<?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-7356820885030589174</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:59:42.342-04:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Streaming'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>A Thousand Clever Lines</title><subtitle type='html'>Wasting words on lower cases and capitals</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-3545195735671496596</id><published>2010-02-16T01:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:56:13.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>Way Too Long</title><content type='html'>I really think no one reads this anymore, I mean I've been gone for so long and I haven't been really promoting it. I kinda don't want to, but a lot has happened since then so I will be forced to update with the goings on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-3545195735671496596?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3545195735671496596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=3545195735671496596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3545195735671496596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3545195735671496596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-too-long.html' title='Way Too Long'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-1106271998326184573</id><published>2009-07-22T19:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:21:58.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Quirks Of Violence and Dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61c5fa0cdba09c75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61c5fa0cdba09c75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67B4CA880C0048909B69AA270DA310C2BD352D1F.2FB3F35D39DD95B2D97B075C0195304B55349AB9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61c5fa0cdba09c75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3UD03wiwhvuVkzAp5HFoKSK0mVw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61c5fa0cdba09c75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67B4CA880C0048909B69AA270DA310C2BD352D1F.2FB3F35D39DD95B2D97B075C0195304B55349AB9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61c5fa0cdba09c75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3UD03wiwhvuVkzAp5HFoKSK0mVw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been recently engaging myself with the works of Quentin Tarantino. As I prepare myself for his new film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic;" id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inglourious_Basterds"&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;I've been really addicted, it just catches that classic movie feel from the 70's with the modern twist of our generation. I just wanted to share with the online community of this tribute I saw on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-1106271998326184573?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61c5fa0cdba09c75&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1106271998326184573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=1106271998326184573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/1106271998326184573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/1106271998326184573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/07/quirks-of-violence-and-dialogue.html' title='The Quirks Of Violence and Dialogue'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-3735404907402914237</id><published>2009-07-22T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:52:35.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>That Girl's A Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;But If We Started Dating It Would Ruin Our Friendship Where I Ask You To Do Things And You Do Them&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Kimberly Pruitt&lt;/b&gt;           &lt;p&gt;I really like you. I do. You're so nice, and sweet, and you listen to all my problems and respond with the appropriate compliments. But, well, I don't really see a relationship in our future. It would be terrible if we let sex destroy this great friendship we have where I get everything I want and you get nothing you want. Don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I knew you would understand. You always do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We're so perfect as friends, you know? I can tell you anything, and you know you can always come to me anytime you need to hear me bitch about work or how ugly I feel. You wouldn't want to ruin a friendship like that just so you could be my boyfriend, and have me look at you with desire and longing in my eyes, if only once—would you? Of course not. Well, if we started dating, it would only complicate this wonderful setup I've got going here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's just…you're like my best friend, and I would hate for something you desperately want to change that. I mean, sure, we could go on some dates, maybe mess around a little and finally validate the six years you've spent languishing in this platonic nightmare, but then what? How could we ever go back to the way we were, where I take advantage of your clear attraction to me so I can have someone at my beck and call? That part of our friendship means so much to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No. We are just destined to be really, really good friends who only hang out when I don't have a boyfriend, but still need male attention to boost my fragile and all-consuming ego.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anything can happen once you bring romance in. Think about how awful my last relationship was at the end, remember? The guy I'd call you crying about at 3 a.m. because he wouldn't answer my texts? The guy I met at the birthday party you threw me? I had insanely passionate sex with him for four months and now we don't even talk anymore. God, I would die if something like that happened to us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Plus, ick, can you even imagine getting naked in front of each other? I've known you so long, you're more like a brother that I've drunkenly made out with twice and never mentioned again. It'd be way too weird. And if we did, then whenever you'd come shopping with me, or go to one of my performances or charity events, or take me for ice cream when I've had a bad day at work, you'd be looking at me like, "I've seen her breasts." God, I can't think of anything more awkward that that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, before I forget, my mom says hi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, you would totally hate me as your girlfriend. I'd be all needy and dramatic and slowly growing to love you. If I was your girlfriend, I would never be able to tell you all about the other asshole guys I date and pretend I don't see how much it crushes you. Let's never lose that. That's what makes us us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don't worry. You're so funny and smart and amazing, any girl but me would be lucky to date you. You'll find someone, I know it. And when you do, I'll be right by your side to suddenly become all flirty and affectionate with you in front of her, until she grows jealous and won't believe it when you say we're just friends. But when she dumps you, that's just what we'll be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Best&lt;/i&gt; friends. Friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/opinion/but_if_we_started_dating_it"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-3735404907402914237?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3735404907402914237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=3735404907402914237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3735404907402914237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3735404907402914237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-girls-trick.html' title='That Girl&apos;s A Trick'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-3852303603341748462</id><published>2009-07-07T00:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:49:46.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>Waste Myself In You</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago it was 1999 and twenty years ago it was 1989, and now we are less then a year away from another decade. A lot has happened since the last time I really blog. Yet I still don't know how to blog after all this time. I've always wanted to inform the world of how my life is going, the ups and the downs, as well as share insight of inspiring spiritual concepts that get to me. Yet I still look at life as one big canvas, always white, always needing something, always open for creation. Whether it be visual, grammatical or deep. Like most people I claim to know, I'm an observer and never a participator. I feel I notice ten billion things more than normal people. By any means does this sound like I'm better than anyone else, sometimes I wish I didn't notice life like I do, sometimes I wish I was blinded by the truth of my heart. But this unreal perceptive has taught me and continues to educate me in this aura we are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I would like to say that my brother and I are very close. He is 10 years old and already has face major adversity in his life. From the time he was born, our family didn't know if we was going to live. My brother was born pre-maturely and the rate of them living were slim to none. The hospital became our second home, and at the time I was old enough to understand his situation, yet young enough to do nothing. Well as the months came and gone, my brother slowly became better and was in normal condition. Still things weren't for sure yet, and even thought he was able to come home, he was attached to a machine for safety. Whenever that machine sounded, my heart would stop, and everytime he slept I would feel his chest to see if his heart was beating. I wouldn't say those were hard times, I always felt like God couldn't take a baby away. After those rough stages, our little Michael, who we named after the archangel, was becoming a boy. Babies are always such uplifters and just having him around was something. That was about 9 or 10 years ago, and since then I've seen him grow up, like I've said before I've felt as much as a father as our own father did. He's approaching that stage in his life, where the people he meets and the things that he will do, will play a vital role and mold him into the human he will be. It's an unreal experience to see this happening before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I want to end with Brandon Lee quoting "The Sheltering Sky" prior to his tragic death during the filming of The Crow in 1993:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-3852303603341748462?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3852303603341748462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=3852303603341748462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3852303603341748462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3852303603341748462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-really-left.html' title='Waste Myself In You'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7171259418307540289</id><published>2009-06-16T01:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:07:35.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sj76SYiBH2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/cZOd9UIn3Lw/s1600-h/Benjamin+Button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sj76SYiBH2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/cZOd9UIn3Lw/s400/Benjamin+Button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349988601092448098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For what it’s worth, it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit… start whenever you want… you can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that stop you. I hope you feel things that you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-712e1dc31b591f3b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D712e1dc31b591f3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5648B63557C6B98AF22B401C15A0F44BEAA67B02.3A70DBAF98A4514181EAE7E2D430DD25A004CF8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D712e1dc31b591f3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLBDxi557S15LeSOZtWM52LFsVTw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D712e1dc31b591f3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5648B63557C6B98AF22B401C15A0F44BEAA67B02.3A70DBAF98A4514181EAE7E2D430DD25A004CF8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D712e1dc31b591f3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLBDxi557S15LeSOZtWM52LFsVTw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7171259418307540289?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=712e1dc31b591f3b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7171259418307540289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7171259418307540289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7171259418307540289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7171259418307540289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-what-its-worth-its-never-too-late.html' title='The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sj76SYiBH2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/cZOd9UIn3Lw/s72-c/Benjamin+Button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-193092665496672647</id><published>2009-04-16T19:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:59:13.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Eva Longoria Is The New Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SefGSi7A1WI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fSmEIZ1RWeQ/s1600-h/Eva+Longoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SefGSi7A1WI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fSmEIZ1RWeQ/s400/Eva+Longoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325443106303169890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the title is a bit bold, let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching MTV's Teen Cribs, yes there is a Teen Cribs now, besides that this kid was showing his room and wanted to show off his computer. I couldn't help but see a picture framed next to his computer. My first thoughts were, "hey at least he's got Jesus Christ next to his computer". Feeling good about myself the kids then proceeded to shows off the picture, it was an signed picture of Eva Longoria!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST GOT PWNED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-193092665496672647?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/193092665496672647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=193092665496672647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/193092665496672647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/193092665496672647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/04/eva-longoria-is-new-jesus.html' title='Eva Longoria Is The New Jesus'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SefGSi7A1WI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fSmEIZ1RWeQ/s72-c/Eva+Longoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-6587553700265358923</id><published>2009-04-11T10:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:12:18.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>It Can't Rain All The Time</title><content type='html'>It's raining and it's Saturday so I decided to start a blog. This was a good start to April, let's recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most important thing is that a year ago around this time I decided to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. That was three years of investigating before I took the final plunge. With it being my anniversary just brought me back to the strong feelings of the spirit. I still feel a strong sense of faith and the spirit guiding me into the right direction. It feels amazing to stand for something so truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say that I've experienced it all in my first year, but I came pretty darn close in my books. When I join I really wanted to work for it, I really tried to do everything I can. And those experiences that I've had whether it's going to the temple or giving a talk or baring my testimony to a stranger have all profound meaning to me. One of the lessons I did learn is to not over do it and not to rush things. I was trying so hard to be a go getter, that I just needed to lift where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall thought my experiences have led to this moment right here. I have a lot of decisions to make and I know with the help of God I will make the right ones. And just keep on keeping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the movie I've waited nine years to see was leaked out on April fools. If you read the Kitsch blog, you know I'm talking about X-Men Origins, it's my last attempt to still feel like a kid. And it's helps the my two favorite characters are finally hitting the big screen, as in Gambit and Deadpool. But I did see the leaked version, which had 20 minutes missing and unfinished special effects, but still I waited nine years for something and I'm still gonna see it when it comes out. Good movie and gonna patiently wait for the final verison to make a final review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside the movie, my room is now just amazingly clean, it's like temple clean. I'm pretty proud of myself about it so I'll give it it's dues now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the good happening the only bumper was UNC winning the national championship in a blow out. I hate UNC this year and I hate blow outs. I'm so glad that Tyler can become a scrub now in the NBA with J.J. Redick and Adam Morrison and or for those BYU fans remember Rafael Araujo. If Tyler becomes the next Lebron James, you have the right to punch me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Bojangles:&lt;br /&gt;This is a testimony to kill you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-6587553700265358923?