<?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-25773237</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:03:45.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...The Black Ocarina...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.saletime.net/fluteblk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"Close Thy Eyes... Blind Yourself From The World."&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-The Sorrow.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04361481861597569662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25773237.post-114759501771447033</id><published>2006-05-14T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:47:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On... New Life.</title><content type='html'>Scenario: Flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;Sound: "The Unprotected" by Cavalier King&lt;br /&gt;Picture: "New Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bhopal.org/pictures/babyvictim-230x230.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from the youth camp for YFC in Alpadi Antipolo. That was the last camp. I am getting too old to be joining the current generation. I think it was time for me to move on. I mean, I've served there for the last five years of my life... and those were among the best years... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, those 72 hours, I've spent like half of them reminiscing. From the first time I stepped into that camp, from the first time I met those people... Until those people became my family, and until the time I was serving God... It's just so hard to let go. But time has come, and I believe that we created a legacy. A legacy that we are proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.thesorrow.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/1200x120/23.jpg/ok.jpg?et=yK0VyjN%2B1dunVpupf1Obig"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YFC Bad Boys Are No More... Hahahaha.. We won't be jeopardizing our chapter anymore... Hahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, we are real. We are not pretenders. We do what we want to do. But when service demands, we give service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.thesorrow.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/57.jpg/Hey%20Subic%21.jpg?et=wiO4pb4Mm%2C4S%2BKTxjxYL6Q"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YFC Really changed my life. I don't know what person would I become if I didn't accept God in my life. I'll really miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove away from the site, I looked at the back and saw those new members bonding together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Somehow I smiled and quietly said, "That's how legends are born..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.thesorrow.multiply.com/image/4/photos/7/1200x120/5.jpg/2.jpg?et=GLC%2CtC5eAa6xELzX6DkAsw"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, I'll always be a YFC member. But for now, there are just some things that I have to do. I won't stop serving. I'll help in another way. Let those newcomers learn the ropes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.thesorrow.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/1200x120/15.jpg/Oily%20fun.jpg?et=FnK6dEyfopJT%2BDtr%2B%2CKqkA"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, in the next youth camp, there will be a few empty chairs, but the legacy we left them will live on in those chairs, along with our prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo Dios Basta... Solo Dios Basta... Solo Dios Basta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our barkada ran the cluster. We were supposed to be dissolved, because let's face it, we started slow, and a bit of a slack off... But there we grew, there we shed tears, shared laughters, had fights and arguments that eventually led us to become stronger and wiser. And look at our cluster five years after... We spent the youth camp with 70+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25773237-114759501771447033?l=blackocarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/feeds/114759501771447033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25773237&amp;postID=114759501771447033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114759501771447033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114759501771447033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-on-new-life.html' title='Moving On... New Life.'/><author><name>-The Sorrow.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04361481861597569662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25773237.post-114649340666558975</id><published>2006-05-01T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:23:27.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR CHOICE.</title><content type='html'>Sa mundong ito, dalawa lamang ang ating pagpipilian... Maging mabuti o masama, lalaki o babae? Marahil naisa-utak na natin ang ipinararating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B00009OYBR.03.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalawa lang naman pagpipilian mo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Tanggapin mo ang iyong kasalanan, o magkunwaring walang nangyari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Humawak ka, o tuluyang bumitaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Magpakumbaba, o tuluyang maging mapagmataas &lt;br /&gt;(Paalala lang: Kung gaano ka kataas, putang ina ka... sisiguraduhin kong malakas ang pagbagsak mo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Mangako at tuparin, o Mabasagan ng mukha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Manatiling Mapagkunwari, o Lamunin ng buhay ang iyong maskara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Putang ina. Hinding hindi ko inaasahan na magagalit ako ng ganito, lalong-lalo na sa mga taong katulad mo. Walang pinagkakaiba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKAW ANG ISINASAKDAL, ANG KRIMEN MO AY IYONG PAGKUKUNWARI, ANG SAKSI AY IYONG ANINO, AT KAMAO KO ANG HUKOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Marahil nasasabi ko ito dahil sa galit na nadarama ko. Ayusin mo ang gulong idinulot mo. Dahil kung hindi mo ito maaayos... Ewan ko na lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25773237-114649340666558975?l=blackocarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/feeds/114649340666558975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25773237&amp;postID=114649340666558975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114649340666558975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114649340666558975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-choice.html' title='YOUR CHOICE.'/><author><name>-The Sorrow.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04361481861597569662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25773237.post-114622540791503402</id><published>2006-04-28T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T04:56:47.