<?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-21050918</id><updated>2011-11-26T02:21:40.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from My Memory</title><subtitle type='html'>"Death is not the end but only a transition" - Hypnotherapist, Metropolis Prt. 2: Scenes From A Memory, Dream Theater, 1997.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115652923728987719</id><published>2006-08-26T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:07:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell and the Sad Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MPA pushed through with thier pathetic plan to stunt the growth of self taught musicians everywhere. *Sniff Sniff* Damn, MPA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[Recap: Last year the MPA otherwise known as the Music Publisher's Association of the United States of America announced that they were to 'take down' sites that share unauthorized tablatures also known as music sheets. Also known as, all those tab sites where self taught individuals get help from are going to be taken down. examples: mxtabs.com, olga.net and ultimateguitararchive.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That my dear readers  is the sad truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What? don't believe me? Check out http://www.olga.net/. See? See? Evil MPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry if you cannot relate but I have relied on OLGA for so long when I need anything related to tabs. What I don't understand is that in all tabs there is always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[or there should always be] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;disclaimers. Such that the information is still given credit where it is due. And most of the tab contributors are also amateur musicians that tab by ear. In other words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kinakapa nila yung kanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Everyone just contributes to correcting the tab if anyone finds a mistake or a better way to play it. I mean isn't that what you do in Wikipedia too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you tell me that  some people may directly copy their tab from official sheet music then yeah you have a problem, then take out those specific songs/tabs and not the entire site. One doesn't need to condemn innocent law abiding tabbers and archives just because one person didn't abide by the law. Take him out, it's not like you don't have the personal information&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[it is published in the tab he/she contributed] &lt;/span&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm steaming over this right now.Oh and by the way, if you have any additional information or would just like to share an opinion feel free to comment or tag. I'll be checking up on this baby for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my farewell, this dearly beloveds is my last post in this blog. Yes you read right: MY LAST. I bid you all farewell. Why? I hear you ask. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Besides the fact that I feel A Change of Seasons]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because words can be twisted and used against you. This is another sad reality about the world. The concept that there is some good in everybody is wearing a little thin right now. You all know hwo you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all those that have been commenting and have taken time to read my insignificant rants and opinions. And just indulging me and my moments of craziness. We had laughs, issues, stress [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot of that&lt;/span&gt;]and moments of happiness but everything has to come to an end&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [prematurely though]&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully I decide to come back tpo the blogsphere but... that depends on certain things. And at the moment I don't think I'll be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people that have been twisting and using my words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[and you incredibly ridiculous ones] &lt;/span&gt;against me. How dare you! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I seriously want to hurt you, but I'M NOT GOING TO SINK TO YOUR LEVEL.] &lt;/span&gt;So, I'm just going to let this slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuso! *calms**letting it slide* Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long farewell, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; to say goodbye &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[sing along with me]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So always remember all: Capre Diem! Cause we only have the present and I'd hate to waste mine on such pathetic attempts to ruin my life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I'm doing fine on my own roght now so leave me alone]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, comments? suggestions? voilent reactions? feel free to comment or tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115652923728987719?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115652923728987719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115652923728987719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115652923728987719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115652923728987719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/farewell-and-sad-truth.html' title='Farewell and the Sad Truth'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115593681006431579</id><published>2006-08-19T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T05:33:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>And I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baguio, Baguio, Baguio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115593681006431579?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115593681006431579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115593681006431579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115593681006431579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115593681006431579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115591277079552938</id><published>2006-08-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:52:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm in meg's room using her comp. since she's leaving it behind and i've already packed mine up. Were leaving really really really really soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baguio is sooooooooooooooo much closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*anticipating* *in cloud 9*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*flutter flutter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115591277079552938?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115591277079552938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115591277079552938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115591277079552938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115591277079552938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115583130488299240</id><published>2006-08-18T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:15:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is what I feel right now. My dad's taking the 12 am bus from Baguio and arriving here in Manila at around 6 tomorrow morning. Yay! I'm so happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't really care at the moment whether I pass my quiz in CTRA 13 tomorrow [but you do think you will, it's on color for pete's sake...]. All I can really think about is heading home.I have told those that matter that I"m coming home. I NEED this getaway. I"m up to my neck struggling for air here in Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I mean requirements and all that crap ar taking up my sanity. BUT I thank my Boss for caring for me. She gave me a card for encouragement. &lt;em&gt;[Aww] &lt;/em&gt;I wuv you Obasan. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, a message to black cat smiling: you better meet up with me I have something for you. Oh and treat me coffee? *wink wink*...lol... text me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And guess what, when I opened my blog, guess what I hear? &lt;em&gt;[I don't know  maybe Nothing] &lt;/em&gt;Exactly. Where is my Pink Floyd? WTH is wronf with ripway &lt;em&gt;[and while we are on the matter savefile] &lt;/em&gt;?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But know what I'll deal with that, I'm too excited thay I"M GOING HOME! *Chants*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Goodbye problems.... anyway got this from chev, I like my results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Musician&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/musician.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a rare combinations of talents: an ear for music, nimble fingers, and the willpower to practice.You could master almost any instrument you choose to play (if you haven't already!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sort of Artist Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[See? If you held the guitar &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;, there is a possibility you won't suck at it.] &lt;/em&gt;*nods* but to tell you the truth I do miss playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright I'm off to dream of my Baguio. &lt;em&gt;[yes, &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115583130488299240?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115583130488299240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115583130488299240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115583130488299240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115583130488299240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115556148913652698</id><published>2006-08-14T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:18:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me start by saying that what you areabout to read is as sad an gloomy as yesterday's post. So don't get your hopes up. If you are in the right high right now and don't want to start crashing down, then wait another day for another post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm tired. Tired of fighting forces that seem to be against me. Don't you feel that you are responsible for the world? For the trouble and hardships of those around you? I feel that right now. Not that I'm purposefully doing it, I just feel it. &lt;em&gt;[see i hate sensitivity] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are a lot of things that transpired in the last year that I chose to leave my roots. And Im getting sick and tired of the fact that certain forces are pushing me back and not letting my fly. It's hard to think these people are the one you thought to be the people to help you are the people that are workig for you demise. I'm being resentful. I'm just down right now. So if nothing I said made sense leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I"m brooding right now. I deeply despise certain people right now. Who the hell do they think they are? Queens of Noir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;_____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hate the ending of Gluhen. Why the hell does Ran die like that? What a pathetic ending! Grr. You suvive death oh so many times then you die by a kid? WTH?!?! The Verdict: Sucky ending nice twists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also finished Beck (Mongolian Chop Squad). It rocks! Going to read the manga now. I kept drooling all over the guitars. I mean what passion for cool guitars. My favorite: Lucille. Now I want a guitar like that. *drool drool* The Verdict: My new fave. I'll post pictures soon since, I'm down and &lt;em&gt;tinatamad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115556148913652698?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115556148913652698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115556148913652698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115556148913652698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115556148913652698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115548330199778002</id><published>2006-08-13T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T05:10:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, today I recieved shocking news. One of my groupmates from last semester passed away last friday due to a lung infection. &lt;em&gt;[I'm beginning to think Manila is that dangerous, even the air seems lethal]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My reaction? Shock and sadness. You see she was a very lively person. The kind of person you wouldn't think of as someone who will be called home early. There are these kind of people right? People you don't expect to have to walk this way, those who have so much going for them. Her final resting place would be in Batangas, sad to say all I can do is send a prayer for her and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's actually hard for me to believe that there are situations in life as shocking as this. Nontheless I keep in mind that reality is cruel and that not everyone has that inner goodness. Everyone has thier motives and everyone is both prey and predator in whatever circle of society they exist in. So if this is really what we all are destined for, I find it a relief that somehow a great Someone up there knows better than I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's nice to think that everyone has a fair chance in life and that me, being a "kid", would think that we still have forever as our dreams may dictate, but I'm nearing that dreaded age where I am under the protection of the state &lt;em&gt;[which isn't doing a great job]&lt;/em&gt;and considered an adult by societal standards. It's hard to think that I still have forever. I know all things come to an end. And as a &lt;em&gt;[hopefully] &lt;/em&gt;mature person, I should start making steps to ensure my future. Hard as that goal may be, dreams have to be sacrificed and goals have to be realized and prioritized. In the real world, failure is relative. And inherent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pressure, especially from someone who you are dearly afraid to let down, is a pushier alternative to motivation. The great fear of failure is in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anway, I'm not going to read back what I wrote. So if you think these are broken thoughts, well, maybe they are. 'Sides I'm just drifiting right now. And I will cut it here, so as not to ruin your day thinking about gloomy things. Smile and try to see the bright side if not, just think that if you're at the bottom there is nowhere to go but up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carpe Diem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BTW, I just finished Beck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115548330199778002?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115548330199778002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115548330199778002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115548330199778002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115548330199778002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/rock-death_13.html' title='Rock Death'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115531440658702039</id><published>2006-08-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:40:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noh and something to look forward to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are a great many mishappenings this semester &lt;em&gt;[like I haven't posted so much on that this past postings]&lt;/em&gt;. It's just that I always find myself tired. And unable to handle things. Or basically things don't seem to be going in the right direction. It's like I no longer have any control over them. And I am &lt;em&gt;thee &lt;/em&gt;control freak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh and plug: The Wicked Witch of the West just sent me a message... Frigg... another stressful addition to my growing and mounting problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, today was genearally going okay. I was able to watch the Noh Performance in UP &lt;em&gt;[Japanese Samurai Class' form of Theater], &lt;/em&gt;it calmed my nerves somewhat. It was great. I listened for the "quality of sound" as my professor put it and well, I'm glad I did. Going back to natural sounds tend to ease my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BUT &lt;em&gt;[of course there's a but] &lt;/em&gt;I have a score to settle with people who just cannot shut up during plays/prformances/theater. Those hwo cannot keep thier mouths shut until after the performance where they can stab and criticize it all they want. I mean they ruin it for the rest of us who know the hard work and the effort behind each and every performance, and how stressful it is on the performers and producers part &lt;em&gt;[i'm speaking as an ex-playwright, director, stage manager and stage actress... or is it actor since i play guy roles a whole lot better and most of the time...?]