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6587553700265358923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=6587553700265358923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6587553700265358923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6587553700265358923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-rain-by-blind-melon.html' title='It Can&apos;t Rain All The Time'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-1572716357570372234</id><published>2009-03-26T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:53:57.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/ScwxDDLmwFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/dLnpSeZ8NZg/s1600-h/photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/ScwxDDLmwFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/dLnpSeZ8NZg/s400/photographer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317679188481065042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When did everyone in the freaking world become a photographer? Like serious dudes, everyone got the expensive camera and the photoshop tools on their laptop. Thanks to facebook, myspace, blogs, digital cameras, and a lot of free time, there are like a billion “photographers” out there. When can you just take a picture for just taking a picture? I mean photos are great; I love looking back at all fam pics and scrapbooks. But nowadays your photo album is your “tag” record on facebook or on your blog. Yes I’m an old school kinda guy, but sometimes it just seems silly. Do you have to take a picture of every historic landmark you go to? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also what kinda is a funny observation is: whom do you ask to take these pictures. I mean your gonna be in them so your not taking them and if it’s with a group of people, you don’t want someone left out. And do you really think these strangers want to take your picture. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;From now on I’m just gonna start doing silhouettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-1572716357570372234?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1572716357570372234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=1572716357570372234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/1572716357570372234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/1572716357570372234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/ScwxDDLmwFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/dLnpSeZ8NZg/s72-c/photographer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-8413202400936825344</id><published>2009-03-09T23:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:58:55.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Taylor Kitsch Appreciation Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh6eLA1zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Q_QRodbK12M/s1600-h/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh6eLA1zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Q_QRodbK12M/s400/49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311399730201286450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of people don't know who this actor is, but throughout the past 2 years I've been impressed with what he has done with little to work with. Yes, he's a pretty face with a body to match, so the Hollywood image is still fitting. I want to go out on a limb and proclaim him to be a solid actor for years to come. Will he makes it to the ranks of the the elite, only time with tell. But from hearing him in interviews and seeing his range on film, he would be someone I would enjoying watching.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh5_6oHxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QDtndckB22Y/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh5_6oHxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QDtndckB22Y/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311399722079493906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He first caught my eye in Snakes on a Plane, playing one of the minor passengers in the flight. Though he had no lines, I still had the curiosity to imdb him after the movie, something I've called a hobby now. He also made a small appearance in John Tucker Must Die (A personally favorite). Then came the big breaks, starring as one of the leads in The Covenant and the cult favorite Friday Night Lights the TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh5XyP-OI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/r88ilXsKcFw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh5XyP-OI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/r88ilXsKcFw/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311399711306938594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Covenant really targeted to that certain Twilight demographic, so I enjoyed it but it was a one time thing. Then came the show Friday Night Lights, at first I wasn't all to interested when it came out, I was fairly busy on Tuesday nights, when it first came out. Then after some convincing I took a peak, now it being on Friday nights (big surprise) I really enjoyed it, it was that show I was looking for. I've been a on and off with The Office and Chuck and loved most of the NBC shows, Law and Order: SVU still one of the favorites. But I loved the storyline, I love the characters, especially Taylor's which is the rough Tim Riggins. And his portrayal of the rebel full back was perfect and really showed a lot dimensons in his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh6GfX5BI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dVKfYQpyiBE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh6GfX5BI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dVKfYQpyiBE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311399723844232210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's now on the rise with another big blockbuster coming out this May with X-Men Origins: Wolverine. He plays the cult comicbook hero (Also my favorite Marvel Character) the Cajan turned poker player mutant Gambit. I've seen all the trailers and will post on here. I cannot wait for this movie. I've waited 9 years to see Gambit on screen and I'm glad that I know that Kitsch will do him justice. A Gambit blog will soon follow as well as reviews to the movie. It's this year's Dark Knight.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh5tEeIXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kvDH7djDJKQ/s1600-h/70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh5tEeIXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kvDH7djDJKQ/s400/70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311399717020508530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c97a2b3c47d0a13a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc97a2b3c47d0a13a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A82C85632BC058E510C5772DBF929AC70DDD316.7A2725B8EDB88CBBBBB3C526600F4B9C911C295C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc97a2b3c47d0a13a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWPgahC6S7CTj19Yw48wJXeUrn18&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc97a2b3c47d0a13a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A82C85632BC058E510C5772DBF929AC70DDD316.7A2725B8EDB88CBBBBB3C526600F4B9C911C295C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc97a2b3c47d0a13a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWPgahC6S7CTj19Yw48wJXeUrn18&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-8413202400936825344?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c97a2b3c47d0a13a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8413202400936825344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=8413202400936825344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/8413202400936825344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/8413202400936825344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylor-kitsch-appreciation-post.html' title='The Taylor Kitsch Appreciation Post'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SbXh6eLA1zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Q_QRodbK12M/s72-c/49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-2337760845891005428</id><published>2009-03-02T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:18:35.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Marry Me, Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SayO3_lTdYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BzTVERCI-VU/s1600-h/Taylor+Swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SayO3_lTdYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BzTVERCI-VU/s400/Taylor+Swift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308775153374819714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I blog this I am listening to the wonderful voice of Taylor Swift. She's really the new age Faith Hill and Shania Twain, you know bring poppy country music to the mainstream. Aside from her amazing musical talent, I really like that way she is carrying herself as a young teen idol. Nowadays we see so much sexual content go hand in hand with music, especially with the female artist. Taylor Swift and Ingrid Michaelson have been my breath of fresh air in this current music scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-2337760845891005428?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2337760845891005428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=2337760845891005428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/2337760845891005428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/2337760845891005428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylor-swift.html' title='Marry Me, Juliet'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SayO3_lTdYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BzTVERCI-VU/s72-c/Taylor+Swift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-6226922785184021587</id><published>2009-02-17T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:55:30.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Golf Is Not A Sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SZsUn9aaC9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/A8taY6wYLcg/s1600-h/Golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SZsUn9aaC9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/A8taY6wYLcg/s400/Golf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303855662891666386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate golf and you should too. I hate it when anything nowadays classifies itself as a sport. You hit a ball with stick (like baseball, whose borderline too) then you try to put the ball in a small hole. And Golf courses are so freakin' huge, seriously that's pretty arrogant to have all that space. They don't even walk to the next hole, they had golf carts i.e. small cars. You know with all this homelessness in America, why don't we just put housing their for the house less. I hate golf, I hate Tiger Woods and anyone associated with this arrogant sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-6226922785184021587?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6226922785184021587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=6226922785184021587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6226922785184021587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6226922785184021587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/02/golf-is-not-sport.html' title='Golf Is Not A Sport'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SZsUn9aaC9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/A8taY6wYLcg/s72-c/Golf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-6921624809594334807</id><published>2009-01-24T02:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:24:32.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>My Awesome Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h306/GregCVeluz/GIF%20Images/thremoteImage-52.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 88px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h306/GregCVeluz/GIF%20Images/thremoteImage-52.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-6921624809594334807?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6921624809594334807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=6921624809594334807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6921624809594334807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6921624809594334807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-awesome-dance.html' title='My Awesome Dance'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h306/GregCVeluz/GIF%20Images/th_thremoteImage-52.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-4057407093462960598</id><published>2009-01-13T01:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:05:27.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>I Have Been Empowered By Thee</title><content type='html'>I am right now so touched by the spirit of God, that I must record these feelings. Don't feel awkward that I am putting this on here for some effect. As the title say I am just empowered by God right now, to share my thoughts and  a message that I feel so strongly about. I have probably talked about this in my blogs before but again I just need to say again, if not for my readers, definitely for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing Up For God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple enough, and most of us in the faith do a really good job of it. Why bring it up then? I do because I had a most wonderful conversation with a good friend of mine. I guess I was complaining how sometimes I see people of the faith not using all their potential. I understand that we are all not perfect and of natural man. That we all want to reach our potential, but sometimes "we're just fine where we are" phrase comes up. Now don't get me wrong I am not perfect, I'm far from it like many, but without sounding arrogant I believe that there is a strong will and desire that God has given me to overcome certain downfalls. I have weakness, but I've found out that most of them are internal, when I battle myself. I've just had too many experiences in my life where I could of easily turned harmless fun into a serious addiction or a crime, but I didn't. Looking back I'm so thankful I chose the right, before I even knew it was an LDS phrase. I was built for this church, because it's true. Here's the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Not Conform To Society, To Man or anything else, JUST GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course easier said than done. But this message goes out to people like me, which makes this a personal reminder. For those of you who are strong in the faith of our heavenly father, good job! you have passed step one, but before skipping to step two, which we all do from time to time, take a look at yourself(mind you I'm doing this with you). There are those "little" things that we do that we know shouldn't be doing, thinking or saying, we all have them, trust me I have a billion. Before I get down from my soapbox, I WARN you(and myself) that before you do anything and I mean anything please have the piece of mind of the Lord. Do not justify any of your actions, you must ask God first, you must know what he wants you to do. Yes I know we our free agency, but it is only there because he allowed it to be there. The best thing I can say about that is, when you can be more than 75% sure you are making a righteous decision for God and have that REAL intend, then when exercising that free agency its more of God doing what he does best, which is blessing his children, lets make him proud. Now remember this is about those little things that seem small and harmless until they all gather in a room and become a big problem. Don't make it the pink elephant in the room, take care of it now, before making bad decisions that won't hurt now until it's down the road and it pops it's head back into your life. I know we have needs too, but when we do what is important first our needs we'll already be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some it up, Stand For God, and let him know, everyone around you and keep reminding yourself to fight the good fight. Those "little" things sometimes make the big difference. Don't let up, don't give up and don't cheat the game. We come here to grow, lets grow together and strength each other. Sometimes I feel like I am the only one that feels this way, but I know I'm not alone, I'll never be alone when God is there, I'm just trying to get his children back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, here is the First Presidency Message from the Ensign(irony anyone):&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=e186d4c196f5e110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=true"&gt;Let Us Raise Our Voice of Warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-4057407093462960598?