<?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-17528360</id><updated>2011-10-28T15:36:02.887+08:00</updated><category term='Car of the Year'/><category term='Weirdo'/><title type='text'>F  I  N  Z  I  O  N  E</title><subtitle type='html'>Waiting For The World To Change</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-5441147664991714161</id><published>2007-06-24T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:19:31.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Are you taller than your mom?&lt;br /&gt;* yep&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the closest thing to you&lt;br /&gt;that is red?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Windows default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Does anything hurt on your body&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What color is your favorite pillow?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What is your favorite video game?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NBA 2K7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Had a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Gold or silver?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Is there an animal that creeps you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I don't now. Uhm. Sickly, dying hairless dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Who was the last person you rode an&lt;br /&gt;elevator with?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I didn't ride an elevator today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you go ice skating as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes. I love skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever had stitches?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite non-alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 100 Plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How long ago did you hug someone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Just a while ago. My sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's something you want to do&lt;br /&gt;before you die?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Fall in love forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever caught something on&lt;br /&gt;fire?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My cousin's curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever seen a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Have you ever seen northern lights?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you know how to use chop sticks?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Name something good that happened&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We went to my province and I was driving all day. :-( Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What room are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you worried about something&lt;br /&gt;you can't control?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes. I'm a little bit of a control freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you take daily medications?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ever been in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes, when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you wearing nailpolish?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hell, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever used a Ouija board?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Sweet or Sour?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What shoes did you wear today?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My Crocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite eye color of the opposite&lt;br /&gt;sex?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Most important quality in any&lt;br /&gt;relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite zombie movie?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I don't like zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Time of day you were born?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you know your blood type?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes. Type X. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you know how to kill a zombie?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Er-- Run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What would you spend 5000 dollars&lt;br /&gt;on right now if you were handed it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Time deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Name something annoying in public&lt;br /&gt;transit.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Extremely slow cab drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Did you grow up in the city or&lt;br /&gt;country?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Would you ever consider going on a&lt;br /&gt;reality tv show if offered a large sum&lt;br /&gt;of money?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-5441147664991714161?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/5441147664991714161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=5441147664991714161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/5441147664991714161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/5441147664991714161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/06/1_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-117847708292572671</id><published>2007-06-20T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:32:41.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. say one word about life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. fave song/s as for now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; There For Me - Andrea Bocelli &amp; Sarah Brightman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. fave tv show as for now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It's already finished-- NBA Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. last music you heard?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Over My Head - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. most expensive object you bought&lt;br /&gt;with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My Oakley sunglasses and my my old W550i mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. yosi or beer?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They kinda go together well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. they say "you are who you hang out&lt;br /&gt;with"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My Honey Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. have u ever fallen in love w/a&lt;br /&gt;friend?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Well, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what song is currently playing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. any pets? what are their names?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I don't have pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. may nasuntok ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ano sabi mo after?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. which do u prefer? jollibee or&lt;br /&gt;mcdo? and why?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; McDo. It's always less crowded in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. wendy's or kfc? y?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wendy's. BMM rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I think so, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. what did u do to the person who&lt;br /&gt;broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. what's inside your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm in my boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. fave past time?