. &lt;/em&gt;Doesn't anyone these days know that you are not suppose to react during a theater? That this isn't a movie where all the "mistakes" are editted out? People should really seperate the MOVIES from the THEATER/THEATRE. Do I hear an amen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be heading home next weekend. The only thing keeping me going is this. The only thing I'm looking forward to right now. Seeing my family, being with them. Being in the shelter I know as home. In a familiar place and familiar faces. I hope this will be the turning point of my semester. I just need one serious break. One time of just being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, nothing more to say. I've changed the Anthem to Pink Floyd if anyone doesn't want to scroll down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'Till the end: God is Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115531440658702039?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115531440658702039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115531440658702039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115531440658702039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115531440658702039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/noh-and-something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Noh and something to look forward to'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115514616395085369</id><published>2006-08-10T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:56:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update time again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are times when you just want to scream and lunge at anyone in a four feet radius from your being. Why? Let me tell you why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, me and mouse have a million reports to do and school realted stuff... so we decided to burn the midnight oil and stayed up all night. THhat is hard considering I love sleeping and so does she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We finished majority of our stuff required and headed to school and i discover that the prof posponed all the things i just stayed up for. Now tell me willyou not want to kill by than? What is wrong with this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got sick that day too. So there. Killing looked forgivable&lt;em&gt;[i don't know if i'm exaggeratting or not... this sem sucks]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that that's over, I would like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY pip! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks for the treat, it was delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i'm staying up again tonight. I pray my dedication will not be wasted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something is seriouly wrong with this semster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115514616395085369?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115514616395085369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115514616395085369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115514616395085369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115514616395085369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/update-time-again.html' title='Update time again...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115487722762417451</id><published>2006-08-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:13:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is something about this day that just tells me to post. About what? I'm waiting for the topic to come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, thank you. Okay since I don't know what to say, I'll just tell you what my Backgroundmusic is at the moment. I'm listening to Eraserheads Anthology. ... &lt;em&gt;[and?] ... &lt;/em&gt;and it reminds me of Fourth year high school days. &lt;em&gt;[awww...] &lt;/em&gt;The days where you get to waltz in the principal's office grab the school stereo and pump music in your classroom. And one thing we as batchmates agree on is E-heads. &lt;em&gt;[who dare oppose the class majority? moreover we were senoirs then, dominance is our birth right. lol]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avanguardia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/2126/1600/12303977015073l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/2126/1600/12303977015073l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/2126/1600/12303977015073l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/2126/1600/12303977015073l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/2126/320/12303977015073l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really wasn't for anything I just wanted to put that. Oh and this is our mark in our beloved city of Baguio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/2126/1600/12303992465097l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/2126/320/12303992465097l.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{bragging moment}&lt;/em&gt; We're the only school batch that have thier logo in Session Road. And it isn't a small one mind you. &lt;em&gt;{bragging moment ended}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all avanguardia: where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of assignments to get back to sa I'll leave this post at that and continue listening to Mouse's E-heads which I borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Nostalgia *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Give me good reasons as to why I should not defferer my application to one of my orgs&lt;em&gt;[the speaking related one].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115487722762417451?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115487722762417451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115487722762417451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115487722762417451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115487722762417451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/nostalgic-moment.html' title='Nostalgic Moment'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115480332242341924</id><published>2006-08-06T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:42:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal</title><content type='html'>Well, one of my dearly beloved friends, Mouse, just turned legal (aka. EIGHTEEN). Good luck to you and your new responsibilities mouse-sempai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty good report on FLCD 124 last Friday&lt;em&gt;[video, costumes and brochures]&lt;/em&gt;. I owe major thanks to Iam &lt;em&gt;[wow, give credit where credit is due] &lt;/em&gt;Of course! I wuv you Iam. And to Iam's Brother who place up with our report video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty good day today. We journeyed to SM Megamall since it would be a pain to get to UP &lt;em&gt;[UPCAT time huh?] &lt;/em&gt;and then to Sm North. I finally found a decent Backpack and this sem's wishlist is already nearly complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping in mouse's room tonight cause her room mates not here &lt;em&gt;[she went home.. i will too SOON] &lt;/em&gt;IT was a pretty good day. We had dinner and cake and a lot of talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing sound to say just a report on my current life happenings. Oh yeah, my brother is going to take the UPCAT tomorrow morning, may he be blessed and may he pass diliman&lt;em&gt;[in Jesus name Amen]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all UP aspirants, God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gotta sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115480332242341924?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115480332242341924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115480332242341924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115480332242341924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115480332242341924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/legal.html' title='Legal'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115461976998590554</id><published>2006-08-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:06:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so in love with my LSS song that it has now morphed into my temporary anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another day has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things to be done and just as chevy-sama has done I will refrain from using up my time on the internet. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midsem Crisis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Carpe Diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockstar &lt;em&gt;[I couldn't help it] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with standing in line&lt;br /&gt;to clubs we'll never get in&lt;br /&gt;It's like the bottom of the ninth&lt;br /&gt;and I'm never gonna win&lt;br /&gt;This life hasn't turned out&lt;br /&gt;quite the way I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Tell me what you want]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a brand new house&lt;br /&gt;on an episode of Cribs&lt;br /&gt;And a bathroom I can play baseball in&lt;br /&gt;And a king size tub big enough for ten plus me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[So what you need?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a credit card that's got no limit&lt;br /&gt;And a big black jet with a bedroom in it&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the mile high club&lt;br /&gt;At thirty-seven thousand feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Been there, done that]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new tour bus&lt;br /&gt;full of old guitars&lt;br /&gt;My own star on Hollywood Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[So what you gonna do about it?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be great like Elvis&lt;br /&gt;without the tassels&lt;br /&gt;Hire eight body guards&lt;br /&gt;that love to beat up assholes&lt;br /&gt;Sign a couple autographs&lt;br /&gt;So I can eat my meals for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna dress my ass&lt;br /&gt;with the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion&lt;br /&gt;Gonna date a centerfold&lt;br /&gt;that loves to blow my money for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[So how you gonna do it?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life&lt;br /&gt;For fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;And change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars `&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser&lt;br /&gt;Get washed-up singers writing all my songs&lt;br /&gt;Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hillltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115461976998590554?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115461976998590554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115461976998590554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115461976998590554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115461976998590554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/anthem.html' title='Anthem'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115448129417394680</id><published>2006-08-02T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T09:20:44.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay! A post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow, chevy, the LSS song title can be seen at the credits part of the right hand side menu, but because i know how lazy it is to scroll down, the song is Rockstar by Nickleback. I discovered an AMV of Beck with the song playing. So appropriate. &lt;em&gt;[Yes, Back is anime]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, what would you do is (1) your roommate has gone home for the weekend but had mumps &lt;em&gt;[disinfect the room a million times which i already did] &lt;/em&gt;and (2) you know fully well that you're alone in you room and someone kisses you &lt;em&gt;[on the cheek]&lt;/em&gt; awake? But despite the fact that i was about to knock out the person it became a nice surprise. Cause it was my mom! My parents came! Yay! They gave me a surprise visit. I love mi familia! &lt;em&gt;[I love them so so so so (infinity times) much!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we went out first our seperate ways, since they had to go places and me and Meg had planned to go to Ozine Fest, where I got a million stickers and posters &lt;em&gt;[well, not exactly a million posters...] &lt;/em&gt;It was generally a nice time. I also got gifts for my bros and sis back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we had a really good dinner with my parents. After which headed back here to the dorm and *drumroll* dad fixed my laptop up. Yay! It's a million times faster now. Woohoo! *spins in chair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then they went home, *sniff sniff*. Here's another mushy fact: my littlest brother is the sweetest thing. Well, he loves dogs. Then he sold two of his puppies after much "will i sell them kaya, or no nalang". Believe me for a little kid that's like deciding to part with your family and go to Manila. Plus get this, he set aside 250 pesos of his 400 peso earning &lt;em&gt;[these pups were askal kasi, but I have to admit they're cute] &lt;/em&gt;for me. I was maka-cry. 250 bucks is a big thing for a little kid. Damn I was so touched. I love my brother! *mwah mwah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I'm brushing up on my debating. I cannot believe I don't know the five branches of the UN anymore, if Kuya Jado, Rocky, Gian or Bronco ever found out I'd be stuck in a cubicle with a thousand books and internet connection to re-matter fill my brain with facts. My first debate &lt;em&gt;[after a loooooooooooooooong time]&lt;/em&gt; sucked big time. They say that your only as good as your last debate. Damn that must mean I am &lt;strike&gt;terrible&lt;/strike&gt; horrible. I need to get my matterloading back. BUT I did get a nice comment: "good rhetoric by the way." *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Despite the mounting schoolwork and other demanding social responsibilities, my head is barely floating above them. Well, I'm taking it all in stride.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully it remains a stride and I won't be running away soon&lt;/span&gt; hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another question: Why do you call it a building when it's already built?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carpe Diem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115448129417394680?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115448129417394680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115448129417394680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115448129417394680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115448129417394680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-of-love.html' title='A Post of Love'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115419916538818511</id><published>2006-07-30T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T02:52:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isomnia Moment (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of twisting and tossing in bed when I force myself to go to sleep at 11:30pm after sleeping from 5pm - 10pm, I have decided to tweak my blog and watch Weiss Kreuz &lt;em&gt;[Aya-kun]&lt;/em&gt;and Angelic Layer &lt;em&gt;[Oujiro-sama]&lt;/em&gt;, which at the moment I am trying to finish. &lt;em&gt;[yup, anime...] &lt;/em&gt;Check them out if you have the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow, I have nothing much to say. Hopefully ripway.com would have fast buffing so that you could listen to my LSS song. And no, I'm not advocating that all Rockstars are like that, it's just that it's a catchy song and that you have to admit, it is a good stereotypical description of what "normal" people &lt;em&gt;[and by this i mean, people that do not know what real rock is] &lt;/em&gt;think of rockstars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, now I want to sleep, I will start blogging again tomorrow. I'm turning over a new leaf and dedicating more to this blog that has been so neglected. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One last thought: If we are here to help others then what are other for? eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115419916538818511?