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4057407093462960598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=4057407093462960598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/4057407093462960598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/4057407093462960598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-empowered-by-thee.html' title='I Have Been Empowered By Thee'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-551024204404703785</id><published>2009-01-10T00:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:45:07.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>Almost Been A Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SWgxnMdgDAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-DCwGxMYSdA/s1600-h/Heath+Ledger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SWgxnMdgDAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-DCwGxMYSdA/s320/Heath+Ledger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289532311776267266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I know I haven't done a Heath Ledger blog in a while and I felt that this was the right time. I recently saw Dark Knight again and all those feelings I had about his performance surfaced again. I also find it very interesting that after that movie came out, there was the Oscar buzz of this performance. That his one year death anniversary is on the same day that the Oscar  nominations will be presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just want to get this for the record too. I'm a fan of art and movies are a great expression of art. Heath Ledger was an artist and that's all I cared about. His personal life is his personal life, I don't know him personally to make any judgment call. I am not an obsessed fan or anything crazy like that. As an artist myself, I was shocked to see another great artist of our time die. It effected me as someone who really connected to his films. I hold his performances to the highest regards. So before you think I am just a celebrity junkie trying to figure out the next scoop or hot story you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I reflect on the films he's done, I can only be satisfied with it. How he took so many unconventional roles and made it work was such a talent. He brings his take of the role as well as a relate-able quality that you've been before but can't really point it out. I recently was Candy, one of his many Aussie flicks and he again took a very difficult role and made it look as easy as pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When January 22th comes along, I'll probably be watching one of his movies and celebrating his time on this earth to share his God given talents for all of us movie goers to enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-551024204404703785?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/551024204404703785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=551024204404703785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/551024204404703785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/551024204404703785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-been-year.html' title='Almost Been A Year...'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SWgxnMdgDAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-DCwGxMYSdA/s72-c/Heath+Ledger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-2466000937682636722</id><published>2009-01-07T23:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:52:37.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>One Of Those Nights</title><content type='html'>I usually blog my thoughts on Sunday, reflecting on the week I just finished and preparing for the week ahead. Tonight it's different, because it's a personal special milestone. I am less than 30 minutes away from celebrating my birthday. There is no better way to celebrate your birthday like this for me. I'll be up all night, blogging, doing laundry, adding some programs to the laptop and overall reflecting this time around last year. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around this time, I remember cutting my hair, playing lots of basketball at George Mason with my friend Blake and going to the opening night of institute. A year ago I wasn't part of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I was just your run of the mill catholic boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed during those times last year. I joined the church that I had invested 3 years of my life too, I dyed my hair blond and I just had so many heart warming experiences as a new convert to the church. I thought it was fun getting callings, going to the temple, receiving my priesthood, getting my pat. blessing, doing home teaching, and just growing in the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I really what to focus on in this blog. My thankfulness to my Heavenly Father and His Son that has allowed me to be with him someday. One thing I am so thankful for in this gospel is perfect knowledge. That through our faith, preparation and desire we can attain perfect knowledge of our existence. So many times in my life, I've been confused, misdirected and angry of simple trues I wish I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there is so much great knowledge that I come to know, too many to even think straight right now, but I know that all that great knowledge are blessings from God. With all that I've learned, I am now able to grow and apply this knowledge to my life and become the man that God wants me to be. I just started my journey and the difference is evident. God is true, God loves us, God is in us. I just feel so overwhelmed of the spirit right now that I just want to finished this up and take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-2466000937682636722?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2466000937682636722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=2466000937682636722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/2466000937682636722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/2466000937682636722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-those-nights.html' title='One Of Those Nights'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-6634213382141532369</id><published>2009-01-02T03:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:57:44.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>Starting Off Right!</title><content type='html'>How do I top 2008, it has been a year to remember in my life! I mean I can't even remember 2002 or 2003 in my life. 2008 just had so many memories and most of them were documented either on facebook or on this blog. But as much as I love reflecting on the old year, I want to look forward and express some feelings. I just finished an amazing conversation with an amazing friend of mine about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure.&lt;br /&gt;I know that is a word most of us don't want to here, but I've experienced a lot of it during 2008 and prepared for it in 2009. I love how when you grow older you grow wiser, stronger and spiritual if you set your mind to it.&lt;br /&gt;At the start of 2008, I felt like a total failure, in everything, felt like I wasn't doing anything right and making all the wrong decisions. It really affected who I really was and it's also affected the people around me. Through this failure period I was a completely different person, I really beat up myself and just spiral down. I never did anything that would completely ruin my life and I still had this ounce of hope in God. I'd like to say that I never gave up on him. Many people I know have given up on him so quickly it's scary. But I know deep down in my heart and soul I wasn't going to let the Man down. So that kept me from seriously harming myself.&lt;br /&gt;And as the hope got stronger I was becoming more adept to God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So many times in my life, I never asked him to help me, always thinking of someone else that needed his help. Telling myself I'll be fine, help the ones that need you the most I'd say to God. Then I found myself in that position, and I hated it, I couldn't stand the fact that I failed God. I always wanted him to know that he can always count on me and when I felt like I let him down, it killed me.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I gained a testimony of his love. I knew he loved me, but never how much. I also felt that I need to have a certain love rate to him from me and vice versa. And when it finally hit me that he loves me more than I can ever know, I felt that certain peace inside. And I knew that I never failed him.&lt;br /&gt;Now this experience happened in the beginning of 2008, and I took that momentum and ran with it to do the most amazing things in my life. I was on that roll, I overcame things I thought I would never overcome. It was Mission: Possible for a period of time and cloud 9 was what I called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a different kind of failure hits you right at your most strongest moments. It comes to you like snakes in a field. When all of a sudden fangs are out and venom is drawn. I know that was kind of a stretch, but you know me, I love to live outside the lines and express the imagi-nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This certain failure is an external one, a social one and more open in the public one. You get the point. I don't like to enter my dirty laundry, but at this point if your an LDS single adult you know exactly what I mean. I always say you do the best you can and the things you cannot control you put in God's hands. This was the case and I did every possible thing in my control. And having faith to be patient, humble and willing. And in the end, in the world's eyes, I failed once more. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I handled it as best as I could. I was the hardest on myself and I handled it better than other times. What it is, is what it is and that's the bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is a point to all this, this isn't Greg's I failed again blog, though my high school teachers would disagree. This is the best way to start off the New Year. To have a testimony on our "failure". Many times in my life, failure is followed by doubt. That is was my fault, that I was the reason behind it. It can also lead to finger pointing, finding other outlets. The fact is that failure is hard to deal with (I know the understatement of the century). But I feel that sometimes failure is the pink elephant in the room never to be mention. That talking about it will just make us feel more depressed about the missed chances, etc. It's now time to change that perceptive. This is an off the wall quote, but after reading it I found some very weird inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a world of black and white, I live in a world of gray, which allows me to do things others simply cannot do, which allows me to fall and get back up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will live my life to the fullest, I will achieve my dreams, I will follow my savior. And every time I fall, I get back up and I'm just a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser and a little bit more spiritual. Take that negative energy, roll it up into a ball and throw it as far as you can. And you get back on that horse, and you dusk yourself off and you press forward. Follow that righteous path, rock on and walk to God's Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready. Be prepare. 2009 is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-6634213382141532369?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6634213382141532369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=6634213382141532369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6634213382141532369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6634213382141532369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-off-right.html' title='Starting Off Right!'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7150204587897639922</id><published>2008-12-22T03:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:00:10.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>Another Sunday, Another Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid_AIKpqiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jvtw_yM9dQY/s1600-h/Candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid_AIKpqiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jvtw_yM9dQY/s400/Candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343379123067267618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So basically all the awesome stuff in my life happen between Friday through Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;It was a chill day, slept in, and really didn't eat much of anything. During Bethany's farewell party, Aubrey and Ben told me that we should have like a party reliving our younger days. I don't think I'm that old and I still act like a child, so perfect fit. We entitled the party Recess and only invited 5 people (our clique). Ben got some really good old school snacks and I didn't even know still existed. Just so you get a good idea, here is the "food":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So we snacked, watched some Pro Wrestling (ode to Aubrey's DDP Shirt), and danced, danced, danced. The play list was all over the place, and we ended up recording most of it, for blackmailing purposes. No links here, just request. Played a couple of games and was on a sugar high for 8 hours. I got home at one and remembered that I had to play basketball in the morning, like 8 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;After kinda recovering from my sugar high, I woke up at like 7:15 and got ready for basketball. Got picked up by Nate and Josh and met everyone at the church. Now had to play at 8 because we got enough guys to play 5 on 5, the plan was to play with some of the sisters. So they got 9:30 to 11 as we got 8 to 9:30. 10 guys showed up and I was excited, the only problem was that no one had a key to the building or the code. I made some calls, until I had to call someone from the Bishopric. I called Brother Stowers at 8:12am on a Saturday, yeah I know. So I woke him up, drove to his house and got the key. Aside that awkwardness I felt, the basketball was great, I was extremely tired and hungry. Played it out and ate some Silver Diner. That day was also AJ Payne's baptism. I never knew he was an investigator like I was, I though he was a live long member. It was really sweet being there and also seeing John Homer who also joined 2 weeks ago. Just getting to know those two has strengthen me in so many ways. After that I had some lunch with Nathan, Victoria, Brett and Carmen at Panera. Got a much needed nap and headed to Adrienne's house for some game night! It was super fun, we were also watching the BYU game, just so you know they lost. Marty Brown was there, representin' the hood (so was Simone). But the real action happened when I drove home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left the house I was headed back to my place. I took Old Keene Mill to Burke Center Parkway to get home. I was at a light, and all of a sudden a car from my right side just crashes into this car and flies across the left turning lane. I was about a couple feet away from the action. I was in total shock, I just witnessed a car crash and someone might have died or something. This was around 11:50pm so I was also extremely tired. So I try to collect myself and I''m looking at the car, and it's bumper was gone, windows were broken, just really tore up his car. And all of sudden the car starts speeding again and crosses the red light, and like 3 seconds later 2 cop cars start coming from my right, then the light turns green. The other cars that were there were as shocked and scared like I was. I basically freaked out and just wanted to go home, so I just drove home and prayed to be safe.  They caught the guy like 3 blocks over, there were like 5 cop cars just surrounding him. I made it home safely, but just in shocked that I could of die that night if that guy hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to end it right there, as I am extremely tired at this point. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7150204587897639922?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7150204587897639922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7150204587897639922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7150204587897639922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7150204587897639922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-sunday-another-blog.html' title='Another Sunday, Another Blog'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid_AIKpqiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jvtw_yM9dQY/s72-c/Candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7334912364668496513</id><published>2008-12-15T00:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T04:59:15.