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Retribution</title><content type='html'>Song in my head: "Way To Fall" by Starsailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been tired. I haven't been keeping up on my daily task (Alright, alright, Nightly Task indeed... [I daydream during the day and I'm awake throughout the night] )&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel like I'm caught in a one-way street. I find myself lost, wondering more often than I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occured to me... I'm Running Out of Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.janeandrichard.co.uk/photos/burningclocks2002/img/regularimg_3507.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text message from one of our Top Animators in Top Peg Animation company, telling us to go to our general meeting tomorrow. It is a must for us to go coz we are under the Diploma Courses. I was hanging out with my friends at that time while having a garage sale somewhere in BF... all of a sudden my eyebrows met each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't react.&lt;br /&gt;I got scared.&lt;br /&gt;My education's about to be screwed again.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to strike something.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I couldn't do those things.&lt;br /&gt;I may be going too far from the correct side, but I couldn't help but think that I may be in danger again.&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;The Unsaid Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lcaruana.com/webmedia/gallery2/fn.torn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning before I go to sleep, I puff a cigarette or two, enjoying the 5:00am breeze, the silence and serenity, I stare at the morning Sun, and pray to make it through the day... But lately it's been different. I've been praying that everything will be alright, that I will graduate on schedule. (Fuck! I should've graduated this year.) Now I'm already late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my life and I ask now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where The Fuck Have I Been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi Ayos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25773237-114622540791503402?l=blackocarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/feeds/114622540791503402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25773237&amp;postID=114622540791503402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114622540791503402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114622540791503402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/2006/04/divine-retribution.html' title='Divine Retribution'/><author><name>-The Sorrow.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04361481861597569662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25773237.post-114552843957141752</id><published>2006-04-20T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:20:39.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push POWER To Play.</title><content type='html'>For the past weeks I've been doing this uncanny thing... by uncanny, I mean that even I think that it's a bit weird for me to do... Lately, I've been bored... A lot of things happened in my life that really affected my way of thinking... I found another way to ease myself from getting devoured by such thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Games. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny that I've been playing these since I was a kid... It all started with the Atari 2600... slowling moving up to the HD Era of Xbox 360, Playstation 3 and Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent close to P20,000 for my current generation set-up. What the fuck have I been doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call that "Tactical Investment..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.kotaku.com/gaming/gotham-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this "Buy and Sell" Thing for awhile now... I buy Brand New Sealed Xbox 360 units and I sell them for a little bit higher price... Not that much, but hey, a couple of thousands ain't bad enough, right? (Especially you spend not even a sweat...) I've been blessed with a few buyers, and I purchased some video games as well, [I'm trying this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STICK TO ORIGINAL GAMES&lt;/span&gt; lately... at least, for Nintendo...] So I've been spending alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I asked myself, what the hell am I doing? I'm 22 years old, damn it, and I'm still staying up late playing "Animal Crossing" on Nintendo Gamecube? Some people may say it's geeky, some people say it's weird... but I came across this sentence that really hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00006FWTX.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Difference Between Men and Boys is The Cost of Their Toys..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isipin niyo nalang. Hehehehe... at least I am earning on what I've been doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25773237-114552843957141752?l=blackocarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/feeds/114552843957141752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25773237&amp;postID=114552843957141752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114552843957141752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114552843957141752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/2006/04/push-power-to-play.html' title='Push POWER To Play.'/><author><name>-The Sorrow.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04361481861597569662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25773237.post-114475087211412372</id><published>2006-04-11T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T03:21:12.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Is.