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115419916538818511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115419916538818511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115419916538818511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115419916538818511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/07/isomnia-moment-part-3.html' title='Isomnia Moment (Part 3)'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115330544359446331</id><published>2006-07-19T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:12:34.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long time no update, I know. Well, an update on my dear beloved not lost anymore clipboard. I survived a night in Manong Guard's desk at Mcdo. Yay! &lt;em&gt;[something you lost actually returned to you? You must have prayed really hard huh?]&lt;/em&gt; Damn right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what has been going on in my microsphere &lt;em&gt;[oooh, Bronfenbrenner right? *pats self on back for learning and &lt;/em&gt;retaining &lt;em&gt;something*]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tararun: I was one of the marshals for a charity marathon in UP. Hosted by my hopefully future org and UP JPIA. It was fun. &lt;em&gt;[generally] &lt;/em&gt;At least I got free food afterward. Levi's was one of the sponsors but they couldn't give us all gift certificates. Drat! My org just raffled the ones given us. Double Drat! For one thing I am nearly never ever ever get picked at raffles. &lt;em&gt;[but as stubborn as you are you still hope... *sigh*] &lt;/em&gt;Plus that fact that we had to wake up early. I mean early &lt;em&gt;[think 4:00 am] &lt;/em&gt;and be in school at 5:oo am. I know very well that i will not fo rthe life of me be able to wake up that early. So I stayed up, went to school, marschalled and came home and slept. See my dedication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;House is finished! &lt;em&gt;[you have a house?!?!?O_o] &lt;/em&gt;I wish. I meant that House MD the series is over. Well, not exactly over, me and mouse finished watching season two and season three only starts showing this coming september. *cries* I want my sarcasm! House was sorta our vice for a time&lt;em&gt;[nothing beats wit, sarcasm and a lot of medical terms thrown your way making you feel smart and wit like that is rare these days]&lt;/em&gt;. ahhh, me likey House now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UAAP has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay the main reason that I posted was beacause I would like to brag &lt;em&gt;[see I'm honest XD] &lt;/em&gt;that I went to New World. The Sci and fantasy fic convention. It was fun. The only thing that I would have gone there for was the RF poster as large as my dorm door. It was enough to make me smile for the rest of the day. I have one complaint though, why did they only sponsor the Omnicron server?!?! Grr..!!! Nexus rules! I'mobviously a power gamer. &lt;em&gt;[plug: to see more details please click link to your right that will lead you to the RF Online site&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have something that will remind me &lt;em&gt;[and most likely the general public]&lt;/em&gt; that I have been there for the next two weeks take a look: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 589px" height="874" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l212/rockstilrulz/IMG_0655.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="608" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l212/rockstilrulz/IMG_0656editted.jpg" width="770" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mouse's above then moi. pip has a snake on her arm. &lt;em&gt;[mouse &amp; moi = year of the dragon; pip = year of the snake]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway holler back... eww, that was so not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm being a delinquent for some reason this semester. I've been dropping out of clases for some reason, but not to worry as of this week, I seem to be back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thought: Don't you just hate people that make problems worst than help or much better shut up? What more they guise it in"help". ..grr... &lt;em&gt;[Pabayaan nyo nga yung problema ng may problema kung dadagdag lang kayo... you know who you are... well, at least i hope so... otherwise i pity you]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115330544359446331?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115330544359446331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115330544359446331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115330544359446331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115330544359446331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/07/current-events.html' title='Current events'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115228925410024494</id><published>2006-07-07T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:21:28.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia Moments (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why can't I sleep?! &lt;em&gt;[again] *sigh* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay rant mode: I think I lost my clipboard! &lt;em&gt;*gasp* &lt;/em&gt;My life is in there. &lt;em&gt;[Oh, stop exaggerating!] *calming down*&lt;/em&gt; I think I left it in Mcdo. &lt;em&gt;*panics*&lt;/em&gt; Well, you see recently I bought this clipboard for easy to-do list scribbling therefore my "organized" life is in there. &lt;em&gt;*scolds self* &lt;/em&gt;You should have been more careful. We all know how easily you lose small things. &lt;em&gt;*ends scolding* &lt;/em&gt;You may be wondering what is important in there besides my reminders about what I need to do for school, well &lt;em&gt;...*thinks* ... [aha!] &lt;/em&gt;my library card! But it isn't like I use the lib that much, I use it but I rarely take out books. &lt;em&gt;[Manang Xerox is just a few steps away anyway.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ah! I'm still thinking about my poor possibly stepped on and unprotected clipboard. Note to self: Harass Mcdo people for clipboard. &lt;em&gt;[What if some nosey kid has it? 0_o] *shakes head* [DO not dwell on negative thoughts!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Update on recent happenings mode:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got to play Gamelan (Javanese Orchestra) instruments in my MuL 13 class. We were taking up the Javanese music culture and in that lesson also got to try out playing in a Gamelan. I got to play a Slenthem and the Gender. It's like a loose Xylophone. Go look it up... it's kinda...cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In addition ot playing the Gamelan last week, my MuL 13 class had a workshop on Australian Cultural Dances. Two students from the NAISDA School of Dance in Sydney showed us a few moves so to speak. It was fun. [that is a very big compliment considering my legs hurt from another dance that we performed recently]. What annoyed me during this class was that there was this old lady that kept asking questions and stuff. I'm not saying that asking questions is bad but somehow you can assimilate information without it having to be told to you directly, right? &lt;em&gt;[*gasp* what if I'm like that since most of the time my mind tends to go blank? *gasp*]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and is it just me or has everyone gone and bought a Baguio shirt? This recent days I can't seem to walk around school without seeing someone wearing it. It kinda reminds me at home at the oddest times which makes me want to mope around and go home. It doesn't help that its raining here at times and reminds me of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clean &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Baguio rain, the kind that when you get wet you feel clean not like you're covered in a thin layer of grease like the rain here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;And Finally: I'm applying for three orgs. Overloaded? I know. But hell, I want to apply who the hell cares. Well, I hopefully get into at least one of them. And the dance I said performed earlier was for one of those orgs so they beter let me in. &lt;em&gt;[FYI: I Don't Dance.] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway I guess that about it, I think the Anime is done downloading. I need to soak in anime goodness for a few more minutes before going to bed. Besides it's friday, I can sleep in all I want tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115228925410024494?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115228925410024494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115228925410024494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115228925410024494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115228925410024494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/07/insomnia-moments-part-2.html' title='Insomnia Moments (part 2)'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115125841563357111</id><published>2006-06-26T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T02:01:08.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Insomania Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't sleep I have to finish school stuff. What the hell did I do yesterday? &lt;em&gt;[you slept!] &lt;/em&gt;Was it my fault the bed looked so inviting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I need a break from Chem which I can't understand and I can't solve. &lt;em&gt;[Damn! What if our prof calls on me tomorrow?!?!] &lt;/em&gt;I don't like this. I haven't finished my "Inspiration File" and "Artbox" for CTRA 13 &lt;em&gt;[I know, they're subjecting non-artistic people like me to use extra brain cells nad actually attmept to create something "artistic". Please, I call my beloved stick figures masterpieces. I am no picasso] &lt;/em&gt;I am so swamped with work and it's only been the second week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss playing RF. [You might have noticed there are abundant links to RF related sites to your right]. I want ot play! Waah! &lt;em&gt;[I don't have load but that's beside the point that I'm being a good girl and devoting all my precious time to studying.] &lt;/em&gt;But guess what? You can no longer download the patch! Why?!?! I have no idea they just decided to seel the new version. Greedy Level-up people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope wednesday will come soon. Not only do I want a break from class but I want to play table tennis. Yup! I'm playing again. The prof I think is the coach of the varsity so he's into a lot of drills, but that's all good cause I feel like I'm in the varsity again. The only thing I dislike is that he's making me dish out 800 for a new racket. He says my racket is anti &lt;em&gt;[aka hindi makapit yung goma] &lt;/em&gt;and should be more&lt;em&gt; makapit &lt;/em&gt;but I was trained to use anti when I was in highschool. &lt;em&gt;[And I use it very well, mind you] &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, he's the prof right? &lt;em&gt;*shrug*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guess what? I'm depriving myself of Coffee, Soda and Ice Tea. &lt;em&gt;[I know, I must have gone out of my mind] &lt;/em&gt;But I'm on a cleansing diet. &lt;em&gt;[aka only water, fruit juices, milk and chocolate am I allowed to consume] &lt;/em&gt;Courageous aren't I? But hey it gives me somehting to look out for than just my studies. 'Sides I used to do this in varsity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I guess that's all for now folks. I got to get back to Chem. Drat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah, my room mate has a new laptop. &lt;em&gt;[Acer 40k whoo hoo.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115125841563357111?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115125841563357111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115125841563357111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115125841563357111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115125841563357111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/06/insomania-moment.html' title='An Insomania Moment'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-115090655542577248</id><published>2006-06-21T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:15:55.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with that girl(s)!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, long time no update on my existence. Well, here is finally is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Small rants &lt;em&gt;[before major rant]:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie opinion 1: X-men 3 was generally &lt;em&gt;okay. &lt;/em&gt;I mean it was cool up to the point where they crammed all possbile movie cliches in the end of it. I mean what the hell was Leach (spelling?) supposed be? Props? They could just have tossed him at Jean but &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; Wolverine has to act all macho and kill her and sacrifice and all that hollywood crap. &lt;em&gt;[ekk *gags*]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Movie opinion 2: A Beautiful Mind is a must see for people who want to watch a movie with &lt;u&gt;sense&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;[I know I saw this one late. It isn't exactly news that it is a GREAT movie but who the hell are you? This is my rant corner] &lt;/em&gt;Now I want to be a Nobel Laureate cancelling out the getting crazy part. &lt;em&gt;[I liked it so much I am now reading the book.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Movie opinion 3: Da Vinci Code fell of the must see list. &lt;em&gt;[fell hard, since I completely cancelled watching it.] &lt;/em&gt;All the poeple that have seen it tell me the exact same thing: "Okay &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;." So not enticing. Besides, I already dislike the casting. &lt;em&gt;[hello? Langdon? Hanks? WTH?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Current lusting: Cars. Why? The trailer was cute. &lt;em&gt;[ahehehehe]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Been too busy with school. All my classes seem to see me as a bank. Especially Chemistry 16. I mean I think the prof &lt;em&gt;[who is super young that one of my classmates admitted he had a crush on her before, she apparently is 19]&lt;/em&gt; of my Chem lab had me buy all the possible equiptment that is &lt;u&gt;supposed &lt;/u&gt;to be in a lab. UP is so poor. :( and who I spend around ten hours a week in Chem. Ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Damn TOO many requirements this semester that I feel like I'm overload even though I'm not. &lt;em&gt;[17 units]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alrighty, small rants aside. I have a bone to pick with people in my MuL 13 class. The class is suppose to discuss the different cultures music and all that. They seem to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; rock though. *in sipsip voice*They all like classic.*end sipsip voice* &lt;em&gt;[I mean I liike classic too but that's beside my point] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What is it  with Rock being a synonym of Satanism? Not all screaming is rock you morons. You're from the music dept and you can't open your mind to other forms of music. &lt;em&gt;[Asscrap!] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt; no rock doesn't require you to have a vice or be in a trance or be high to write good music. &lt;em&gt;[a SOLID example : DREAM THEATER... yeah I know Portnoy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; a vice but he quitted after the third album to "write better"] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And if you want a sample listen to The Spirit Carries On or State of Grace &lt;em&gt;[to show they are not "satanic" idiot], &lt;/em&gt;Dance of Eternity in full orchestra &lt;em&gt;[to stuff it up your classical music palette or if you want to see it with your own eyes watch the Octavarium Tour Finale in Radio City Hall NYC DVD] &lt;/em&gt;and listen to a copy of any Liquid Tension Experiment &lt;em&gt;[to prove that people that are high cannot play that &lt;strike&gt;good&lt;/strike&gt; GREAT]&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Progressive Metal/Rock Rules!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*afterthought* But what if they are the misguided masses that think bands like Good Charlotte is actaully music moreover rock? *gasp* Oh how I pity them, but one more time I hear the term "bad music", "satanic" and/or any vice connected to rock and stated in a general manner I will grill that &lt;strike&gt;girl&lt;/strike&gt; person. &lt;em&gt;[and most probably prove her right but I'll just plead temporary insanity after all I'm still a minor this entire first sem... *insert evil laugh*]&lt;/em&gt; *end of afterthought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh and don't  you just hate it when there is a &lt;em&gt;person [not in my MuL class]&lt;/em&gt;that just &lt;strong&gt;cannot &lt;/strong&gt;shut up during class? I mean they just have to inform the entire class of thier thoughts &lt;em&gt;[which may or may not be connected to the class discussion, more often not connected]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;every second the prof speaks and to top it off, ask the stupidest&lt;em&gt;[okay an exageration but more like the same question fifteen times. asscrap... I mean what the friggin hell is it with you? if you toned down your voice or better yet shut up and listened you wouldn't be so pesky]&lt;/em&gt; questions possible. &lt;em&gt;[one last reminder: SHUT UP during class! we don't care about you or your love interest.