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Sunday Bloggings</title><content type='html'>Recap of the Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;I planned to go ice staking with Adrienne, Simone, Aubrey, Alice, John, Kyle and Ben. We met up at Adrienne, Simone and Aubrey's home and started the adventure. We also planned to eat at a Moroccan place. It's proclaimed itself Heavens Food. After the meal, a belly dancer, yes A belly dancer started doing her thing. AWKWARD. I did manage to dance my way out of the restaurant. We also pressured John to come ice staking with us, the last time he went was that amazing Saturday that I blogged about(&lt;a href="http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-crazy-saturday.html"&gt;linked provided&lt;/a&gt;). After 2 minutes of mormon peer pressure, he caved. I usually put my seatbelt on when I get into cars, but I guess this night was different. Let's just say I learned the hard way. Alright! after parking extremely far, some decided to power walk and others decided to link arms and walked together. I did both as well as get a piggyback ride (twice). We get there, prime and ready! then the lady comes up to us and tells us the tickets are sold out. NO ICE STAKING. Bumper to the tenth power dudes. So we did the next best thing: Take High School Musical Type Jumping Pictures. (Whoever reads my blog is most likely my facebook friend too, so just check out the jumping photos that way, thank you).&lt;br /&gt;After much needed jumping, warming up to the fire and running into my dance instructor Lindsey, we head to ihop for good food. Finding a parking spot was tricky and a downer, but I got to sit on Adrienne's lap (hot stuff). The ihop moment was John's food request, 2 sunny side up eggs...that's it. He finished it in 1 minute. Everything was chill, headed home, shared music with Ben (who has the same taste as me). And wished Adrienne and Simone a happy trip to NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;So while at ihop, John, Ben, Aubrey, Alice and I decided to go to D.C. again and check out more stuff. We went to the Natural History Museum. I've never been there before and it was fun to be a tourist. I kept proclaiming us to be from Idaho. Interesting enough too was the fact that they have family bathrooms, good for any family sealed in the temple :) (little mormon humor). It was a blast, until I went into the WW II stuff. I saw what part the Philippines' role was in the historic war. It brought me back to my grandfather, who was a war veteran and who survived the Bataan Death March. If he didn't survive that, I WOULD NOT BE HERE. I started getting emotional and for a while just distancing myself from my friends as I got a hold of myself. His birthday is coming up and it just reminded me of the grandfather I barely knew. I was born January 8th, 1987 and he died January 9th, 1986. Because his death anniversary was so close to my birth, my parents and grandmother named me after him. So I've always felt this bond with my grandfather, even though I've never met him. A lot my family back home would say that I have some of his characteristics. And I loved how he met my grandmother, it's like something out of a movie. He met her while in service, in a party he didn't want to go to. He went anyway and met my grandmother. You can only dream those kinda things. And I'm a dreamer. After collecting myself I found my friends and continued on a great rest of the day. That day was our ward's Christmas Party.  I am in the activities committee so I was helping setting up and what not. It was also the talent show, and I was in two acts, I know I'm an attention whore. So that is what I did when I got back from D.C. The amazing Bethany set up our improv &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; skit. I was the guy who would sent out apps to people all the time. I did it in real life so my part was easy. The script was very funny and Carmen and Jeff tore it up! After this, Jeff will have no problem finding a wife ;) Then I did the act that I set up which was the Ice Ice Baby Dance. Lindsey helped myself, Gary and Lael prepare oursleves, and with some fine tuning from Jackie we were amped and ready. It was short and sweet and the whole ward got a blast out of it. I was super tired, and went straight to bed after it was all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Church, Church, Church and more church. Gave my good friend Hoang a ride after picking up my sister from her friend's house. Took care of some Sub 4 Santa stuff and tried to stay awake. I sat in the back in case I fell asleep. The program was so awesome, so many people in our ward are so talented. The message that Lillian shared was just amazing. As I was preparing for the work ahead as we finished sacrament, the Bishop gave his thoughts. It was different from what he has done before, because for the first time he felt my pain. Like he understood me, I've always looked up to the Bishopric and everyone in my ward, I'm like everyone's little brother. So when he gave that talk I started getting really emotional in my heart. I mean he even called me out in his talk, and I was just stunned because I was so touched my the spirit, and he talked about the converts in the ward, like Lillian, Manuel, Myself, John and how we found the light of God in our lives. He's right, our lives weren't bad before we joined the church, we just didn't have knowledge of everything. I personally recounted a time where I was very hateful to God, and telling him off, because I felt like I was getting the end of the stick in life. I still feel like that some days, but not as much as before. And my heart started to tell me about the knowledge I gained, that GOD DOES LOVE ME. After the touching experience, ran my daily church routine. Went to Nancy's class, the last time she would teach, because she's moving back to Utah. She is a wonderful person and I'm so thankful to had known her, even if it was just for a bit. I'm kinda getting depressed with all the people moving, Bethany is leaving this week, Nancy right after her Rich and Lael Cox is going to family wards. Total Bumage. Well I sticked it out, did some home teaching and called it a day. Again super tired and slept the day away so I can blog right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a guy that has nothing to do, I sure know how to keep busy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7334912364668496513?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7334912364668496513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7334912364668496513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7334912364668496513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7334912364668496513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-bloggings.html' title='Sunday Bloggings'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-3925360819559374490</id><published>2008-12-08T03:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:03:55.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>I Know It's Late</title><content type='html'>It is Monday 3:56am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping, but instead I'm streaming (clever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, I'm just thinking to much, so I might as well share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was fast Sunday, those are always such interesting days for me now. I believe I've blogged about it once or twice. But I'm not going to talk about Sunday just yet, I kinda want to recap my weekend, starting with Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a slow day, I really didn't do much the first half of the day, just the same old same old. But later that night I was going to my good friend Adrienne's Ugly Sweater Party. And trust me I had an ugly sweater, I've learned from my mistakes (almost) when it comes to fashion. But being the artist I am, I wanted to get creative. So I just wrapped a string of Christmas lights and duck taped them to my ugly sweater. My cord wasn't long enough, so when I would plug myself I didn't have much room to move. Overall it was fun party, like the LDS ones I go too. I drove two LDS GMU students, my FHE mom Amy and newly baptized Megan. They are both wonderful and energetic women. Because of brother Speckhart's challenge to meet new people in the ward, I tried my best to meet a new person or get to know a person I hardly knew. I believe I did pretty well for myself. What is so great about our ward or the church in general is that everyone is a friend, yes in different levels, yet you can see potential in all of them. Coming from the non LDS world, you know who to trust and who to avoid. In the LDS culture you can really trust anyone. When it comes to observing people though, you know the ones that need a little help in the social department, you know the ones that "stick close to their kind" not trying to sound klique-ish but it is true, you know outgoing ones, you know borderline rebels, and so forth and so on. With all the difference and similiarities we have, I try to see everyone in black and white. I keep it simple, treat it all the same from the tall and confident to the short and shy, not to stereotype. Sometimes I think I'm the only one out there thinking this way and acting by it. I know I'm not but it's hard to find these type of people. Towards the end of the party, I guess I just started ranting about what's wrong with people these days and how they need to change their outlook to see changes in their lives. I pretty much went across the board, I mean I love ranting, I'm doing it right now. Whether or not anyone listens, it's my journal to look back on once I'm married and have 10 kids. I got home late and stayed up like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up around 2-ish on the pm side. I know it's not healthy, but you only live once to find out right. I check the email and remembered that my good friend John Homer, an investigator was joining the church. Now I will say this, I have not been to a baptism since mine, and that was April. I do remember others joining during that span, but I was never able to go to theirs. So when I knew I had the time to make it to John's ,I did. It didn't really bring me back to my baptism, I just felt that John was doing something he knew was right for him. He had always been a very chill guy from what I knew and it was nothing different. When it was all done, I had some time to talk to him, tell him my story and just related my similiar experience. He's such a good dude, like the type that your glad you know, you know. So I'm thankful for making another friend that day. Oh the people God puts in your life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism it started snowing, I did not like that at all. I come from an island and I love the sun and shorts, so snow is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my friend Crystal's house to celebrate her birthday. That was an adventure, because I was there on time, but couldn't find parking for 30 minutes. I got there gave my presents and just started to enjoy myself. There was a funny moment for me, Jun ask me to ask Crystal how old she was, so I asked her, me hearing 27 so I told Jun it's 27. We made the candles into 27 and sang the birthday song. Crystal would later tell me that she was 26, and then just laughed it off. Oh the conversations you have at these get togethers, cookies and peanuts with Scott, recycling and enivronmental issuses with Jun, paralleling life's roller coaster with pro wrestling with Bryce,  thinking of nicknames with Randilyn and body paint with Paul and Carl. I know I'm pretty random, but instead of getting out of my bubble, I jam it in people's throats, not literally of course. I just hating being so plain and formal. That's my anti-society side, that I can go on forever. I got home early enough to stay up till to 2 to get ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday oh Sunday, fast Sunday it was. Joe and I made it with 2 mins to spare and it was another Sunday I haven't pass sacrament, I should try to do it next Sunday for the Christmas one. It was a beautiful serivce, got to sit next of my two favorite people, Carmen and Andrew. Because of the lack of sleep I got super tired during Sunday school, but manage my way. But it was EQ that woke me up. I was able to deliver my accouncement on stake basketball! I'm in charge this season and I really want us to win the championship. Chris Walker gave the lesson on home teaching. Reed(home teaching companion) and I do the best we can, to keep in contact, plan lessons and to just be there. When you have the best group of guys and gals to home teach, it's not that hard.  Reed being the EQ President we get a lot more then the average, but I love that. Loved it so much that I asked Chris to give Reed and I more people, to take away a portion of his load. So after church I was able to check the home teaching site and make some calls. I can't wait for more people to teach, help and to bring the gospel. I've also wanted to do more for my calling, the Activities Committee. I set personal goals for what I know I can do for the committee this coming year as well help it end with BANG! It feels good trying to be like Santa Claus this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:52 am, so almost an hour. Thanks for reading, keep up the good work, stay perfect and know that I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-3925360819559374490?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3925360819559374490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=3925360819559374490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3925360819559374490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3925360819559374490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-its-late.html' title='I Know It&apos;s Late'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7492504770052040608</id><published>2008-12-02T15:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:08:53.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/STWhfPLTs8I/AAAAAAAAALI/zyEy5eSDjBg/s1600-h/Cast+Photo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/STWhfPLTs8I/AAAAAAAAALI/zyEy5eSDjBg/s320/Cast+Photo+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275300096556381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you know from a previous bloggy I have been in the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is my take on my performance and such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to complication in my life and situations that could have prevented me from being in the show. I really wanted to finish what I started and I didn't want to let my friends down. It was a experience I would never trade in the world. I thank God I was able to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took awhile to see what my director Eve wanted out of my character Flute/Thisby, but once we were on the same page. I was able to present the character the way that Eve wanted it to be portrayed as well as giving myself some freedom to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience also refueled my love for acting, I took theater in high school, but it was bittersweet. Now I really want to expand myself with acting and really want to develop my craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to be experience and discover new friends that I hardly knew or never knew. I think we all had a special bond with the different groups and as an ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for blackmail purposes, here is a picture of me as Thisby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/STWlA5GHVJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qMxFt5bjEQ0/s1600-h/What.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/STWlA5GHVJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qMxFt5bjEQ0/s320/What.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303973279454354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the time being I'm being called Thisby but everyone that has seen the show. Thanks guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I do a good woman. I told someone yesterday that my new pick up line is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey did you know I played Thisby in the stake play (added wink)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7492504770052040608?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7492504770052040608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7492504770052040608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7492504770052040608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7492504770052040608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/midsummer-nights-dream-come-true.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream Come True'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/STWhfPLTs8I/AAAAAAAAALI/zyEy5eSDjBg/s72-c/Cast+Photo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-977898768766583746</id><published>2008-12-02T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:10:31.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>Cold Showers</title><content type='html'>Alright I'm gonna start tearin' it up with the bloggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now it has been about 2 weeks since I had a hot shower. And right after the blogging I will prepare myself for another cold shower, like ICE cold. It's not healthy, safe and smart. But what are you gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what happened is that our furnace broken down just in time, so there is no hot water anywhere in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family ended up just boiling hot water to take showers, everyone has done it except me. I'm just stubborn like that. So I have to deal with my 2 minute cold showers for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not that bad, it's still just water to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the furnace gets fixed and I can start living in bliss this holiday season&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-977898768766583746?