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm lurking inside NBA forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. biggest regret in life?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. worst experience you've been&lt;br /&gt;through??&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I already forgot. I tend to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. best place you'd rather be?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My Honey Bear's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. would you kiss on a 1st date?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Depends on the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. last time u cried?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. huling ginawa mo bago matulog?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Talked to my Honey Bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-117847708292572671?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/117847708292572671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=117847708292572671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/117847708292572671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/117847708292572671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/06/1_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-2258709494692268680</id><published>2007-06-14T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:00:30.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What are your initials?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; JS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite thing to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My smile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tocino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I say "SHOTGUN", you say?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does anyone you know wanna date you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah. My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last place you went out to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; School canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Majo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Why are you still up?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It's 7.20p. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who/What made you angry today?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite type of Food?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Italian and Japanese cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you download music:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you care if your socks are&lt;br /&gt;dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Of course I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you date the person who&lt;br /&gt;posted&lt;br /&gt;this?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Has anyone ever sang or played&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;for you personally?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Well, no. I sing and play music for others, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever bungie jumped?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'd love to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever gone white-water&lt;br /&gt;rafting?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ten years older than you&lt;br /&gt;ever hit on you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever met a real rapper?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you met a real redneck?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your current favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I Believe - Dave Koz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What was the last movie you&lt;br /&gt;watched?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Because I Said So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where was the last place you went&lt;br /&gt;besides your house?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many piercings have you had?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. How many pets do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What's one thing you've learned&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;year?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "...I need more patience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NBA Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have an iPod?:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Who would you like to see right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Salo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you find yourself loved?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Have you ever been caught doing&lt;br /&gt;something you weren't suppose to?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Countless times. My mum has a knack of spotting things I don't want to be spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Buttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What Magazines are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; TopGear and GQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Has anyone you were really close to&lt;br /&gt;passed away recently?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's something that really bugs&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I want to talk to my Honey Bear-- NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you like michael jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; In a freakish sort of way, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What's your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Creed. (That's my Honey Bear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Oreo O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What's the longest time you've gone&lt;br /&gt;without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Last time you went bowling?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Last 1-2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Where is the weirdest place you&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;slept?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Inside a tent. Is that weird enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. From whom was your last phone call?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My Honey Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Last text message?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My Honey Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What's the closest orange object&lt;br /&gt;to you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-2258709494692268680?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/2258709494692268680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=2258709494692268680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2258709494692268680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2258709494692268680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-7311573047244998027</id><published>2007-05-10T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:36:21.