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*breathe in breathe out*... *like nothing just happened voice* Now ciao everbody! Have a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*starts plotting Rock outfit to freak out MuL class*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-115090655542577248?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/115090655542577248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=115090655542577248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115090655542577248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/115090655542577248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-it-with-that-girls.html' title='What is it with that girl(s)!?!'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114998373230959021</id><published>2006-06-11T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:55:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting New People</title><content type='html'>Yay! Look at me up so early and posting. I obviously have nothing to do. And to augment my boredom and to kill time, I have decided to fill you with boring and definitely mundane things from my existence. &lt;em&gt;{I refuse to call this a life... yet}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the reasons I am up so early &lt;em&gt;{which is a miracle since I refuse to believe 7 o'clock is already considered morning during weekends that time to me is still the dead of night}&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; My room mate arrived. Yay! I'm techinically no longer all by my lonesome. I patient yet &lt;em&gt;persistent &lt;/em&gt;knocking on my door got me off the world of the dead. &lt;em&gt;{She arrived more than an hour ago, an ungodly hour if I do say so myself...}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I still am unconditioned in this new habitat. I still cannot sleep all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I needed to take out the trash anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wake up this being from sleep, she usually can't get back to it. Unless, of course, I'm in my bed in Baguio which I definitely am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. *sigh* I miss that bed. *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I'm an after thought person in greeting people. For example, I'd say, &lt;em&gt;"Hello, po."&lt;/em&gt;  and then after a few minutes chastise myself for not adding, &lt;em&gt;"Kamusta, po, ang byahe ninyo?" &lt;/em&gt;And people say that I'm a good conversationalist, which I am mind you &lt;em&gt;{bragging... *cough, cough*}&lt;/em&gt; just not with new people or basically initiating a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I know meeting people isn't exactly my &lt;em&gt;forte&lt;/em&gt;. It's either, they meet me, get grouped with me, must talk to me for some reason &lt;em&gt;{aka they nedd to pass this subject} &lt;/em&gt;or basically start off the friendship ball rolling. I'm the person that &lt;em&gt;used &lt;/em&gt;to think of a thousand ways to introduce myself but it never gets off my mouth. So, I decided to stop trying and start talking after they do. Then, they &lt;em&gt;{powers that be}&lt;/em&gt; say I take control of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I never said that I'm perfect. Far from it, and I do mean I &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's nearly 8 am &lt;em&gt;{still an ungodly hour}, &lt;/em&gt;and in the course of typing this post I have decided to go to the mall after church today to get school stuff. Yay!  I find new school stuff &lt;em&gt;{and bookstores in general}&lt;/em&gt; therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might post again later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114998373230959021?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114998373230959021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114998373230959021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114998373230959021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114998373230959021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/06/meeting-new-people.html' title='Meeting New People'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114991937256236904</id><published>2006-06-10T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:02:52.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of official updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a Saturday and everyone is in Baguio. That is, everyone &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; me. I'm just wasting away in my room, in the heat of NCR with only Guardian Bear to keep me company who, by the way, isn't even my bear in the first place. &lt;em&gt;{hello, Guardian Bear's Owner! don't worry I'll take good care of 'im} &lt;/em&gt;Left out? Well, don't be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Despite everything, I'm still alive and I thank you for checking up on me and my blog &lt;em&gt;{aww...}&lt;/em&gt;. So you should know that I think it's safe to say that my brain is fried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, let's see what has been going on in my world???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ENROLMENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And if you're in UP, this the time of the year that your body is kicked into a sem's worth of running/walking exercises. Ask anybody. Unless, of course, that anybody would be a freshman. &lt;em&gt;{Damn you guys are so lucky! Now gimme my slot!} &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 units &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and a PE. &lt;em&gt;{Wow, a PE...} &lt;/em&gt;I'm amazed too that I actually have a PE. Well, it's a PE 3: Advance Table Tennis. So there are &lt;u&gt;no freshies&lt;/u&gt; to take my slot away. *start dancing weirdly* I am now actually reaping the consequences of NOT TAKING SUMMER. &lt;em&gt;Note to self: take summmer... and ask mom to send you gear for PE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm excited about my PE. That's cause I'll be back in my game. I missed playing and I'm way out of practice so there is a possibility that I might fail. I'll keep you posted on that.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another thing about enrolment, the lines. If you're not running you're in a line. &lt;em&gt;{That snakes through an entire hall...} &lt;/em&gt;These are the times I thank the creators of Media Players (MP 3s/4s). And it's amazing the amount of people you talk to in lines.  It starts off as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 1[to no one in particular]: &lt;/strong&gt;Tagal naman![or any other short phrase of exasperation]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 2: &lt;/strong&gt;Oo, nga eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Grabe! Kailangan ko na kasi itong slot na ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 2&lt;/strong&gt;: Oo nga eh, kainis CRS major na nga di pa nakuha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Ganun ba? Ano ba Course mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then you launch into a getting-to-know-you session, then you rant on how &lt;u&gt;fruitless&lt;/u&gt; your running around the campus has been. Though you both have spent the last ten minutes &lt;em&gt;{if you're lucky or ...they closed the class} &lt;/em&gt;or the last hour, you never really get thier name, or if you do, it immediately leaves your memory as soon &lt;em&gt;{or before} &lt;/em&gt;as you leave the line. So, you most likely have met a million people without knowing thier names. *sigh* Nameless people,thank you for helping me keep sane during those trying times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a few blog links to add but first, to ask for permission from the blog owners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to rant about movies..., but I'm too lazy at the moment and I fear I might be brain dead because of the damn heat &lt;em&gt;{this is why BAGUIO RULES!}&lt;/em&gt;. I haven't even eaten lunch yet. I need to got to the mall. &lt;em&gt;{more for the aircon than the actual mall itself}. &lt;/em&gt;I need/want a book. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next time on Scenes From My Memory: my ever wonderful opinion on some movies and... stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Je mata ne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114991937256236904?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114991937256236904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114991937256236904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114991937256236904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114991937256236904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/06/beginning-of-official-updates.html' title='The beginning of official updates...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114983324527119386</id><published>2006-06-09T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:10:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nearly official update on my existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's official... I am back in QC. I'm currently waiting for my enrolment money. Yeah! All i have to do is pay and I'm done. hurrah hurrah hurrah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have done more than my share of running {thanks to the damn CRS people they gave me an annoying schedule... why why why?!?!} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm all alone in my dorm room {for the time being}. My roommate isn't here yet but anyhow. I have a glorified typewriter with internet connection... hehehe. I can't even run YM *sigh*. Well, all i have to do is starve myself for sometime and get higher memory that sounds easy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, i'll work on real update. I'm just killing time now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;see you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114983324527119386?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114983324527119386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114983324527119386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114983324527119386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114983324527119386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/06/nearly-official-update-on-my-existence.html' title='A nearly official update on my existence'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114932910019556061</id><published>2006-06-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:05:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thank you post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd like to thank chevy-sama (you are now officially dubbed chevy-sama/chevy-sempai by moi... hehehe) for the thankfully new blog layout... Isn't she amazing??? (you better be agreeing or... i'll send a rat after you!... hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd also like to thank heira for her wonderful wonderful art... well the original was totally hers... check her out... she the best... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so glad I met you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep Rockin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh and I'VE BEEN TAGGED! (and i will be complying to the rules when i have more time... I never seem to have enough time this week... *sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114932910019556061?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114932910019556061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114932910019556061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114932910019556061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114932910019556061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-post.html' title='A thank you post...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114889219142021127</id><published>2006-05-29T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:43:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is coming! School is coming!</title><content type='html'>And it already has been a bad start. Not that it's even here yet, but I'm more than a little pissed off at the CRS. They screwed up my first run and damn my first run was an okay bad schedule already. Needless to say, it is way horrible now. I was only enlisted in my majors, and not even all my majors. Drat! They're having the final run tomorrow. Fromt he looks of it, I'm going to be chasing down subjects next week all over campus. Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my final week in Baguio. *tear, tear, sniff, sniff* Baguio is wet but i'm still going to miss it. Cold weather, enough said. Sides, life is way more laid back here. Manila is an epitome of problems for me right now... I'm just gonna grit my teeth and bear leaving this beautiful city. And hopefully survive another sem in QC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post something of the stuff i've been doing this past weekend soon... i'm lazy right now... i want to play... Started RF recently... :D hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114889219142021127?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114889219142021127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114889219142021127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114889219142021127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114889219142021127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/05/school-is-coming-school-is-coming.html' title='School is coming! School is coming!'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114715135526866763</id><published>2006-05-09T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:09:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about school much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long time no post. No excuses from me. Didn’t post…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is going on except that summer is coming to an end. I haven’t fixed up my schedule for next semester yet. I should do that, shouldn’t I?  Anyway these are the subjects lined up for next semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTRA 13 {a major… *sigh*}&lt;br /&gt;Chem 16 {a major too…. This one I’m particularly dreading… oh for Pete’s sake it’s&lt;br /&gt;chem. Why the hell should I not dread?}&lt;br /&gt;FLCD 113 {a major… no duh}&lt;br /&gt;FLCD 124 {a major too… hopefully these things wouldn’t be major pains…}&lt;br /&gt;EDSP 101  {you guessed it…. A major}&lt;br /&gt;PE       {I want sports climbing…. But the demand for that class is horrendous… but who the hell said I couldn’t try…or dream for that matter…}&lt;br /&gt;GE in AH  {I want to take Theater 12… but I’m thinking about it… currently signed up for Eng 12… it’s reading stuff and well… I read a lot anyway…}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top this very heavy looking load I got NSTP which I don’t know what the schedule is… plus, I wasn’t able to get one of my needed subjects last semester so I’m taking it next sem…. GE in MST it’s a science… I’m thinking Physics 10…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leaves no space for fun or well, breathing. Don’t believe me? Let’s count the units:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTRA 13        5&lt;br /&gt;Chem. 16        5&lt;br /&gt;FLCD 124      3&lt;br /&gt;FLCD113       3&lt;br /&gt;EDSP 101       3&lt;br /&gt;Ge (AH)          3&lt;br /&gt;Ge (MST)       3&lt;br /&gt;PE                   (2)&lt;br /&gt;NSTP              (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total               25 (minus the one in the parentheses cause apparently they don’t count...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Total       29 (I am going to die next semester… *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just place all of this here, cause I have nothing else to put and this is a convenient topic to rant about.  And I haven’t realized that I should start thinking about school again. Summer went by so fast. I need more time to rest. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright see you soon. That is if I will have time to actually see anybody…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Note to self: change background music to Faint of Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114715135526866763?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114715135526866763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114715135526866763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114715135526866763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114715135526866763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/05/thinking-about-school-much.html' title='Thinking about school much...