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/977898768766583746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=977898768766583746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/977898768766583746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/977898768766583746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-showers.html' title='Cold Showers'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-681677519793107510</id><published>2008-11-17T01:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:48:00.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>Where Have I Been</title><content type='html'>I'll just get to the point, I'm a bit sick but feeling well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my family that I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;It was tough, because I've been a member for 7 months and haven't told them. So I'm glad I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the Stake Play: Midsummer Night's Dream. It's bringing me back to my love of acting again. Getting so tired after practices, I try to give it my all and sometimes my body cannot respond. But it's almost done so I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also been thinking about serving a full-time mission. I've been talking to my bishop if I can be able to serve one. So I'm just being patient with that. Hopefully I can go, if not, we'll see won't we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be going back to school soon too and maybe be able to work for the college too. I talked to a good friend of mine that might bee able to help me out with that. So I'm thankful, hopefully things workout. I still am unsure of what I want to major in, but I don't want to rush things, just find my place in the world and be proud of what I do. I've always had dreams in acting or anything with the arts. Another "we'll see" moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I make gonna be talking to a friend that might help me with situation with the USA government about my citizenship. Hopefully I can get that fixed if I go on a mission. I've tried so many times and it just didn't plan out the way I wanted, maybe this time it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way things I looking up. But for every up there is a down. My heart is kinda broken, things didn't workout the way I wanted with a certain situation. I just need to get back on the horse, dust myself off and continue with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, that has been what's going on. Life is hard right now, but I'm not mad. I have faith in my Lord and Jesus Christ that he will take care of me. I've never really asked a lot from him, I didn't want to be selfish, but now I see myself in more need of his love. I'm trying to take good care of myself, limiting my mistakes and searching for peace in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-681677519793107510?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/681677519793107510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=681677519793107510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/681677519793107510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/681677519793107510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7325169960107637354</id><published>2008-10-25T16:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:41:51.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>High School Musical 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SQODfagvk_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/1_bRwF-tq3U/s1600-h/HSM+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SQODfagvk_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/1_bRwF-tq3U/s320/HSM+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261193365414712306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided yesterday that I was going to see High School Musical 3. I'm not the type of person that would see the movie at all, let alone opening night. But I wanted to change my stars. It wasn't that I was watching horrible R rated movies, but that I sometimes justified them as art. That's why I go and watch movies, to escape the world and breathe this expression of art of a few hours. What I've come to discover is that most of these movies that express art, also express the will of the world. The good, the bad and the ugly. I always hated that saying, what about better, best and bestest right. It's always somewhat of a downward spiral in all the movie that consider themselves art. But I do not want to justify my actions. And High School Music 3 was a movie for all ages, something I can enjoy with any crowd of people. Though the crowd there were of some people I didn't quite enjoy. High school isn't like that, but it should of been. Uniting towards and understand each others as well as growing and becoming experience young adult. This is a coming of age musical the express the emotion of what teenagers go through, without glorifying the decor of drugs, drinking and sex. As much as the world makes those things the social norm, we must want a better. Yes it's hollywood, yes it's just a movie, I know things aren't always like this. But instead of looking at such a negative direction, we must pray, hope and want a better life like those postive movies. We must also prepare ourselves for things that may come. There was conflict in the movie like there is all the time and like life we struggle. Who did they overcome, through friendship, trust and experience. We all have friends we can trust, if we think we are alone, that's because we are not looking. We have to have faith and trust to our father in heaven that he may bless us if we live rightously and prepare ourselves for the journey at hand. We all want to find love, the best way to obtain it by being who God wants you to be. Put yourself out there, because you must seek friendship before love. And when you find it, and you want to know if its for sure, you pray to your heavenly father and you go get your eternal companion. We can have the happy ending, only in this world to achieve that we must humble ourselves and listen to our God. He wants us to have a happy ending, and with movies like this that show us we must all seek the best for our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7325169960107637354?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7325169960107637354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7325169960107637354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7325169960107637354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7325169960107637354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-musical-3.html' title='High School Musical 3'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SQODfagvk_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/1_bRwF-tq3U/s72-c/HSM+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-6264109486912664374</id><published>2008-10-08T12:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:11:12.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>Trying To Find A Balance</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't done a blog in quiet some time. In my defense my family was switching internet providers from Cox Cable to Verizon Fios. Though that happened last week, I guess I was just being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been up:&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been watching Lucky umber Slevin like a billions times. 1. Because I love the movie to death 2. I am making a spoof for the 8 stake activity. I will be soon posting it on the blog after the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and sister went to California for a 3 day weekend, which means I've spent a lot of time with my little brother and not so little dad. I was able to take my little brother to his first basketball game. He's been in camp for the past 2 weeks and it was time for him get his game on. I was so proud of him, some days I do feel  like his father, the way I'm always being his guiding hand in life at times. I just know he's gonna grow up to be a wonderful human being. The best part of that day was not even basketball, but the drive up. He does not have his own taste of music yet, so whatever I listen too he does as well. We had such a great time having sing along in the car. I never want to make him into something I want him to be, but I want him to discover himself and find what he loves and what he's passionate about. I just want him to have a good head on his shoulders and that he knows he's a child of God. Because of the basketball game I was unable to see the last session of conference, so I've been on www.lds.org watching what I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of conference, I utterly enjoyed the wonderful message shared to us by the higher ups. I've heard all these talks before in one form or another. It's just a different vibe when you hear it in such a way. It's very motivating, inspired and passionate. I just know that when days I feel like giving up or it's not worth it, I reach to these talks and continue to press forward. Sister Dalton's message hit me like Zwick's did last conference. To quote "If you have the will to win, you have the will to prepare". That's something I know I can better work on. To be prepared to be that child of God, that child for your earthly parents, that brother to your sisters and brothers, that friend, that husband, that father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of preparing yourself. I was talking to a friend about lds culture and dating, because yeah were both single. Personally I'm coming from the "world's" culture and dating so it's taking me some time to really adjust. At first it never was much of importance to me, but slowly it's sinking in. In some ways I didn't want to change the person I already was, because I wanted to stay true to myself. Then I came across this quote from a Shawn Michaels book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd step up and be the man I was born to be. instead of the man I selfishly wanted to be." - Shawn Michaels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also came to the realization that, if I focus my life the way of the Lord, I would always be true to myself, knowing that I am following the right. My perceptive on the here and now has become an eternal aspect. The things I do in my life will be forever with me in time. So I've really found myself in that way. I've fixed things in my life, I've expounded the beauty of the Lord and I am preparing myself to be that child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the prepared speech. I'm young for my age compared to the things of the world. I should not worried about job security, marriage, children and taxes just yet. I know they are coming so why not prepare for it now. Age is just a number. I need to prepare myself for the Lord's work. Anything is possible, follow him and he will guide you to your destiny. I have to be ready for those eternal commitments. Being the young man I was in my heart, I really didn't want to think about it. Now I can't wait to prepare myself for these things. I want to be that husband, that father, that provider, that priesthood holder and that MAN that GOD wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't want to do it for yourself, do it for the woman your gonna marry, the children you will have, your family and God"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-6264109486912664374?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6264109486912664374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=6264109486912664374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6264109486912664374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6264109486912664374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/trying-to-find-balance.html' title='Trying To Find A Balance'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-1585857341809352880</id><published>2008-09-11T01:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:29:05.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>What Is Beauty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*The link is broken, sorry Youtube Copyright Laws*&lt;br /&gt;Before you read this blog, I want you to watch the video I put up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8E0Afc7Heg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8E0Afc7Heg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is called Existentialism on Prom Night by Straylight Run. I believe this is one of the most moving, joyful and beautiful songs/music videos I've ever come across in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many levels to it, and if you didn't feel it I would like to express my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music - It's a smoothing calm, it starts off very slow and chill. Then as the song progresses it gets harder. But harder in a way of flashing moments of what ever is on your mind. Then it ends slow and soft. The one thing that stands out in my mind is the bridge. When the violin is playing with the strong riffs of the guitar and drums, while the piano directs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lyrics - First off I want to post the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Existentialism On Prom Night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun came up,&lt;br /&gt;We were sleeping in,&lt;br /&gt;Sunk inside our blankets,&lt;br /&gt;Sprawled across the bed,&lt;br /&gt;And we were dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when,&lt;br /&gt;When I know it and&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves around us,&lt;br /&gt;And we're keeping it,&lt;br /&gt;Keep it all going,&lt;br /&gt;This delicate balance,&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable all knowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing like you think no one's listening&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You would kill for this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;You would, kill for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing like you think no one's listening&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You would kill for this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;You would, you would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing me something soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad and delicate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or loud and out of key,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing me anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're glad for what we've got,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done with what we've lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our whole lives laid out right in front of us&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing like you think no one's listening&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You would kill for this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;You would,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing like you think no one's listening&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You would kill for this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;You would, you would....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing me something soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad and delicate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or loud and out of key,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;line when he sings, "Sing like you think no one's listening" reminds me of ourselves. Many cases I believe sometimes, we aren't who we seem to be. I've been like this many times. Some days I guess we are not proud of ourselves. And that line brings me back to the reality that I'm a good person and I should be proud of that. Because when we are with our own thoughts, we really reflect, like blogging. Our hearts are true to the words we are saying. No holding anything back whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The other line is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing me something soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad and delicate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or loud and out of key,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing me anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of love, because that's the feeling and the respond I would want the person who loves me to have. Something soft, sad and delicate or loud and out of key. Sing me anything. That no matter what I am loved. I dream and pray for that right person that can give me that same love that my heavenly father gives me. It's sad at points, but it's also hopeful and beautiful. That us humans can feel like such. That no matter what we do or are we still can be loved. It's something I wish I saw more of, in my life and in the world. And when I do see it in the world it makes me cry joy in my heart, knowing it's possible for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video - I believe this video to be a work of art. Showcasing the difference we all have, yet in the end we all love one another. And the view of the train going around New York was just utterly beautiful. I plan on trying to make my own version of this song in video form using my church, because I've never seen so much beauty in life till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never went to my prom, but every time I watch this I'm glad I didn't go, because this is my dream prom, anything less would not do me justice. Love for one another without even thinking twice. So please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing me something soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad and delicate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or loud and out of key,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing me anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love you and God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-1585857341809352880?