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep. I've done it again. Never wrote in this thing for like forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. We've been facing rough times in our young relationship these past few days. But we'll make it. I believe in us. I believe and see that we both love each other so much, and that nothing and no one could ever get in our way because we fight for the same cause. We fight for our love. We are born for each other and we are meant to be with each other until-- and even after the day we die. I believe in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance. That's why most relationships fail. People can't accept each other for who they are. They couldn't accept the fact that everybody, including their partners, view and live their lives differently. They couldn't face the fact that people are just different. Different likes, interests, perspectives, priorities, beliefs, policies and ways of coping up when in a crisis. Mostly-- if not, all the time, people are turning a blind eye on that. And that's why relationships fail. Sad, but true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yardsticks. Like it or not, people measure their lives by yardsticks. Their accomplishments, achievements and even their failures. All of it. People do that for many reasons: to please, to gratify themselves and to prove themselves. Most people I know borrow yardsticks. Yardsticks from their mentors, idols, family and friends. They measure their lives according to what other people had set for them. The sad part is only a handful of people measure their lives by the yardstick they set themselves. Very few people live their lives according to the way they set themselves. I have seen a lot of people spending their lives with a borrowed yardstick. It's like spending your whole life with a pair of shoes that isn't yours-- barely fits and uncomfortable. Again, sad but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-7311573047244998027?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/7311573047244998027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=7311573047244998027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7311573047244998027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7311573047244998027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/05/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-8097225704548864938</id><published>2007-04-16T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:34:05.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know. I haven't used this blog for quite a long time now and I apologize. I fear that my actions will be put in vain because of the lack of traffic this shit is suffering. Anyway, who'd like to listen to the sissy problems of a Filipino teen age gay guy anyway?! I think I'm wasting my time. However, I think this blog helps me to fucking vent my emotions. I feel so fucked up. Right fucking now. You see, I'm in some fucking bad mood for quite sometime now. And I mean, really bad. Seriously. What makes it worse is the fact that I can't say the shit I'm going through with the people around me. I don't know. It's just that I miss my Puffy so much that it fucking hurts. I feel so fucking bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-8097225704548864938?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/8097225704548864938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=8097225704548864938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/8097225704548864938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/8097225704548864938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-1524913804250492540</id><published>2007-03-21T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:36:07.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a test on literature and I still act like nothing's up. (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with Puffy last night and I was hoping we could do a but more than just 'meet'. Well, I wasn't lucky enough, so yeah. Anyway, I understand. Sometimes, there's nothing you could do but to understand stuff. Well, I'm having my fair share of that  these past few days. I know it wasn't anybody's fault, but I still feel like shit. I don't know. Seems like whenever we meet, he's always tired. Whenever we talk, he's always tired. So, how could we possibly make love? We can't. Especially now, that my evil dad is here, we can't do overnights like we used to. And just the thought of that makes me feel like shit. Don't get me wrong, I know it's not all sex. But I've got &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, I will be having a Korg X5 on my birthday and I plan to use it with my Mac, along with my other guitars/musical equipments. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-1524913804250492540?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/1524913804250492540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/1524913804250492540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-got-test-on-literature-and-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-2498651598375446462</id><published>2007-03-19T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:21:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Hi. So yeah, I won't be continuing my plans going to Powerdance. I'll just go and enroll a course on John Robert Powers. I think I need to learn something from there. Something I could apply to my daily life. Like, being organized! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a bit tiring for me. I waited for my parents to arrive in our house here in manila (they came from our house in Cavite, a suburb of Manila). I was bored to hell in the morning and early afternoon. I was staying in my cousin's place (well, technically, it's my place. I just allowed him to stay there. So he doesn't have the right to get mean to me or act shitty or anything because I could evict him anytime I fancy). So there, they arrived at like 3.00p and we had mass after we unloaded their stuff from the car. We went to Mall Of Asia right after the mass and we watched an IMAX movie. Afterwards we went to Dampa (it's a place wherein you have to buy the stuff you want to eat from a nearby market and make the restaurant you're eating in to cook the stuff for you). Then, we went home. I was pretty exhausted when I got home. So is Puffy. He cooked a lot of stuff for his sister's party. Good thing, we still talked a bit when I got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed when I watched at MoA's (Mall of Asia) IMAX theater. I think all movies should be made that way. But, I've got to admit, I feel stupid wearing the spectacles they gave me when I entered the theater. Anyway, It feels utterly realistic. I think all of the motion pictures should be made that way. Imagine porn on IMAX theater! It's like a voyeour's fantasy came true! Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was never fond of eating in Dampa. I admit, some of the food they serve tastes nice, but the place! The place! It's filthy. Seriously! Also, I don't like seafood, so, it not -and will never be- my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-2498651598375446462?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2498651598375446462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2498651598375446462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-2675620169118193342</id><published>2007-03-18T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:35:44.