as the meetings. Crap. I'm gonna email the coordinator about that. Maybe I can convince him to change the date of our meetings. I'm suppose to bring a piece next time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about dropping out of school because (a) I didn't really see this degree helping me get any jobs and (b) I want to go to school to get a psychology licence anyway. My sister convinced me to stay the course and finish the degree, afterall, I should be done with it in a year and it could always help me in the future. Better to have it then not. I still have to think about this. It would be nice to have a Masters in Education attached to my resume. So far I'm on track to continue school. I do have to speak with my counselor about whether all my classes count towards graduation. If they don't, then I'll need more time to graduate from school. Hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about falling asleep. Last night I met up with a guy that I had seen last Friday. Well, its too hilarious for words. TOO HILARIOUS. We were sharing a very, very, very, very, very, very intimate moment together. And yeah, I fell asleep. Oh my. I almost think I passed out because I was very tired. Very sleepy. Too insanely hilarious. I apologized afterwards. He said it was okay. I don't think I bruised his ego, he knew I was tired. He said he heard me snore! Good lord. Shite. I can't wait to tell my girl friend. She won't stop laughing. And then she'll tell me its gold and for me to write it down. I guess I'm finally taking her up on her advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112317050053324237?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112317050053324237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112317050053324237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112317050053324237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112317050053324237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/screenwriting-group-school-and-falling.html' title='Screenwriting Group, School and Falling Asleep'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112309208872666147</id><published>2005-08-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:01:28.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel, Apartment, Calandar and B-Day Party</title><content type='html'>Last night my brother talked to me about his trip to Florida. He wants to plan a trip together in the near future (before the end of this year). Going on a trip doesn't sound like a bad idea although sometimes I do feel like a homebody. I told him a trip to Europe would be cheap but only doable when I'm not in school, which means, either doing it now or in December. Doing it now won't work cause I'm gonna move to a new apartment soon. Can't think of any place to travel to though. Hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will move into our new apartment by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darn thing does not have a calandar function. Crum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a calander function because I need to keep track of stuff I do. This friday is Seth's b-day party. Very excited to go. Hrm. I hope his guests are cute. And single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112309208872666147?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112309208872666147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112309208872666147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112309208872666147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112309208872666147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/travel-apartment-calandar-and-b-day.html' title='Travel, Apartment, Calandar and B-Day Party'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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-15081037.post-112309164580738267</id><published>2005-08-03T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T10:54:05.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog post</title><content type='html'>Yup. First blog post. To tell the truth. I only did this to see if there is a calander function. I need an online calander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15081037-112309164580738267?l=ramberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/feeds/112309164580738267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15081037&amp;postID=112309164580738267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112309164580738267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15081037/posts/default/112309164580738267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramberk.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-blog-post.html' title='First blog post'/><author><name>luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976960913157159320</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></feed>