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1585857341809352880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=1585857341809352880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/1585857341809352880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/1585857341809352880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-beauty.html' title='What Is Beauty?'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-1460447616655433933</id><published>2008-09-08T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:19:23.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Hold On To That Feeling</title><content type='html'>September 7th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day I didn't see coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually Sundays are very formal for me, I know what to except, so I'm more than likely prepared for anything that day. This Sunday was so much more than I can even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Sunday was fast testimony Sunday, I wasn't planning on baring mine that day anyway. As I sit there and open my ears and my heart to the message that my fellow brothers and sisters were saying I felt the spirit come at me like a bolt of lightning. So far I really haven't had any trouble in my life, nothing big and nothing small. Everything seems to be moderate. I just felt after hearing those testimonies I know I can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day only gets better. Still in church and now I'm in Sunday school. Carmen is teaching and she is by far my favorite teacher, I get so much out of her lessons. The lesson was one missionary work, she just got off hers I believe less than a year, so she really bore her testimony of that very well. My heart again was so touched by the spirit, that I felt like crying in class, trying to get a hold of myself I didn't. It was just that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I had elders quorum, which is more easy going and comfortable for me. Adam was teaching the lesson, it was basically short and sweet. That also hit me very hard. The topic was unity, more with elder's quorum unity. It was the first time in my life I felt that I was a part of something special. Most of my teenage years revolved around basketball and I just had so many bad teams, on and off the court. It was a big change coming from the Sunday school class, yet still had the same message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I went home for some much needed rest. I decided to go the a fireside that was later that evening. Elder Holland was speaking, I've always loved his talks. His message was very strong ans simple to me as well. It was like the best way to end that day, with him speaking. I was overcome with so much love, inspiration and motivation for this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the title says, hold on to that feeling. Feelings like this don't come around very often. I want it forever, and will do whatever in my power to keep it that way. Whoever reads this, I just want to say I love you, though I'm not a best person at times, I just want you to know that I'm trying. Well thank you so much and have a goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-1460447616655433933?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1460447616655433933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=1460447616655433933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/1460447616655433933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/1460447616655433933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-on-to-that-feeling.html' title='Hold On To That Feeling'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7830398595613887358</id><published>2008-09-02T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:34:19.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>I Thought This Was Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SL3O5ylZeMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UevV4guzFFw/s1600-h/Blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SL3O5ylZeMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UevV4guzFFw/s320/Blogging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241573033555622082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7830398595613887358?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7830398595613887358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7830398595613887358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7830398595613887358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7830398595613887358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thought-this-was-funny.html' title='I Thought This Was Funny'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SL3O5ylZeMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UevV4guzFFw/s72-c/Blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-5264693894509824673</id><published>2008-08-30T05:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:39:20.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>Two Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/3310/twohandstc0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/3310/twohandstc0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Heath Ledger film is my favorite one. I've recently seen it like the others and was blown away by it. It was like love at first sight. It was dark and brooding yet funny and romantic. It touched my soul into levels I cannot imagine. And it's theme of karma was genius. Heath did can amazing job and it introduced me to two other great actors I wouldn't of know if it wasn't for this movie in Rose Byrne and Bryan Brown.&lt;br /&gt;It had a hint of Fight Club, with an action/crime plot and a dash of romantic comedy. I will attempt to find this movie here thought it's a hard bargain. You can fall in love with any of the characters and truly understand their complex minds and intentions. It's given me so much joy watching his movie that I wish it never end. And the urban outlook just added more fuel to the ever burning fire. As I type I want to watch this movie right now or at least the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-qHNjT1HJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-qHNjT1HJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-5264693894509824673?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5264693894509824673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=5264693894509824673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5264693894509824673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5264693894509824673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-hands.html' title='Two Hands'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-5183051251620744513</id><published>2008-08-30T03:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:30:05.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"Gay" Movies</title><content type='html'>So I've been watching a lot of movies lately and I just seen Brokeback Mountain and loved it. Now that I think about it, there are two other "gay" movies that are in my favorites, them being Boys Don't Cry and My Own Private Idaho. All movies contain actors that have inspired me in my life. All these movies were done with such great creativeness, that even if the subject didn't focus on homosexuality it still would of been a moving film.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://down.richardcrijns.com/thumbnail/Boys%20don%5C%27t%20cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://down.richardcrijns.com/thumbnail/Boys%20don%5C%27t%20cry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end of Brokeback mountain made me jerk a couple of tears like I would if I saw a heterosexual romantic  drama.  I felt the message of the story and I really tried my best to connect with the characters. Though we are different we are all the same. So I guess if you have time please watch Brokeback Mountain, Boys Don't Cry and My Ow Private Idaho. With real intent in your hearts and not be pushed away by what you see on the surface. Sometimes what you don't know, is something you don't understand. It has been a growing experience for me with these cinematic classic.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/My-Own-Private-Idaho-Poster-C10048181.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/My-Own-Private-Idaho-Poster-C10048181.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-5183051251620744513?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5183051251620744513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=5183051251620744513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5183051251620744513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5183051251620744513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/08/gay-movies.html' title='&quot;Gay&quot; Movies'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-3480820909300712331</id><published>2008-07-29T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:20:47.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Dodgeball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stygsandiego.com/system/dodgeball_image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://stygsandiego.com/system/dodgeball_image.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I played some dodge ball on Saturday, it has been a good five years since I've played, so I built up some rusty (as you can see).  It's also an easy excuse to start wearing short shorts and headbands as well as very tight and revealing clothing. Asides from being the fashionista I am, we played a good hour of dodge ball. At some points I forgot to dodge, as I notice the welts on my body. One rule was certain: we never played the same rules twice, making it extremely confusing. But all in all it was a fun activity and wouldn't mind playing it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-3480820909300712331?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3480820909300712331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=3480820909300712331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3480820909300712331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3480820909300712331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/dodgeball.html' title='Dodgeball'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-5928765746158638512</id><published>2008-07-21T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:32:03.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>Batman: The Dark Knight - The Joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalLgjdQaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6hzWaIm618Q/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalLgjdQaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6hzWaIm618Q/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046034745835938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes this need it's own blog. The late Heath Ledger gave probable one of the best performance I've ever had the chance to witness on cinema. With all the drama that happened around his death, it truly is a personal matter and am only here to discuss his performance as an actor. First off there should be no comparison to the Joker of the 1989 movie to this one. It was different times and interest. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalMfWpzpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bO5EcBO3AE4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalMfWpzpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bO5EcBO3AE4/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046051603566226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heath Ledger is an amazing job in immersing himself as someone we have never seen before. He had the audience at the palm of his hand in every scene. The little things he did to his character were the most genius. His aura of the comedic serial killer, made us both laugh out loud and have nightmares the same night. The way he portrayed the actions the Joker did made it to seem that the Joker was never evil by birth, but a experiment of social warfare.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalL9jeARI/AAAAAAAAAII/EyQ7XtllbVk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalL9jeARI/AAAAAAAAAII/EyQ7XtllbVk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046042530513170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most notable scene he stole from the movie were the scene with the mob, the hospital scene and the the jail house scene. All classics in my mind and  very note worthy in his career. When someone makes you feel certain things about yourself, your society, your environment and situation, and pushes you to it's limits. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalMLzGGGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/egNhoPTksCk/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalMLzGGGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/egNhoPTksCk/s320/joker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046046354151522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then that is what Heath Ledger did in his performance as the Joker. Though he would of made about 20 million on this film alone, to take a line from the Joker, "It's not about the money, it's about leaving a message". And a message he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalMSnViXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1upK6m1p744/s1600-h/shootemup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalMSnViXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1upK6m1p744/s320/shootemup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046048183880050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-5928765746158638512?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5928765746158638512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=5928765746158638512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5928765746158638512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5928765746158638512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/batman-dark-knight-joker.html' title='Batman: The Dark Knight - The Joker'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIalLgjdQaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6hzWaIm618Q/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-2633051185410942852</id><published>2008-07-21T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:21:09.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Batman: The Dark Knight - The Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQviqmnwRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4YM6ui4DnrA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQviqmnwRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4YM6ui4DnrA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225353740254953746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WARNING: THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM THE MOVIE, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQvjfo0ZkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/u3X0SQH5vks/s1600-h/Chris+Nolan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQvjfo0ZkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/u3X0SQH5vks/s320/Chris+Nolan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225353754491250242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The recent installment in the Batman franchise is beautifully titled the Dark Knight. It is the second Chris Nolan directed Batman and has garnered as much hype as Spiderman or Lord of the Rings. Being a child that was exposed to such violence from superheroes, I always have high standards when the adaptation is put on film. I have read the comics and enjoyed the darker television series. To say I was excited for this certain movie is truly an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQvi6l2OSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SXGkjVWtxZ0/s1600-h/Jokerstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQvi6l2OSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SXGkjVWtxZ0/s320/Jokerstreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225353744546674978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The location and the aura of Gotham was rightfully portrayed,  as Nolan has given us a perfect environment for Batman. Watching this in IMAX certain put my fantasies in good use. With amazing shots of high above skyscrapers. It was perfect with the action sequences without really over doing it and just blowing things up. From the beginning you can be able to take in the gritty street in the mild afternoon as a bank job is in progress. Batman being such a dark figure, his environment certain fit the whole aura of the Dark Knight. The action was exactly what I've discover it should be. Very quick, no pauses, no slow-mo, very stealth and Nolan held nothing back.