<?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-14512019</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:22.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom, Music, and Insomnia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mumble</name><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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14512019.post-112640056743035721</id><published>2005-09-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:53:45.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd be more enthusiastic about being back online,  but my only audience on this thing seems to be just Katee and Tetel. Sob. But hey, thanks you two for bothering to check up on this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hm.. that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14512019-112640056743035721?l=thefallingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/feeds/112640056743035721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14512019&amp;postID=112640056743035721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112640056743035721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112640056743035721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dunno.html' title='i dunno.'/><author><name>mumble</name><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-14512019.post-112330299021372179</id><published>2005-08-06T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:36:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my saturday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yesterday, we went to Chiara M's house to "do the Bio project," not like we actually did the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for today, the same group has plans for going out to Rockwell. I can't go today though, since my dad's going to be gone the entire evening. Yep. So I was like, fine then. I won't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I mentioned plans with sina Saralou for next week. Two days. Friday for her late birthday celebration. Monday for practice. My mom mentioned that no more bringing anyone home, since it's such a hassle. So I said, wala naman. The only reasons I picked Vani up or brought her home naman was cause they had no driver. Yeah. Then my dad replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alam mo ba yung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parusang&lt;/span&gt; binigay mo sakin kagabi because of the traffic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JEEZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm such a bother, then just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:35pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells you that she can't go, and cries in the process of doing so. You feel sympathy towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I can't either. You ask why. I say that my dad got pissed and practically called me a bother. A nuisance. For asking him to drive me everywhere I go. All you can say is "fine. sige na nga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14512019-112330299021372179?l=thefallingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/feeds/112330299021372179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14512019&amp;postID=112330299021372179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112330299021372179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112330299021372179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-saturday-morning.html' title='my saturday morning.'/><author><name>mumble</name><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-14512019.post-112271631791963986</id><published>2005-07-30T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:09:30.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ewan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sigh. Ewan ko na. Hm.. you know - let's pretend I'm talking to someone, so I won't feel so alone naman - it's funny how I can seem all angsty and depressed, by simply removing all the "lol"s and "haha"s. Wala lang, just sharing. I feel kinda generous today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say. Well, I actually do, but it's about matters that shouldn't concern those who aren't directly involved. Hard to avoid that, though, for there are many prying eyes and ears. Let's just hope that there won't be any sides taken in this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one seems to be in the mood to be entertaining right now. Well, Saralou was, but she had to leave and watch a movie. Unfair. Now I'm stuck at home. Having nothing to do.. at least until we leave to go to my lola's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay wait, Marge is online now. Yay! Crap. False alarm. She's "busy" daw. Probably studying, that girl. Funny, that line sounds kinda English. Ewan. Hey! Marge IMed me! I guess I won't be so lonely anymore! Man.. I sound pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered, I have some things to do for the weekend. Well.. not that much, but whatever. I have to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;[01] Get black pants for the SLA.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Make a frame for friggin hele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;[03] Get stuff to make the frame with.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] Finish crocheting.&lt;br /&gt;[05] Buy a guitar tuner. [I'm as tone deaf as I am a loser. So sue me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;[06] Math homework.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Grammar essay. [3 weeks, and I still haven't written it.]&lt;br /&gt;[08] Draw. Anything at all. I need to convince myself I still know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I seem to have fun making these short lists. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGH! My bro woke up about 5 minutes ago, and we're about to leave already. I told him just that, and to get ready. Then he gets pissed and shuts the PS2 off. Frick. He tends to get really annoying during those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marge just left. Sob. Ah, well.. I have to get ready anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is already interesting enough.&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/14512019-112271631791963986?l=thefallingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/feeds/112271631791963986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14512019&amp;postID=112271631791963986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112271631791963986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112271631791963986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/2005/07/ewan.html' title='ewan.'/><author><name>mumble</name><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-14512019.post-112194664385390927</id><published>2005-07-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T05:24:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>migraine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had art, one of my least despised subjects. I can't say I hate it, for that's false. And I can't say I love it either, cause that would be a blatant lie. Hey, anything's better than Music, right? Then came some other subjects. Duh. No point in remembering anything that happened, since nothing did. Nothing significant to me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a headache. A migraine, at some point. If there was anything I learned today, it's these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Listening to Sir Amaya does absolutely NO good for you. Stick to the LPs and you'll survive this belief we call life. Of course, you could fail his tests, but that isn't important. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Taking a Math quiz when your head hurts like heck, really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It's very pathetic to get the passing score for a CLE test. Parang sinabi nalang na hindi ako nagdadasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It is oh so very lame to get low in Lit tests. 'Specially when everyone else got high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I should start taking down notes. Not necessarily complete ones, but at least enough to help me pass quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I realized much more wonders today, but I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&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/14512019-112194664385390927?l=thefallingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/feeds/112194664385390927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14512019&amp;postID=112194664385390927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112194664385390927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112194664385390927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/2005/07/migraine.html' title='migraine.'/><author><name>mumble</name><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-14512019.post-112149411191954364</id><published>2005-07-15T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:38:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;New blog. New design. Plain. Monochromatic. Dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14512019-112149411191954364?l=thefallingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/feeds/112149411191954364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14512019&amp;postID=112149411191954364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112149411191954364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112149411191954364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/2005/07/hm.html' title='hm..'/><author><name>mumble</name><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-14512019.post-112225011168308410</id><published>2005-05-29T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:08:31.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>entry the first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yeah, first entry. Not really sure on what I can do around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first day of school's coming up. As a lot of my friends are probably thinking, I miss school for the crowd, and not the actual studying. I need to hang around people within the same age group, and who think along the same wavelengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tagaytay last Friday, then stayed 'til around lunch time Sunday [today]. Spent the most of Saturday in a resort in Batangas, basically just swimming. Couldn't do much else anyway, since there was a wedding going on for the first few hours. Some people from the celebration decided to stick around for a while after, so it was pretty crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I got darker. I've been trying to do so since summer began, and although the change isn't that drastic, I think it's still kinda obvious. Oh yeh. Improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our short stay in Tagaytay was dedicated to bumming around, eating junkfood, enduring my cousin's deadly farts, taking a few photos here and there, and increasing our vocabulary by playing boggle. Okay, it was mostly just my older cousin pointing out words that he and no one else found. Ah well... not like I remember much of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and no vacation would be complete without some music. Played a couple from my collection, until one cousin put on a Korn CD, and we ended up watching Alfonse sway his arms and jump around with it. Take note, he's only about a year old. It was a funny sight, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about everything there is to know about my short time away from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14512019-112225011168308410?l=thefallingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/feeds/112225011168308410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14512019&amp;postID=112225011168308410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112225011168308410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14512019/posts/default/112225011168308410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingout.blogspot.com/2005/05/entry-first.html' title='entry the first.'/><author><name>mumble</name><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>