</title><content type='html'>Early morning before going to sleep... (Yeah, I sleep that late.) I made a silent promise... Holy Tuesday, I'll clean up my room, (it's been reeking of cigarette smell, bunch of magazines scattered on the floor, video game controllers everywhere, music CD piles are all over...) I haven't got the groove to spruce up my room for the past days, I felt like I wanted to feel like I am somewhat like an Outlaw, for no apparent reason... Anyway, going back, on Holy Wednesday, I'll try to keep up with my school work... I still have to do this charcoal nude artwork, but where the Hell am I going to get a model?! A hooker? Nah... Saving up for a Nintendo DS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I woke up after like 4 hours of sleep... For me it's already an achievement. I took a long bath and started browsing through UK Resistance. I opened my door to my room and all I saw was like the end of the Earth. I cleaned it all up and after like an hour, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to feel different. I still felt sleepy. I hate fish. But I have to because it's Holy Week. I popped in "The Incredibles" in my DVD player and observed how the CG artists developed the movements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, it's one of my favorite movies. It's always a treat to see a dream family that really cares about each other... But Dash's line when his mom told him that "Everyone is Special", he replied with a scowled face.... "In other words, no one is." It really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep telling others that they are special. That they are important. But then again, God created us equally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang totoo yung sinabi dun sa movie ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember someone telling me that I complicate my own life. That I see most things in a negative way. That I always find a loophole to see something wrong in something that for their own concern is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f*ck? It's my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I think this way. It's a bit unorthodox for some people, but hey, that's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25773237-114475087211412372?l=blackocarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/feeds/114475087211412372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25773237&amp;postID=114475087211412372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114475087211412372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114475087211412372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-one-is.html' title='No One Is.'/><author><name>-The Sorrow.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04361481861597569662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25773237.post-114465605864215229</id><published>2006-04-10T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:00:58.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play The Flute.</title><content type='html'>What's Been Playing on my iPod Lately... (Recommendation Na Rin...)&lt;br /&gt;-in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.To The Moon &amp;amp; Back - Savage Garden (I know... old school.)&lt;br /&gt;2.Afraid of What - Leon Lai (One of the songs in M:I-2 Soundtrack that only a few know of.)&lt;br /&gt;3.Over and Out - Brandtson (Astig yung beat and ang kulit ng kanta.. Mayday, Mayday!)&lt;br /&gt;4.Someone You Need - Duncan Sheik (Perfect "When I Hear This I Want To Kill Myself..." Song.)&lt;br /&gt;5.Way To Fall - Starsailor ( I want to be alone while I suffer... )&lt;br /&gt;6.Pinakamagandang Lalaki - Janno Gibbs (Langyang Ramil Yan...)&lt;br /&gt;7.So Cold - Breaking Benjamin (This will never get old...)&lt;br /&gt;8.Scream - Wyrd ( I want my future girlfriend to have a voice like this girl... )&lt;br /&gt;9.'Till The Clouds Clear" - Lamb (Jazzy Tune)&lt;br /&gt;10.Feel Your Breeze - V6 (Jpop, one of the feel good songs...)&lt;br /&gt;11.Ulan - Monks' Hood ("IKA'Y NAG-IISA!!!")&lt;br /&gt;12.Girls With The Softest Lips Lash Out The Most Violent Words - Valley of Chrome (The title speaks for itself)&lt;br /&gt;13.Snake Eater - Cynthia Harrel ("I'd give my life... Not for honor but for you.")&lt;br /&gt;14.Leader of the Band - Dan Fogelberg (This song will forever be in my soul...)&lt;br /&gt;15.Champagne Supernova - Oasis (How I crave for the rainy days...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25773237-114465605864215229?l=blackocarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/feeds/114465605864215229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25773237&amp;postID=114465605864215229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114465605864215229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114465605864215229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/2006/04/play-flute.html' title='Play The Flute.'/><author><name>-The Sorrow.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04361481861597569662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25773237.post-114465500635567822</id><published>2006-04-10T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:43:26.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... Holy Week once again. This is one of those weeks that will provide nothing but sheer boredom. Almost everybody will be going away for the whole week, some are going for vacations, while some are staying at the city. Whoopedoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was just lying on my bed, smoking away while listening to the tunes of Starsailor (To be precise, the song is called "Way To Fall." Download it nga pala... ang ganda...) I came to realize some things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I went to a mass yesterday and I got irritated... Mainit kasi, crowded, and a lot of children crying. People find it ironic that I hate busy places considering that I like rock music. Just to clear this up, I listen to rock music. I go to concerts, but only to the concerts of the band I'm friends with, or the bands that I actually like, and I usually prefer to stay at the corner... I came there to enjoy the music. Not to break my bones or others' bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I ate dinner with my mom, stepdad and my baby sister. Somehow, I felt weird. It was like there was this ridiculously large force field that keeps them away. Are they slipping away or I prefer to stay away? The hell I care... the next thing I knew I was walking alone at the mall, while they shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I was playing Dead or Alive: Ultimate on Xbox, and I was playing the Ultra Hard difficulty, and I ended up screaming like crazy coz the AI is so cheap! But why on Earth was I doing still playing with it? Hahahaha... Easy answer. Have you seen the DOA Girls? Hahahahaha!... If you keep on playing at the Ultra Hard Difficulty, you'll get to unlock their different outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Got off the scissors and created my own iPod nano skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Basta bottom line is: I have so much free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25773237-114465500635567822?l=blackocarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/feeds/114465500635567822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25773237&amp;postID=114465500635567822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114465500635567822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25773237/posts/default/114465500635567822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackocarina.blogspot.com/2006/04/prologue.html' title='Prologue.'/><author><name>-The Sorrow.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04361481861597569662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