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQc1ye7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VoScL34ftVc/s1600-h/Flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQc1ye7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VoScL34ftVc/s320/Flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225354526834457522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story was very simple when it came from something that has stood the test of time. Most people know the journey of Bruce Wayne from billionaire to crime fighter. What makes heroes are there villains. Always throughout the Batman movies the villains gain (and they should) much of the fame. This certain Batman story is taken in a more darker light then the previous movies. Focusing on very adult themes, with the problems and conflicts that make us a society today. Of course everything is put into the extreme for such themes to be understood by the common man, who might suppress the true feelings bottled up inside. The movie does a really good job in making the characters more complex and 3 dimensional. You are able to see them in different lights, situations and conversation. If the movie wasn't based on Batman you would still  be able to understand the themes that are being portrayed in the story.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQohSMvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PiWbFIosoPA/s1600-h/The+Message.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQohSMvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PiWbFIosoPA/s320/The+Message.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225354529969681138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really pushes the audience to look at themselves in a different light, it touches on issues that we still face today in our society as well as show all the evil surrounding us that we need to be aware of. Batman is that ray of hope in the story we all aspire to be. He symbolizes the drive that we all should have to have no more evil in our lives. Questioning the ethics we hold true and pushing them into the depths of our soul. Joker was the perfect example of that, hinting to be a child of warfare of society, he justifies his action with what the world has turned him to be, a freak. With two perfect lines in the movie that summarize his character for me. When Alfred says, "Some men just like to watch the world burn" and Joker stating, "It's not about the money, it's about leaving the message". Of course Batman overcomes all that, but not without a price, which makes his story ever tragic. With the death of his only hope of a normal life, as well as the death of the only true man that could do what he does, without the cape. Through all this we see the human that is Batman. Always a man that felt like it wasn't for him, though it was something he was born to do. That is the aura of Batman, he was a self made superhero, that faced the same dilemma we face on a daily basis, but with the unearned burden of a whole city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQiRLARI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JN3a8TtxgZ8/s1600-h/The+Secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQiRLARI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JN3a8TtxgZ8/s320/The+Secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225354528291488018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The acting was amazing, getting a talented cast like this one is hard to come by. Christian Bale, I believe played the role very moderately because that's what the character needed. Batman was always in a middle mind mindset. This enable him to reach the far extremes that the audience should be apart of.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQvjBkdDoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/949DCeKvgxc/s1600-h/Bruce+Wayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQvjBkdDoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/949DCeKvgxc/s320/Bruce+Wayne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225353746419879554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we have Aaron Eckhart playing the role of Harvey Dent, in which was strong and confident as well as weak and childish. The "White Knight" gave as much a worthy performance as Bale and Ledger did. He play within his borders but gave us a glimpse of pain and hurt, through the mist of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQXrTvAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MdyY6CDrtUA/s1600-h/Harvey+Dent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQXrTvAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MdyY6CDrtUA/s320/Harvey+Dent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225354525448322050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three wise men, Gary Oldman, Morgan Freeman and Michael Caine played all great supporting roles in this film. Never really taking anything way from the main characters, but adding to the ever complex storyline. The best kind of acting for me is when you can do something so great and you don't even have to headlight the feature. That gives the movie it's depth and persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQcUIRsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7JFGpZIEk3g/s1600-h/Lt.+Gordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQwQcUIRsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7JFGpZIEk3g/s320/Lt.+Gordan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225354526693279426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, it was an amazing experience being a fan since childhood and enjoying it as an adult. It is a great mixture of everything you could want it a movie. And make you feel certain things after viewing it, making it an escape for about two hours and forty five minutes that I know you won't mind seeing again. Till then the balcony is closed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQvjNfANXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zPW7Y2Om2nA/s1600-h/Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQvjNfANXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zPW7Y2Om2nA/s320/Batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225353749618242930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-975eac1476c6ca5c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D975eac1476c6ca5c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72A2FDF0F2BB6702B5C4896662F3CB2CC2CC64E5.195F975F68AE85AFE4C85BD18A0830E63A427C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D975eac1476c6ca5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4grUHTbn5OcTCbH8XFiLCeu3zdw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D975eac1476c6ca5c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72A2FDF0F2BB6702B5C4896662F3CB2CC2CC64E5.195F975F68AE85AFE4C85BD18A0830E63A427C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D975eac1476c6ca5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4grUHTbn5OcTCbH8XFiLCeu3zdw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-2633051185410942852?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=975eac1476c6ca5c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2633051185410942852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=2633051185410942852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/2633051185410942852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/2633051185410942852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/batman-dark-knight-review.html' title='Batman: The Dark Knight - The Review'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQviqmnwRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4YM6ui4DnrA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-4686890846653145544</id><published>2008-07-20T23:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:38:07.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Batman: The Dark Knight - The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQH-g9twFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PMKQKydq6bg/s1600-h/poster_batcards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQH-g9twFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PMKQKydq6bg/s320/poster_batcards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225310238238687314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This will be a two parter on the Dark Knight. As I've told many people and as I will now tell you my blog buddies, I have been anticipating the release of this movie for about two years. This was around the time I found out that Topher Grace was playing Eddie Brock/Venom in Spiderman 3, and to be honest I was a bit skeptical about Heath Ledger filling the shoes of Jack Nicholson. I wasn't sure if he would take it that far, though I've been a Ledger supporter for the most part. The first moment I saw the trailer, I was shocked because he truly did the impossible with that role. But by any means am I taking anything away from any of the cast, because in my review I will give them all their moments to shine.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brett got the tickets two weeks in advance and we waited two hours in line to get the perfect seats, which I believe we accomplished.  By the start of the movie I totally immerse myself into it. Taking it for what it was and enjoying the ride. And since you are all dedicated blog buddies of mine you will read the blog after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-4686890846653145544?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4686890846653145544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=4686890846653145544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/4686890846653145544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/4686890846653145544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/batman-dark-knight-journey.html' title='Batman: The Dark Knight - The Journey'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SIQH-g9twFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PMKQKydq6bg/s72-c/poster_batcards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-140293988712492555</id><published>2008-07-17T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:22:00.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Pool Bash Party Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-2KGj9ykI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bbnAtgXoo0o/s1600-h/IMGP4861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-2KGj9ykI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bbnAtgXoo0o/s320/IMGP4861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224094377449474626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So at this point of the events blog, you might think Bethany makes the best parties ever. Well you right about that because I've attended three of them this past week. With Saturday being the party to end all parties. Imagine a huge house with a swimming pool, pool house tons of space for tons of food. Yeah talk about the good life. It was Bethany's aunt and uncle sharing there beautiful home for us to partay. Coming really early to help set up, I was proud of my hard work :) and fell in love with Bethany's awesome playlist, I wasn't the only one. I took pictures at the beginning and just forgot until I left, oh fun and in the sun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-140293988712492555?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/140293988712492555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=140293988712492555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/140293988712492555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/140293988712492555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-bash-party-thing.html' title='Pool Bash Party Thing'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-2KGj9ykI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bbnAtgXoo0o/s72-c/IMGP4861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-3129226523895897236</id><published>2008-07-17T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:22:19.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>I Got To See About A Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-I6FRsDlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ytx-3Ly1b8w/s1600-h/IMGP4852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-I6FRsDlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ytx-3Ly1b8w/s320/IMGP4852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224044624203222610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beauty right here is the always stylish Pan Colton, Bethany's one and only. And it's forever the sexiest cat I've ever come across with. And yes there was a celebration for his birthday, his 1st in fact. To cement our friendship I made Pan a tribute video with the song, "I like the way you move" by The Bodyrockers. Everyone shared there affection for Pan, with a great poem from Dave Briggs which just made a riot. It's not often you get celebrate with a cat, but I guess when you do, there is not holding back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-3129226523895897236?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3129226523895897236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=3129226523895897236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3129226523895897236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/3129226523895897236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-to-see-about-cat.html' title='I Got To See About A Cat'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-I6FRsDlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ytx-3Ly1b8w/s72-c/IMGP4852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-6364761819715475498</id><published>2008-07-17T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:22:41.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Ms. Colton's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-BsLBLYMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tLxcX-Gdq9g/s1600-h/IMGP4849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-BsLBLYMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tLxcX-Gdq9g/s320/IMGP4849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224036688645021890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was ms. Ann Colton's big day and I was glad to be part of the celebration! Bethany and Katie did an amazing job setting up and I believe that Ann was really surprised. To be honest anything  associated with Ann, Bethany and Katie is a good time.  So Ann was sporting these awesome birthday glasses so like everyone else there I had to try them on and try to attempt looking super fly, not that I already wasn't super fly, but it's nice to add more sparks to your flare. I guess that just have it in for really amazingly sexy sunglasses, if you haven't already notice from a previous blog. All in all, good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-6364761819715475498?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6364761819715475498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=6364761819715475498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6364761819715475498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/6364761819715475498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/ms-coltons-big-day.html' title='Ms. Colton&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SH-BsLBLYMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tLxcX-Gdq9g/s72-c/IMGP4849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7159572292881015747</id><published>2008-07-06T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:23:32.