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114664980100326743</id><published>2006-05-03T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:50:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much... will post better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will update better stuff but any how.... I'm still alive... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114664980100326743?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114664980100326743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114664980100326743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114664980100326743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114664980100326743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-much-will-post-better.html' title='Nothing much... will post better'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114594363549529988</id><published>2006-04-25T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:40:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot believe i have a full calendar... work is all about. I have to squeeze in fun... grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, i'mot complaining i'm never the one to just sit down and do nothing... i need my mind working otherwise i'll die.... hehehehe... no duh, mind stops = vegetable... my mind's not hurting yet so i guess i'm okay but when it does, i'm going to start whining again...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, lor, i'll give you a peace offering didn't know we were supposed to meet... peace :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nothing much to say.. alrighty then i'm off to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and to my blockmates please please send me a copy of next sems subjects i lost my checklist please oh please oh please.... love you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carpe Diem! I'm a DT mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114594363549529988?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114594363549529988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114594363549529988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114594363549529988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114594363549529988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation?'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114543926669922996</id><published>2006-04-19T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:34:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I obviously had nothign to do. I actually don't know why I'm posting either. It's that the site just magically called out to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can hear it now: "post, post, post, post..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here's a quick update: Mouse isn't here anymore, back to school for her. Sis says a free coffee session is on thier tab. Cha's birthday is coming up. I discovered a cheap coffee drink with bailey's in it. (yum) I have a new student. I'm planning to invite Enuj for a sleep over at my place one of these days. Boss is already around. I"m supposedly on my way home right now. I have no load. I'm having a little tension with a member of the big familia. I'm stressed. I need major cash and I guess that's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway.... there, just pleasing that annoying little voice to post... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;alright, see you all around... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114543926669922996?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114543926669922996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114543926669922996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114543926669922996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114543926669922996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-post.html' title='Another post...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114474026414407435</id><published>2006-04-11T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:24:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah i seem to havbe forgotten that my soulmate apperently has left me here in this country... Anyway soulmate if you're reading this I'm well, thousands of miles away but thank God for email right... Hope you have fun there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114474026414407435?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114474026414407435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114474026414407435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114474026414407435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114474026414407435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114473999992417846</id><published>2006-04-11T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:19:59.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, i'm relax and all good. I have nothing more tro ask for at the moment... hmm... scrasth that, I need cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cash?... Yup that's about all I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, updating on my life *ahem ahem* existence. I was able to meet up with small fry and enuj already. I had lunch with them last Saturday. One way I'd describe it is it was short yet very endearing. It was fun. They both had class at twelve though so I brought them to their respective universities. It was fun nontheless. We got to talking about acads and the stress and pressure college has. THe different types of profs we meet, since we can't talk about one specific prof cause we're from different universities. Lucky profs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also was able to meet up with sis". I got treated coffee. Thanks and much love sis. Then we got to talking about stuff that goes on about us. School and our seminonexistent lives (well, for me that is... semi nonexistent)... Walked around since i was broke. It was fun too... Damn I'm over using the word fun. Thanks for the coffee again sis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, I'm in Ate Honey's comp, typing away. Hehehe... Super fast thier internet here. 512kbps. Dang, I wish I got such a great connection. It's like the pages change as fast as I blink. *blink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The final lesson of my first student ended today. Yay! I finally get paid. Oh yeah, and to those from batch 2007 whatever school you may come from our Center is giving UPCAT reviews so if you need one holler at me. Leave a comment or message with your email... The price is way cheaper than AHEAD or MSA. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay that little commercial aside. I'm finally going to see boss, sis, mouse, loridor and cha tomorrow for some well deserved bonding time. Hehehe let's paint the town blue... hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright I got nothing more to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CARPE DIEM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114473999992417846?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114473999992417846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114473999992417846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114473999992417846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114473999992417846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/04/hohum.html' title='Hohum...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114430668573748979</id><published>2006-04-06T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:58:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's right: COOL and CLEAN&lt;em&gt;-er&lt;/em&gt;. I'm decribing Baguio here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sigh been home for three days and I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;my tired and weary bones have gotten a whole lot better. I've been checking my grades online fervently and well, there were a few surprises and not so surprises with my grades. Are the surprises good? Well, I'm praying they're good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are a lot of things that I need to do? Sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep and eat. Though that &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;the plan, but like I said I'll be putting myself into good use by being money generating productive this summer. So, I thought the job I got would ive me time to sleep and money too, but apparently I can't have the best of both worlds. During the school year there was a reason that i scheduled my classes to start at ten, but now, i'm bending that. *sigh* I'll just sleep in the afternoon. Since I'm nocturnal, sleeping the the afternoon and being awake all night suits me fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have quite a busy summer ahead of me and an even busier school year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think I'll be able to write this summer. I need to get back into music too. There are a lot of things I don't like to lose, so hopefully this : "don't use it you lose it" won't hold true in my case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm broke as hell, so I'm in my dad's office blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nothing much to say, just announceing I'm back. Oh and I got the Hourglass by Liquid Tension Experiment in GP5 by John Petrucci, oh the wonders of shareware and I can play it too. *pats self on back and inserts evil laugh* I'm falling inlove with my guitar again. I'm getting into Nightwish too and Coheed and Cambria [yes, you read that right, so butt off, it's better than Good- ehem ehem nevermind... ]. And since were at the what-I'm-into section of my Train of Thought, I'm getting into a bit of anime too, influence courtesy of boss and mouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Speaking of which, where are you boss? Are you here already? Let's hang. [that includes the following mammalians: sis, enuj, small fry, loridor, cha, mouse and the rest of you wierd dudes and dudettes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will purify your sorry ass!" &gt; &lt;/em&gt;wala lang, I just wanted to put that... :D hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114430668573748979?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114430668573748979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114430668573748979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114430668573748979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114430668573748979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/04/c2.html' title='C2'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114335034965490850</id><published>2006-03-26T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:19:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the day wears on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It get's hotter and hotter and hotter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess, summer can't wait. I have my fan running 24 hours already or when I'm in my room anyway. Mouse already made it back to Baguio {you're so lucky!}. Boss and I are still here though. We both have school stuff to deal with. I have one last paper that is suppose to be around 15-25 pages long. Have I started on it? Not quite yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm at home right now in my QC home I mean. Had been runing around school lately passing requirements and stuff like that. I had my math 11 exam yesterday. Know what? I slept through it. Well, here's the details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I slept late, talking with one of my batchmates from high school, {hey boogis!}. So I set my alarm and it didn't ring. I should really get that phone checked and/or buy an alarm clock huh? Any how, I wake up at 9 am. My final exam? 7 am. Major screw up. I was out of the house in 7 minutes flat, bathed, dressed with my reviewer in hand. Rush to school. THe floor where the exams are held was empty. *insert heartbeat here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I did say I had my exam right. There were three or more of us that were late and well, prof gave me my exam. Yay! I think I did okay. Didn't get around three questions I think. Hopefully I'll get high on this math. My current standing is&lt;em&gt; low&lt;/em&gt;. I mean emphasis on the LOW. And I am so hoping my finals will bring it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mom got me a summer job back in Baguio. Yay! I'm working on my resume and all the other documents that they need like-gulp!-grades and stuff like that. After all, why would I say no to around 2k and 100/hour? hell no, I'm so broke. So henceforth I might not take summer, it all depends on whether I can get my forms signed or not, but it's leaning more on the side of not. I think I'll be more productive if I work too. Productive as in money generating productivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I haven't been very thrifty lately. Well, for one there were projects all around so yeah, money all went to national bookstore for supllies and stuff. Besides that I had to have pictures in my project so, florofoto got a share of my measley cash too. Well, plus your daily needs of food and all. *sigh* It doesn't help either that the stuff here are so damn EXPENSIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I missing Baguio just because of that. Plus, I have such low grades I feel like crying. Why oh why?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm stressed over worked and well, I'll admit I am in a lazy mood. I just want to sleep too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright. i have to go and try to conquer my paper. This is post isn't too deep. Who the hell cares anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114335034965490850?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114335034965490850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114335034965490850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114335034965490850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114335034965490850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-day-wears-on.html' title='As the day wears on...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114322171763490109</id><published>2006-03-25T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:35:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not really, didn't get to pass my project today, ended up luggiong it around campus. And if y ou knwo my campus, damn that's a large campus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have an exam this 7 am and i'm not in bed yet... wonder why? I'm toalking to boogis right now, long time no talk... catching up... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, Mouse is going home today. actually awhile ago. I wanna go home too. Sorry not really in a mood to post a long one, maybe tomorrow. Just wanted to note that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nyt nyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114322171763490109?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114322171763490109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114322171763490109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114322171763490109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114322171763490109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114294748186879221</id><published>2006-03-21T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:24:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Classes</title><content type='html'>And my last official day of being a freshman. *insert evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just uploaded new BG music by Jem. It's in the Ultraviolet soundtrack entitled 24. Oh, yeah time for a little kick ass music. Takes some time to load though, slow hosting. Still trying to find better hosting. If you guys got any sources, comment and tell me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start tweaking my blog a bit now. Make it more me-ish, since class is now over. *hallelujah* I just requirements to finish then I'm all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, post more later or whenever have a big bunch of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je mata ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114294748186879221?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114294748186879221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114294748186879221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114294748186879221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114294748186879221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day-of-classes.html' title='Last day of Classes'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114287346791431800</id><published>2006-03-21T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:51:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ...the many things you are &lt;em&gt;supposed &lt;/em&gt;to be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I'm taking a really really long break before going back a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nd start torturing myself with the various requirements, I am required to do. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, from the title you might have already deciphered that I have watched the much acclaimed V for Vendetta. The verdict: Watch it. It was definitely a really good movie, my company was great too. I really liked the way they depicted the character, V. The music, the plotline, the cinematography were all well placed and well put together. I wouldn't mind watching it again really, too bad I'm broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyhow, I have a rant. Well, basically you could say that it was somewhat triggered by the movie I watched last Saturday, (yeah the V for Vendetta one). The idea of V's mask, the main character, was really well depicted. I found it kind of empowering in a sense that you can be anyone behind a mask. "Behind this mask does not lie flesh but an idea". Well I agree with this implication, I mean you can kill the flesh, but you can never kill an individual's will and/or ideas. It's a nice notion that one is not powerless in this draining society today where at times it is inevitable that resources and even you yourself could be exploited for another's benefit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To fight for something so passionately, is somehting this country lacks. And no I'm not telling anyone to blow some symbol of power up, but you have to admit what V said about blowing up a symbol of power as a stand was pretty true. I liked it that V gave the people an identity, something real for them to hold onto. He pushed the already set up domino so to say. If we only had that kind of passion... and if only our country would right itself, and that, dear reader is an example of asking for too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, if you couldn't understand a thing I've just said then go watch the movie. It is so worth your time and money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Moving on, I also watched the comtemporary version of Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/em&gt;. Damn wasn't that funny.  I remember seeing this play when I was in third year highschool, damn that play was good. Well, the comtemporary version was kinda alright I guess. It would work actually, I mean speaking in the sense that I have seen the orginal and have read the play  too. I'd say if you want something light to watch then this is pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay I think I've dilly-dallied enough. I'm going to work now. I better start doing a lot of things if I want to pas his semester like praying for a miracle. If I'd gauge my performance this sem, I didn't do too well -- really didn't do too well. I just hope I would at least not fall too far from my last sem's grades. I liked my last sem grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, alright, I'm going now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, one last thing: {an exerpt from the Guy Fawkes Rhyme, part of it was in the V for Vendetta movie}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Remember, remember, the fifth of November,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gunpowder treason and plot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know of no reason why gunpowder treason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should ever be forgot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Twas his intent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To blow up the King and the Parliament.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor old England to overthrow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114287346791431800?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114287346791431800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114287346791431800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114287346791431800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114287346791431800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/03/remember-remember.html' title='Remember, remember...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114252470825026977</id><published>2006-03-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:58:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we mean when we say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{I know this is true...so never think we think you're right....}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FIVE MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. &lt;em&gt;{not really...} &lt;/em&gt;Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{so true...}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"cge" is a smilar statement... same meaning though}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOUD SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is not actually a word, but is a &lt;u&gt;non-verbal statement&lt;/u&gt; often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THAT'S OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{bwahahaha}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I FORGOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She didn't, she really remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;{good boy...*pat pat pat*}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i had fun with this, thanks for the info boogis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114252470825026977?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114252470825026977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114252470825026977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114252470825026977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114252470825026977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-we-mean-when-we-say.html' title='What we mean when we say...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114243144759652264</id><published>2006-03-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:04:07.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...stress. Tell him to shove it. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To tell the truth, I'm not really in an angsty mood more of a depressed one really. Or maybe not... I'm really not all that sure, a little of everything I guess. Everything bad, I meant. Anxious, worried, freaked out, depressed and you know the usual me under stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They tell me that I'm a type C person. The kind that strives under stress. Though at times this may be true [alright so yeah majority of the time it is true], but i really do hate it. That is when it decides to ambush me. This usually happens at the end of the semester and behold it is that time right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got sick the past weekend. Crap. I hate it when my body reacts to stress. Everything just hurt. You see, I'm the kind of person that when I say i'm sick its just not a cough. When I say i'm sick, it's bedridden level. Which did happen by the way, I couldn't even stand. I'd just sway then fall over. I even had a bit of chills when it was so damn hot here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well, I was alright around Sunday. See how determined I am to survive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright speaking of survival I should be working on my acads right about now. Yup, break over. Scrunch time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, to the people that have been trying to contact me. I'm a poor person [mother, I'm poor!] so please don't blame me if I don't reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah, one last thing readers that actually read {by this I mean books, novels and all that...} check out my story Forbidden... just sharing...  link is up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114243144759652264?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114243144759652264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114243144759652264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114243144759652264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114243144759652264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-life-gives-you.html' title='When life gives you...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114156807199404379</id><published>2006-03-05T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:37:11.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheesy title, but what the heck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, I just came from clean air Baguio City for some R&amp;amp;R. Hey, I deserve it. Okay before I start to post, um, sorry peeps, couldn't get anything for you guys. I was a bit too busy being busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyhow, there were a lot of people in Session Road. I mean a whole damn lot, but that's Panagbenga for you. So, despite the fact that the damn country is not functioning, I had a day of... well, bliss. Ignorance is bliss as they say, though I may not be ignorant (Or am I?), I chose to ignore everything except my world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had a blast. First of all here was my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So left QC at around 2 am, slept in the bus. Then I got to Baguio ar around 8:30-ish. I got home, took a bath, unpacked and was out the door. Of course with the full permission of my mother. I headed to my old school to pick up my sis who was taking the entrance exam. She's gonna pass, I know she will, she's my sister for pete's sake (who the hell is pete?*shrugs*). Then to UP Baguio, which was a waste of time since all those stuff posted on thier walls did not opnce mention the info I needed for this Summer. Damn. Then my 'rents texted for lunch. I went. It was nice having lunch with my familia. I missed them so. One can really and truly appreciate thier family when deprived of being with them 24/7. Then I texted one of my oldest and dearest friends, Enuj. It was a blast hanging out with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so I chose to elaborate on this part cause, it's stuck in my head. So i met up with her, Enuj (her, dude remember this nickname? I was Gros then huh?), and we ate. Or rather she ate and I had dessert since I just ate lunch with my familia. We talked a lot. It was fun talking to someone that knows you inside and out. She gets my moods and all that. *sigh* I'm missing Baguio already. Then we walked down Session Road, just hanging out. A friend of hers texted and asked to meet up. Well, I, Ms. Impulse, had my game on face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, I go to meet a bunch of her buds. They were fun to hang out with. We went around and well, ate. Can you blame us? We're growing boys and girls. So I guess I can give shoutouts: thanks for the great time dudes and dudettes, Rona {Congratulations! you suceeded saying your jacket's brand, damn that was hard huh?}, Ronnie {thanks for the food, the wierd jokes and the great time.. i got your name right... hehehe... i should start working at Starbucks.}, Dano {don't know if this is the way you spell your name or if i got your name right... but i tried... thanks for the company}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I was back with my familia for some quality bonding. Damn I miss them already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh and one more thing. After eating dinner with the family, God said, "I'm giving you a treat". So, Lo and behold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I GOT JOEY "PEPE" SMITH'S AUTOGRAPH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Advisory: if you are not a Rock fan, you wouldn't know who this and I pity you. And since I'm kind today, I'll give you the answer: Guitarist of the Juan De La Cruz Band!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got the best gift in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So Baguio trip was not great, it was the best thing I could ever ask for. Thanks for accompanying my up, Boss, you the best! Now all I have to do is fix up this semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, crunch time. *glances at work evilly*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114156807199404379?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114156807199404379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114156807199404379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114156807199404379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114156807199404379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114131565951393225</id><published>2006-03-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:07:39.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire still burns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have this funny feeling that my country is going to hell. Well, I guess there still is hope. Wow, optimism... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With everything that has happened and have been happening in the past few days, and all the information I have been soaking up, I can't help but feel a sudden urge to speak out. I mean for the past year, I've harbored my opinions because duh, that is me. I'm one of those sickly opinionated people and through out highschool I had a good vent out point for that -- DEBATE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Believe me, though as debaters we are taught to keep an openmind, which I do pretty well mind you, and know both sides of a story, which is practically my job being Secretary-in-Research before, everyone will always have thier opinions. Oh and one little secret, whatever side you are in a debate match be it government or opposition, there is some burst of satisfaction winning a match. It feels like stuffing your argument down another's throat and they can't say anything about it. *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Over the past year of no debate, I pretty much didn't care. I mean I did resolve not to debate too much and concentrate on my studies but there was nothing too much to take a stand in. I didn't feel anything except maybe the pressure of my acads. I was walking towards Katag awhile ago, alone as usual, it gave me a lot of thinking time. That was wierd ten minutes from CHE is a lot of thinking time? Just goes to show how less I use my brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I realized I miss debate. I think all these things I know now isn't of any use. I mean I had the school paper and the debate society to vent out all my useless facts on (like the current world powers are the TRIAD which consists of...), but i got nothing here except maybe you but if i start talking about something as old and overused as legalized abortion and/or prostitution, you frown. I for one don't care but that isn't really blog material, I rather debate you to the ground and see that expression on your face myself but... bwhahaha. *evil showing again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Doesn't help that I'm missing Baguio and that I'm fearing for my Yearbook page that it would look crappy or have the stuff written on it totally wrong. Can you blame me? I"m a pessimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, that pile of work keeps winking at me... Gotta get on it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah, TRIAD consists of Japan ,EU, US currently the world superpowers. I can go on and on about this but my CW 10 paper tweaking is still untouched...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;warning/: majorly uneddited and may consists of &lt;strong&gt;some &lt;/strong&gt;typos..... :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114131565951393225?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114131565951393225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114131565951393225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114131565951393225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114131565951393225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/03/fire-still-burns.html' title='Fire still burns'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114101489328630604</id><published>2006-02-27T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:34:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was announced last night that dear little me has no classes today. Great, no seriously great, that gives me more time to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think my mother's reading this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HI MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yeah, no class today... *sigh, takes look at mounting work* grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114101489328630604?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114101489328630604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114101489328630604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114101489328630604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114101489328630604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-classes.html' title='No classes'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114096132741773059</id><published>2006-02-26T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:42:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched the movie!!!Ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, it was nice. I'm not saying anymore, if you haven't watched it, get your butt off this screen and go watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so I have a pile of assignments that I don't want to do but must do and I'm painstakingly getting through them. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One last rant before I cram. Well, if you have a TV set, then at this point you know what I'm going to rant about. Well, basically it's the crappy government system...&lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;Moreover it's going to be the safety of me, myself and I. It's so friggin' hard to be in NCR (National Capital Region). I mean, we were on red alert. All the politics are happening around here. The military started to gather well, &lt;em&gt;here. &lt;/em&gt;And all the possibilities of dying are well, possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see it now: CIVILIAN CAUGHT IN CROSSFIRE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Piece of advice, stay safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and study hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114096132741773059?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114096132741773059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114096132741773059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114096132741773059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114096132741773059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/02/memoirs.html' title='Memoirs...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114091901582501069</id><published>2006-02-26T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:56:57.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days are moving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just noticed that deadlines are all coming up. Everyday I keep scrambling for one deadline of another. It's going to be quite amazing if I could actually pass this sem. Acads are taking most of my time, that and the fact that I recently got a job as a writer. After all, I do need the money, for what? for who? why? are the questions I refuse to enlighten you with. I've kept up the charade of 'being okay' for quite sometime now. I don't need to sabotage it now that my first year in college is nearly over and done with, but then again maybe I just did. *sigh* Close friends, I'm really fine I just don't feel so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A eighty percent of a the time, after one reads another's blog, your brain tends to store it up and you won't remember a thing unless brought up again. I can use that piece of information to my advantage you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever had a moment when the world just turns to a blur? Yeah, well I've been having that lately, damn I must be sick or well, that day of the month is on it's way again. See male homo sapiens, how you have it so easy not having this monthly rituals? Oh well, no use ranting over somehting I can't control. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do I suddenly have the urge to star rambling this morning? Maybe because most of you won't be reading this 'till this evening or better yet at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway back to rambling,  I recently read this story once about a person who had SM (not the shopping mall,  not the super market, and definitely not the job, but a psychological disease, which by the way I have no idea existed up until now, so why don't you comment and tell me what it is? I'm too lazy to do research at the moment). Here's the rough draft of the plotline. It starts out in a music store, guitar section. I have to admit the author had a few good points about the guitars he was describing, but my current favorite and wish to have type of guitar right now is the JP line from Earnie Ball (I'll double check on this) or at least a decent gibson or fender preferably black and white or pure midnight blue. I know I"m picky, but hey if you love your instrument, you would be picky too. Alright back to the story, the girl, lead character, was picking out a guitar to buy, no she isn't a rocker, in fact she was a successful business woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She went back to her hotel with the guitar, undressed herself, lay a towel on the floor took the guitar and started playing. Remember the line from Brian Adams' Summer of '69 song: "played until my fingers bled". That was a nice metaphor, but the girl in the story took it to the literal level. her fingers were literally bleeding all over the guitar strings, then the next day she place on black leather gloves, a smile on her face, cleaned up the bloody mess and accepted her Employee of the Year Award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I basically am at awe at what the other people go through, that they can hide from the world. That's why if ever onethinks they have it worst, someone out there has it ten notches over. Be thankful is all my mom ever tells me. It'd be good advice for any. And always take breathers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am thanful and grateful everthing is turning out ...&lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, as good advice for any goes, being punctual is one of them. I, Ms. &lt;em&gt;Un&lt;/em&gt;punctual, am running late. By the way, if you're bored check out someof my links on the writing things [plug], and review okay... or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn, I realize I just keep saying that. Must be all that communicating with the boss deal. Oh well... Thanks for the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114091901582501069?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114091901582501069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114091901582501069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114091901582501069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114091901582501069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/02/days-are-moving.html' title='Days are moving...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114060361147072202</id><published>2006-02-22T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:17:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out the things fate finds amusing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is something too weird to keep to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="'600'" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sociology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Sociology major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="92" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="92" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="8" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehehe, to shift or not to shift? that is the question. My blockmates and certain people might have a laugh at this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, remember me being optimistic? yeah? when i said, "things couldn't get any worse." well, i learned a lesson. optimism is kinda overrated, cause i think my semester really is getting worst. i need to do major studying time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyhow one thing i liked that happened in my frame of existence is this line from one of my profs : "It's good." and "Well, it's certainly there [my story has interest]." this just made me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what the? i smiled? damn i must have ate something. just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay on the account that i have a job plus studies to juggle now, i have to get going. unlike other people i actually have something called a "life"... at least it's something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;one last thing: i played chess in the street awhile ago. and when i say street i really mean the pavement. what we're we doing playing on the road? beats me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114060361147072202?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114060361147072202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114060361147072202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114060361147072202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114060361147072202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/02/check-out-things-fate-finds-amusing.html' title='Check out the things fate finds amusing...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-114002063516392579</id><published>2006-02-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:24:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Great minds meet, especially if it's female." - a friend's forward. So true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got my exam in math 11 back and damn did I do &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, mediocre otherwise known as passing. Thank goodness. I plan to pull that grade up, somehow. As for the rest of my subjects, I'm still fervently praying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Run down of stuff that I did the past few days: observed ('bout time, I did too. I mean 25 hours isn't getting any smaller and time is.), hanged with the representatives of my high school in this competition whose venue is my current school (chika chika and I was fed too), got depressed over a bunch of things (like I'm not always) and finally, did a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;bonding with a bunch of people (Amihan!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think my muse came back from vacation, he kicked my butt awake and I suddenly updated nearly all my writing accounts. He must have found inspiration. Lucky him. So check them out if you have time. Links can be found around this page if you can read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I, on the other hand, have not touched a bit of any requirement due of me. That is so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay stuff to do tomorrow and lots of crap to fix. Je mata ne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-114002063516392579?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/114002063516392579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=114002063516392579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114002063516392579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/114002063516392579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/02/writing-mode.html' title='Writing mode'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-113941338358526617</id><published>2006-02-08T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:43:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cynical to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You're too young to be so cynical..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My ever famous reply: Wow, thanks, I revel in my weirdness. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much for an introduction, but that happened mind you. Anyhow, the past few days have been turning out pretty well. Well, not really. This sem is so screwed up. I can't believe that I can actually screw this sem up. I got major lazy this semester, I think. I mean major lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, midterms just passed by, if you missed it ... you're in high school. haha. I did "pretty" well. I think. Oh, and to all those going to Hell *ahem ahem*, the Math Building this Saturday for your beloved Math exams, I will see you there. Be sure you're prepared, I think I am, I spent five hours grueling over my notes and practice exam and twice that amount of time on my knees in fervent prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, the pass few days have been disturbing to say the least. I just realized how much I have been too lazy this semester. I wonder if there is chance that I can salvage my grades. I hope so. You may be wondering why I'm going on and on about this huh? Well, deadline for dropping is looming closer and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, since my acads are this screwed up, it can't get any worst right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, on the brighter side aka non-academic. I just spent a whole lot of time with friends today and it was fun. I like being around people that can take my weirdness. It's nice to reminisce once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, someone called me cynical. Doesn't affect me much huh? Well, after years of hard torture in my "sweet" elem days, I developed to love these words. To the general public they may mean something bad, but I've begun to make them &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt; and to me they just mean... &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. Well, you see. You learn to love these words they use to describe you cause you know they've actually noticed your existence and well, gave enough brainpower to come up with a word to describe you. Especially if you know where they are and where you are... *grins*... nevermind. I'm a bit evil today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On of my friends have said-slash-written , which I completely agree by, :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I may be odd but I get even"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh hell yeah! I like that saying. *adds evil laugh for effect*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The verdict: this post is just a rant. Nothing sane here folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*sighs and looks at pile of work* grr... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-113941338358526617?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/113941338358526617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=113941338358526617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113941338358526617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113941338358526617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-cynical-to-you.html' title='I&apos;m cynical to you'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-113846399648806523</id><published>2006-01-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:59:56.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Breather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey Mom since we're talking, what was it like when you were young? Has the world changed or is it still the same?" - Bachelor Girls, Buses and Trains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The quote is really quite out of the point, I think, that is if you put it into the context of the song. Otherwise, look at it alone, without context, without the love gaze, without knowing from where it came from. The question could be asked by anybody huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One word I want you to focus on is the word change. I know you're practically sick and tired of all my talk about change. But admit it --which you're probably sick and tired of doing too, but you can't help it can you?-- change is the only thing that's permanent. We always initiate change, conciously and unconciously, through our words, actions and even thoughts. Change can either be good or bad, that practically is a given. So if we initaite change whether good or bad, selfish or selflessly, there will always remain the point that we initiated something -- we did something. Every thought, word or action has an equal consequence and reaction, it basically can be considered a law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In all major decisions that shapes the world, the only thing that will go down in history is the most blown up and exaggerated ones documented by the media. And yes, I am going to take a little jab on the government again. If you want to leave now, do so. You can't blame me for noticing our state, the state our nation is in, the state where majority of our population lives in inhuman conditions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny how our government is all pent up on the war on terrorism (fearism... hehehe... private joke... so it's okay if you don't get it...), sometimes I wonder if they really are blind or just plain stupid. Yes, I do know that terrorism is a major threat, I'm not denying that. So what am I really talking about huh? No, i'm not about to list all the government owes the nation because that would take forever. I'm just going to concentrate on one --for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Education is everyone's right and so is a decent childhood. Sad to say slowly that right has now become a privelege. If you're reading this blog, the mere fact that you can read is already a privelege. On your way to work or to school or the fact tht you're on the road, do you notice the blatant ironies surrounding us? Expensive, wierdly colored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture this a fast food chain, a three year old child sitting outside eating. Not a bad picture huh? Feels like something you's expect out of a comercial abotu the fast food chain right? Now let's zero in on the child shall we, he/she has glazy eyes, a "white" shirt if that is what color it still would qualify for, shirt torn in a few places, eating off the garbage can. Picture changes huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I'm trying to get at here is: are we so pent up on terrorism and all these other "major" problems that we can't see what needs to be delt with first? More and more children have gone to the streets not because they want to or that they are rebelling against their parents but because they have no other choice. Children are the future so they say, looking at them now, does the future look bright? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you were in the power to initiate change, wouldn't you extend maybe even a finger? The mere fact that you did something to &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;and start something to help these children--our future as a nation--&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;at least worth a little of the delibiration going on in the governement? Makes me wonder, if media exagerated good works and good deeds as they do the bad ones will something change for the better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Every child deserves a happy childhood. Don't you agree? Shame it is actually just another cliche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, moody and serious time over. I just can't believe Queen is here and i can't see them. What I can believe though is that Hell Week is over. Yeah! Midterms just finished. A project cost me a night of sweet slumber but I crashed yesterday afternoon up to 10 sam today. I"m getting ready for the new wave of hecticness monday will bring. I think I'll take all the breathers I can this weekend. I have a few things to say to people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Happy Bithday! Wish you many more years, sorry had no load will call you back I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Yo, we have anythign required on monday???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Hey, boss just dropping by to say hi. You okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. Thank for the info, glad to know I'm not the only one with a 2 on that one. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. Good luck with your new passing amusement, hop ethis one turns out well for you. Miss you so bad, glad you're back online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. Kong hei fat choy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;peace out! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-113846399648806523?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/113846399648806523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=113846399648806523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113846399648806523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113846399648806523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/01/breather_28.html' title='A Breather...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-113794452974740215</id><published>2006-01-22T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:48:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, after reading numerous accounts of today's epicostal match between Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao and Erik "El Terible" Morales in numerous blogs and news articles, I cannot help but join in the celebration. Yes, I did watch. See? I'm not such an anti-social after all, or an ignoramus to the world that is happening outside my door. Congratualtions, Manny! This is actually where I will say: "WOW Philippines" and I sorta mean that already. What an improvement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, the match was great. They were both good fighters, round one already set me on the edge since that this particular round belonged to Morales. Oh, I guess camebacks are still in. So, to the people that place thier bets on Morales, I'm going to do a bit of rubbing in. Neener, Neener, Neener. *tease*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One thing I would like to comment on is the way for a few boxing rounds no political squabble was given mind today! For a moment there the entire nation was really peaceful. Don't you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You rule Manny! You not only NOT let your country down, but you for a moment brought us together. One thing a mere mortal might never have done without a gun. Our governement should learn from this somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Go Philippines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah, see we still kick ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now back to hitting the books, thinking about the Queen concert until someone *ahem ahem* would get me ticket for &lt;em&gt;free *&lt;/em&gt;nudges&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;. I got a midterm exam to deal with tomorrow in one of my major subjects. Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, leave me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-113794452974740215?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/113794452974740215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=113794452974740215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113794452974740215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113794452974740215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/01/victory.html' title='Victory!'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-113786401670811081</id><published>2006-01-22T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:27:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, tomorrow or rather later today would be the rematch of Pacman and El Terible. The collosal meeting that most of boxing fantatics have been waiting for. I actually wish Pacman the best luck and hopefully he wins, for the sake of the nation and on the many people that actually have placed their high hopes on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, yes, I do not follow the boxing arena all too well, but this fight has the nation held in suspense until it commences half-way around the world. Why am I, Miss I-don't-really-care-I have-an-exam-coming-up-leave-me-alone person, actually giving a damn well enough to write about it and even wish the person luck? Cause sad to say that's all this country can apparently do at the moment. I mean &lt;em&gt;yun na nga lang yun ipagkakait ko pa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We have so much to offer the world. Many of our countrymen have much talent to offer. We just need support from our government and our fellowmen. Unfortunately, our government is in shambles and our countrymen looking out for themselves and are just trying to survive the "living" conditions we are in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you would take a minute to notice which among our country men have actually made it in the international scene of any area be it in sports, music or intellect, you would see that they did this on their own. Not one have I seen that was ever supported by our beloved government fully. Yes, we have national atheletes supported and recognized by our govenment &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; they made it big and have brought titles to the country. Most if not all of these people that have brought honor to us have done this either by themselves (i.e. Pacman, Lea Salonga) or with foriegn help (i.e. Jasmine Trias, Wolfgang). Such a shame, we have many great minds and talents around but they are always left to fend for themselves instead of patronized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Politics and petty celebrity and political issues are keeping our attentions from wher they are supposed to be -- progress. Funny how many times this has been overly used as bait during elections. Progress, and it's promise of a better life, as been contiously promise in every political agenda that has passed any and every election we have ever undergone. To put a personal level to it, I think progress would only occur once the people chosen (or would it be cheated) to lead should shut up and put all that education and advantage and "knowledge" to damn good use. But the reality of it, on a personal level, PROGRESS right now, in this very day is GETTING OUT OF HERE. Am I right or am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, to lessen the seriousness of all this. I've been listening to the news and stuff today hence the political writing mood I'm in. Don't get me wrong though, I still stand by what I had just written. WWE is coming to town. And so is Queen! I actually care more about the Queen concert than the WWE thing. What did you expect? The WWE thing is just to show you that I am updated with the world, most likely, unlike you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So anyone that is rich and bored want to take me to see Queen? Oh and if you got anything to say about stuff here comment away.&lt;/span&gt; Gives me a chance to kick your sorry ass. (just kidding ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Without love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There can be no turning back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There can be no peace of mind" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What's with the title? hmm... You're not a DT fan are you? Oh well, you can't expect everyone to have a good taste in music, right? (not kidding :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-113786401670811081?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/113786401670811081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=113786401670811081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113786401670811081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113786401670811081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/01/fatal-tragedy.html' title='Fatal Tragedy'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-113742716760864920</id><published>2006-01-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:59:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I Said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did say I used to be a &lt;em&gt;bit&lt;/em&gt; angsty right? A post from my last blog -- which I also just posted today but you didn't have to know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF!? Damn capitalists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BAD YEAR FOR MUSICIANS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;know why? no?!?! what the hell? where have you been?... okay don't answer that... this is  affecting me and i'm sure it will affect you too... if you're a musician that is... pro or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;check this out: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/4508158.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/4508158.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O_O.... who do they think they are!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, to relieve you of a little tension, Guitar Pro and Ultimate Guitar and Olga are still up... stupid stupid stupid capitalists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay this is a carbon copy of what i place in one of the music forums i go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay so i'm not one of the people with really a good ear for music (not all of us are twit...), i have &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; to finish my current music reading course (lessons don't come cheap in this country mind you), and rely on tab sites for the time being... so this greatly affects me which by the way am half-way round the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm looking on it as a &lt;strong&gt;capitalist&lt;/strong&gt; strategy to further squeeze a few more bucks from our (or my) already penniless (centavo-less) pocket. I have nothing against copyright laws and the like but banning tab sites is kinda hitting it below the belt. sure i hear you about illegal mp3's, piracy (doesn't owning an original sound way better?) and even shareware(but at some point this slightly helpful... but back to what i was saying) if you want to go that far, but tabs also have intellectual property rights (at some point...) it is always specified (or should be) to which artist it does belong too sorta like a &lt;em&gt;disclaimer&lt;/em&gt; in fanfic sites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was this passed already? if not well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;another one of my analysis-es (eh?).... i think this is just some way to get musicians to buy the music sheets which why wouldn't we &lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;it were more affordable and more accesible(from where i come from... were not really in the 1st world realm yet... stupid....grr) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what sucks is that a decision made or passed by a current world superpower like the US (no matter how petty) affects not only people there in the west but even here in the east. and moreover developing countries who are lagging behind the global scale a bit are most affected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay just in case you were to lazy to read the damnable article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the MPA (that is, the US Music Publishers Association) is set to launch a legal campaign at the beginning of 2006 against all &lt;strong&gt;TABLATURE and LYRIC WEBSITES&lt;/strong&gt;, saying: "unlicensed guitar tabs and song scores were widely available on the internet but were "completely illegal"." Furthermore, the President of the MPA has threatened that not only would they be looking to shut down websites that distribute free tabs and lyrics, but also that the owners should be JAILED: "throw in some jail time I think we'll be a little more effective". Perhaps most ludicrous of the entire MPA statement is the following: "Unauthorised use of lyrics and tablature deprives the songwriter of the ability to make a living, and is no different than stealing". Obviously they are referring to tablature books. Mind you, not every signed band makes tablature books.  The imminent MPA ban has caused many tablature owners to already shut down their tab databases, so as to avoid possible legal action. Not just small tabsites either, i'm talking about huge databases like powertabs.net, mxtabs.net and taborama.com amongst others. No idea what will be happening in regards to huge lyric sites.  (thanks for the summary Shannon =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay there... go comfort yourself somewhere... damn capitalists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;get out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;eh hehehe... angsty yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-113742716760864920?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/113742716760864920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=113742716760864920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113742716760864920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113742716760864920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-i-said.html' title='Like I Said...'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21050918.post-113742623218621282</id><published>2006-01-16T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:43:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm migrating from friendster cause they want me to pay to keep an archive.  Crap! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So for your information I'll be posting a couple of stuff that used to be in my old blog since well, I like those posts. What are you going to about it?  I don't want those posts to disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess I will be &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to be less angsty in this blog too. It's a new year after all, eh?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, I have a mound of stuff to do so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21050918-113742623218621282?l=rockstilrulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/feeds/113742623218621282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21050918&amp;postID=113742623218621282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113742623218621282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21050918/posts/default/113742623218621282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstilrulz.blogspot.com/2006/01/migrating.html' title='Migrating'/><author><name>Xylith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU4zRQylUU/Tq_FtzteCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BHy35EmM9zI/s220/DSC_0148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