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc71c3d78adac170" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc71c3d78adac170%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70AA6E7015CAC2BB01610C3BD145B3CA781E166F.9A2DBF3BA6E8051E0BC070AF5311269DBF2E261%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc71c3d78adac170%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DATD0SlKkMIwnUS32DaavQ-pPlEo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc71c3d78adac170%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330127213%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70AA6E7015CAC2BB01610C3BD145B3CA781E166F.9A2DBF3BA6E8051E0BC070AF5311269DBF2E261%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc71c3d78adac170%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DATD0SlKkMIwnUS32DaavQ-pPlEo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first I thought I would be going out of town for the weekend and go camping, but I decide to stay and enjoy America's independence in D.C. My good friend Angelee told me about the happenings so I tagged along. I picked up my friend Huang, met up with Angelee and Heather to the metro and marched to D.C. with our chairs, tarp, blankets, food and heavy tent. It's funny to me that I've lived in the area for about 16 years and haven't ever watched the fireworks in D.C. so it was my way to break tradition from just sleeping in and watching pro wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        So we get there and started to find spots to set up camp, we decide right between the monument and the WWII memorial. After getting everything done and ready I passed out for a couple of minutes until more of our peeps came. I believe it was Marcos then Ryan and so forth and so on. I decide to head to the festival, which was on the other side of where we were as well as to met up with the Winters (Zach and Jocelyn). The Winters were reppin Texas, who had there own party next to the Capital. There we also saw Bethany and Katie(who was sporting a sling on her arm). We then proceeded to the NASA exhibit and then to join the rest of the group back at headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;  We had about 3 hours before the fireworks and decide to play some games, but before we can get into them, it started raining. Around this time my sister text me saying "I bet you wet right now", at least she was looking out for me, ha. Then the six of us that didn't go to the tent decide to put the tarp over us, with our umbrellas as support. This was the tarp bonding time, as we were super close to each other, making pointless conversation and admitting our man-ffection to each other.&lt;br /&gt;     As the rain passed not once but twice, we only had a couple more minutes before the fireworks. What better way to get ready for a celebration then get your back and hands massaged. Thanks to Ryan and Sarah for the outdoor spa :0)&lt;br /&gt;     It was finally 9:20 and it finally happened, boy it was a beautiful, amazing, awesome moment. It felt like the fireworks were right in your face and it was so bright. The things I've seen on the TV growing up couldn't compare to what I saw in person. It was truly an inspiring celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Photos from the 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2LS25HCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s9AukltbE-8/s1600-h/IMGP4767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2LS25HCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s9AukltbE-8/s320/IMGP4767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153748256005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2Lqya2bI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Z3FrDVtPWlA/s1600-h/IMGP4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2Lqya2bI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Z3FrDVtPWlA/s320/IMGP4772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153754679695794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2L4_0Z8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VZaT5U_vWZY/s1600-h/IMGP4779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2L4_0Z8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VZaT5U_vWZY/s320/IMGP4779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153758493992898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2MhTs2oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mJo0_NNON2M/s1600-h/IMGP4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2MhTs2oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mJo0_NNON2M/s320/IMGP4790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153769314802306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2M4CfGwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DpIoQx8KtK8/s1600-h/IMGP4809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2M4CfGwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DpIoQx8KtK8/s320/IMGP4809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153775416613634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7159572292881015747?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc71c3d78adac170&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7159572292881015747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7159572292881015747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7159572292881015747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7159572292881015747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SHG2LS25HCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s9AukltbE-8/s72-c/IMGP4767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-5705025083975344347</id><published>2008-06-26T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:14:09.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Laser Tagging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.laser-flash.com/Images/Laser_Tag_Players.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.laser-flash.com/Images/Laser_Tag_Players.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I went laser tagging again, I'm surprised that I've done laser tagging more than paint balling. And I'm gonna keep it that way. It was great, we had a huge group of single adults against other single adults as well as little children and high school students with aliases like Superman, Batman and Iron man. Now of course we had our aliases too such as Home Slice, Cornbread, Saxton (Mine) and something from another language. It was extremely fun, but the fact that the children were like roaches, that would come out of nowhere and attack you. My second game was my best game, ranking as high as 7 our of 25 or so people. I'm up for another one anytime soon, except if pain balling gets in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-5705025083975344347?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5705025083975344347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=5705025083975344347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5705025083975344347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5705025083975344347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/laser-tagging.html' title='Laser Tagging'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7067473946974443729</id><published>2008-06-26T03:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:58:22.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Fancy Nancy's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid-lL4u7dI/AAAAAAAAAbc/datKxrxg5U8/s1600-h/Nancy+Rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid-lL4u7dI/AAAAAAAAAbc/datKxrxg5U8/s400/Nancy+Rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343378660209389010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So good ol' Nancy turns the big 2-4, six i know. I've known Nancy about 7 month now, wow time flies doesn't it. Well hanging out with Nancy and doing awesome activities has been great. I remember helping her move with Sean, Lael and Kevin, man that was a fun day. And setting up the now Classic Friday movie night with Karate Kid. She's such an awesome person, just being around her and getting her insight into things and enjoying the company of her niece Emery and nephew Eli, both who are so cool in there own right. I was awesome just chilling and hanging there. I have to share this picture that would sum it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7067473946974443729?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7067473946974443729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7067473946974443729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7067473946974443729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7067473946974443729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/fancy-nancys-birthday.html' title='Fancy Nancy&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid-lL4u7dI/AAAAAAAAAbc/datKxrxg5U8/s72-c/Nancy+Rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-7039029743191825946</id><published>2008-06-26T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:10:52.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaming'/><title type='text'>God: The Matchmaker</title><content type='html'>This one is for all the singles in the world, taken from the book: Choosing  God's Best, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satisfying the Hunger  of Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptations come to us most often when our needs are  unmet. Perhaps you're one of those singles who can deal with being different.  Maybe you have the courage to stand alone. But can you deal with loneliness.  Most singles falter when faced with the depression that comes from the pain of  loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;If you were Satan, how would you tempt a person to sin? You'd  probably take a legitimate need and encourage them to me it in an illegitimate  way. When you are lonely and single, you are hungry for fellowship. And when you  are hungry, you are more tempted to eat than when you are full. "The Lord God  said," It is not good for man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for  him" (Genesis 2:18). The need not to be alone is legitimate, but how we handle  that need is important. God understands the need, and courtship offers us a way  to meet our needs legitimately-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without getting out of God's  will,&lt;br /&gt;without missing God's planned blessing,&lt;br /&gt;without causing ourselves  pain and grief,&lt;br /&gt;without causing hurt to other people, and&lt;br /&gt;without causing  confusion in out lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us know of Lot's wife and how she turned  into a pillar of salt when an angel of God led the entire family out of a doomed  city and warned them not to look back (Genesis 19:24-26). Lot's wife became  paralyzed when she had difficulty turning her back on unhealthy and destructive  relationships. The healthiest course of action would have been to follow the  angel's lead.&lt;br /&gt;When Camille prayed for God's help in choosing a mate, it  wasn't just a prayer for a husband or a prayer for protection. It was a prayer  for purity. Somewhere along the way, she understood what God was after. God  always saves His best for those who are willing to wait for it. That's when the  Holy Spirit comes and leads us out of the old life and into a new and better  one.&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to wait for God's best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-7039029743191825946?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7039029743191825946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=7039029743191825946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7039029743191825946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/7039029743191825946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-matchmaker.html' title='God: The Matchmaker'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356820885030589174.post-5867172240957206307</id><published>2008-06-26T01:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:54:30.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>One Crazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid78syaxCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vbkw4Q-xZm4/s1600-h/Locked+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid78syaxCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vbkw4Q-xZm4/s400/Locked+Out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343375765643379746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;January 26, 2008, a day I will never forget so I guess I'll start from the  beginning. It was a Saturday so it was the first ward basketball game, at first  I didn't want to go, because of a sore ankle and other stuff. My friend Blake  convinced me to go and play, have fun and enjoy myself, so I went. I had drove  there myself and my friend Blake would get a ride with this cool dude Cam Patch,  we would meet each other at the church and start ballin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving to the  church, I happen to get a call from Blake. He says that Cam got pulled over, did  I forget to mention that is was his birthday too. So both Blake and I felt  really bad about it, Cam seemed cool about it like he always is and told us that  the officer saw his license, noticed it was his birthday and let him off with a  warning. So Cam and Blake showed up at halftime, but the first half was awesome  for our team. We started out slow and were down early, I didn't start so when I  came off the bench I was so excited and hyped up with energy that I played very  well I would say :). I played my usual game and was having a great time, the  best play for me was, Cam running the break, passes the ball between a guy's  legs to me while I was running, then I caught it and pulled a Jason Williams no  look over the shoulder pass to the trailer, but he missed the layup, oh well.  But at the end of the play, I got hit on the eye and my contact fell out, I  forgot to mention I didn't bring my glasses. So I had to drive back home, but  how? I had one eye. So I offered to take Blake home so he can be my second eye,  I got home safely and have to plan for my meeting with Marcia Brission's father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I planned to meet up with Marcia around this time, to have some lunch and to  meet her father. He was a convert and shared his story to me. It was an amazing  experience and I very much felt the spirit surrounding our conversation.  Sometimes I just don't think that there are words invented yet to describe my  feelings, it was simply amazing. Well after that great meeting with Mr.  Brission, Marcia and I both planned to go ice skating in Ballston Mall with the  rest of the colonial second ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have ice skated before, when I was 12,  but that's pretty much it. I had the fear of falling face flat on the ice and  seriously injuring myself, so I took it easy. I saw Blake there so we started  to talk and skate, and try to one up each other, which is fun if you can ice  skate, it was just painful for me. So ice skating went well, but I didn't know  how to get home, and unlike all the ward members I didn't have a GPS system in  my car. So I asked a couple of people who living in my neck of the woods if I  can follow them back to Fairfax. It was cool with them, but they were gonna eat  at Ruby Tuesdays first, which I was fine with so I tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was  following John's car who in turn was following Ann's car who was looking for a  parking garage. So Ann found one, I believe 2 dollars for the night, so we all  parked there and went on and ate. So after Ruby Tuesdays  we all went running to our cars with a full stomach. John racing Katie, Blake  and I again trying to one up each other. Ann getting a piggyback ride from Jeff  and Paul being the smooth Rico Suave of the bunch finished last. But the winners  were the losers that day my friend, because as John and I raced to our cars, the  gate was locked. Yeah I was pretty shocked and pissed off. How in the world can  I get home from Arlington? What were we gonna do to get ourselves out of this is  predicament? There was a number that we could call, but I believe Jeff only got  the voice recording. So again most of us were trying to figure out a way to get  home and maybe pick up our cars another time when the gate was open. Jeff and  Paul when to the building to see if they could find someone to help us with our  situation. As we waited John, Blake and I were trying to figure out a way to  break in. I figured if we attempted to break it, at least alarms would go off  and open the gate, but what did i know. We were even poking fun at the  situation, saying I'm gonna blog this event and taking pictures with us next to  the gate being sadden we can't get in. I knew we were screwed yet  I had faith that I would be driving home that same night in my car. So I didn't  know if it would come true, but I just knew. We also met a couple of girls who  also faced the same problem and bonded a hatred with the gate. Then like  Superman saving Lois Lane, Jeff and Paul came with some great news. That the  other side of the gate was unlocked and we can be able to enter from there and  get out the same way. Thank God my prayers were answered, we found a way back  home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A what a great way to end the day. I would have to say that overall, that  was one crazy day. I never have thought in my wildest dreams that this would  happen. So thank you for taking this journey with me and I hope to have many  more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356820885030589174-5867172240957206307?l=gregveluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5867172240957206307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356820885030589174&amp;postID=5867172240957206307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5867172240957206307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356820885030589174/posts/default/5867172240957206307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregveluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-crazy-saturday.html' title='One Crazy Saturday'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352605022846690972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/SuHuq1_gZKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uD4QlhrhiBA/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue4K33LGLQE/Sid78syaxCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vbkw4Q-xZm4/s72-c/Locked+Out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