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Well, I don't know where to start. Anyway, exam's this week! Ugh! I hope I pass all my tests! I've been wanting to good in school from now on. Matter of fact I'll post what I've got on all my assignments and quizzes and tests from here on in. That means, I think I'll be using this blog more regularly to post the results and keep track on what I've got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to be more organized and hardworking. I need to practice those two things. I've observed some people I considered successful and aside from the fact that they're intellectually good, if not, better than most people, I noticed that they're very organized, precise and extremely hardworking. Hah. I need those if I want to be successful. Persistence is out of the question for me. I'm the most persistent man I know (no kidding). If I'm in the mood, I won't give up until I'm not physically capable of trying things over and over until I get it right consistently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm a bit hyped up for the coming summer. As I've told you, I'm taking up ballroom. I know most people don't appreciate it. I do, but not all. I like to watch and perform Tango. I want to dance! Hah. I know I haven't got much talent in dancing, but that's the point. I want to gain more skills in it. I want to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with puffy (K) last night. I miss him again. We had dinner and some coffee and we just talked and enjoyed each other's company. I think we'll meet again on Wednesday for a dinner together, because I don't think we'll meet on the weekend because my dad is here. Meaning, I can't go out that freely because he is fucked up. Don't ask for further explanation. Plus, it's his sister's graduation and his grandma's birthday, so I really don't think we could meet. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met yesterday at Glorietta and I saw this guitar at Perfect Pitch. Variax 300 BX.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RfzLxVE7OSI/AAAAAAAAABg/l3KupP1fYY0/s1600-h/Line6_Variax_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RfzLxVE7OSI/AAAAAAAAABg/l3KupP1fYY0/s320/Line6_Variax_300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043129731079944482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want that guitar. I've into guitars since last last year. I know I'm not that much of a guitarist (I'm more of a pianist/keyboardist) but guitars are more collectible than pianos. Pianos are way too expensive to collect. I own a couple of Fenders (3 Stratocasters (all of them are black body but one has a pearl pickguard (50th anniversary edition)), Telecaster (Ash)), Ibanez (GRG 20 (black), (RG1527 (blue, floyd rose tremolo)), Gibson, (Les Paul Standard (black))Anyway, I want to get that Variax. That'd be my first Variax guitar. My effects is a Zoom GFX-8 Multi Effects Pedalling Board and I only have one amp. I use a Marshall 1962 Bluesbreaker that came as a hand-me-down from my Dad. As for my piano I use a Yamaha Clavinova Electric Piano. It has weighed keys that mimic an acoustic piano, and that means, I could still do finger strength exercise with it. And the nice thing about it is I never need retuning because my piano doesn't have strings! I also own a 3/4 Parrot violin that I do not play (I don't know how).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-2675620169118193342?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2675620169118193342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2675620169118193342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RfzLxVE7OSI/AAAAAAAAABg/l3KupP1fYY0/s72-c/Line6_Variax_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-8790434543026007147</id><published>2007-03-16T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:07:25.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. It's been a long time since I wrote in this. Anyway, life's been, well, somewhat good to me and to us. Hah. I hope school doesn't end next week, so I'll have an excuse to go out this summer, but I just have to face the fact that it will. I hope I pass all my subjects. Sigh. I miss my Puffy. I wish we have each other around always, but I don't think that'd happen within the next two years. By the way, I got this Nokia 8800  from my mum and I think it's a nice phone. Not everybody uses it, and that's what I'm after for. I don't like everyone using the same model as mine. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go to a dance school this summer. Namely, Powerdance. I've been wanting to dance Argentinian Tango for quite sometime now, I think it'd be a nice way to kill time this summer. Plus, I think that'd give me a couple of excuses to go out. I like Argentinian Tango because it's somewhat dirty. I like dirty stuff. :D I mean, it's like having sex on the dance floor. I wish I could dance Tango with my puffy. But, from what I heard of, he doesn't dance. I hope that he'd allow me to teach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do have a new guitar but it's just a POS Lumanog. Sigh. I miss the old days where I get a new guitar in a week's interval. I've been wanting an Ibanez JEM-555 but I think that'd be to much to ask from my aunt or my grandma. Costs PHP 105,000.00 (US$ 2,100.00++) But it's nice. Steve Vai uses one. It has a H-S-H (hambucker - single coil - hambucker) configuration and it looks nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-8790434543026007147?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/8790434543026007147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/8790434543026007147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-6278350712244596055</id><published>2007-03-04T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:25:26.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. I feel nuts. I've been wishing for him to go back here [in the RP] all day, but deep inside, he doesn't even want to. K feels sad that he's leaving Shanghai. I don't know if I am being shallow or petty but FUCK IT. I don't know what to feel anymore. Seems like he's not even affected that we barely talk anymore, despite the fact that I do everything within my power to reach him. Seems like he doesn't care anymore. Oh well. "SORRY J, NO TIME FOR LOVE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-6278350712244596055?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/6278350712244596055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/6278350712244596055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-7228191762919877923</id><published>2007-03-02T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:50:09.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard this song while I was eating lunch and I thought that this song says all what I want to say about K. Sigh. I miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish That I Was Making Love With You Tonight - Alessi Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl i miss you.. i feel you wanting me over the telephone &lt;br /&gt;and i'm still here alone and though it seems so close to a perfect day.. &lt;br /&gt;when everything just went my way, i've had the longest night i've ever known.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was making love to you tonight.. (wish i was makin love) &lt;br /&gt;i've never seen so many stars or a moon as bright.. &lt;br /&gt;and baby you're what's missing, could make it all just right.. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i was making love to you tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness i feel my empty bed covered with loneliness &lt;br /&gt;we pay for our success in ways we never could have dreamed before.. &lt;br /&gt;babe, i need you more and more and nothing ever makes me want you less.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was making love to you tonight.. (wish i was making..) &lt;br /&gt;i've never seen so many stars and a moon as bright.. &lt;br /&gt;and baby you're what's missing, could make it all just right.. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i was making love to you tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish that i was making love.. &lt;br /&gt;wish that i was making love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby you're what's missing, could make it all just right.. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i was making love to you.. &lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was making love to you.. tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i was making love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby you're what's missing, could make it all just right &lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i was making love to you.. &lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was making love to you.. tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I couldn't have said it better myself. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-7228191762919877923?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7228191762919877923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7228191762919877923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/03/heard-this-song-while-i-was-eating_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-670550647326154778</id><published>2007-03-02T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:49:52.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard this song while I was eating lunch and I thought that this song says all what I want to say about K. Sigh. I miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish That I Was Making Love With You Tonight - Alessi Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl i miss you.. i feel you wanting me over the telephone &lt;br /&gt;and i'm still here alone and though it seems so close to a perfect day.. &lt;br /&gt;when everything just went my way, i've had the longest night i've ever known.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was making love to you tonight.. (wish i was makin love) &lt;br /&gt;i've never seen so many stars or a moon as bright.. &lt;br /&gt;and baby you're what's missing, could make it all just right.. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i was making love to you tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness i feel my empty bed covered with loneliness &lt;br /&gt;we pay for our success in ways we never could have dreamed before.. &lt;br /&gt;babe, i need you more and more and nothing ever makes me want you less.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was making love to you tonight.. (wish i was making..) &lt;br /&gt;i've never seen so many stars and a moon as bright.. &lt;br /&gt;and baby you're what's missing, could make it all just right.. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i was making love to you tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish that i was making love.. &lt;br /&gt;wish that i was making love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby you're what's missing, could make it all just right.. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i was making love to you.. &lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was making love to you.. tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i was making love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby you're what's missing, could make it all just right &lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i was making love to you.. &lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was making love to you.. tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I couldn't have said it better myself. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-670550647326154778?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/670550647326154778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/670550647326154778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/03/heard-this-song-while-i-was-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-4557084272564080193</id><published>2007-03-02T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:10:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really sad today. K left for China yesterday and I feel so horrid. Ugh. I don't know why I feel like this. I tried to do al lot of stuff to keep my mind away from all these sad thoughts but to no avail. Ugh. I'm so fucking sad. I hope we could see each other again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-4557084272564080193?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/4557084272564080193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/4557084272564080193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-really-sad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-5767647439104903003</id><published>2007-02-19T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:20:17.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Fuck. I don't know where to start, or, if I could even begin at all. Man, this is fucked up. Hah, I've got a new haircut. :D Anyway, that's that. Nothing worth mentioning these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-5767647439104903003?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/5767647439104903003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/5767647439104903003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-4866618069223428536</id><published>2007-01-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:02:10.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started going to the gym again to day and I'm totally exhausted. Can't. Write. Anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-4866618069223428536?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/4866618069223428536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/4866618069223428536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-started-going-to-gym-again-to-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-7463092209124047151</id><published>2007-01-25T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:49:47.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so tired right now. Like tired tired, extremely tired. I'm worrying so much. K has a 38-39-40 degree fever. I wish he'll get well as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-7463092209124047151?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7463092209124047151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7463092209124047151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-1499273245808990519</id><published>2007-01-22T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:15:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so fucked up. I don't know. It's just that I mis somebody badly it fucking hurts so bad I'm, like bleeding and I feel like dying and the most fucked up thing with this shit I'm feeling right now is the fact that the more painful it is for me, the more this  feeling become stronger and I'm bleeding to death, but pain has never felt this good. Seriously, I can't understand a thing with myself right now but I'm comfortable with it. It's just that everytime I'm alone or even if I'm not, I feel like something wants to explode out of my chest and it's something I can't control. Jesus, I can't control it but being submissive to this feeling has never felt this good. If you knew me early last year to mid september, and see me now, you'd be blind not to notice a change in me. And I'm not talking about outside appearance. Some within me changed and That's for the good of it. Ugh. I can't seem to handle this feeling but somehow, I could. And that's the stuff I can't get.&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 did compose two songs today and this is his songs. I made them for him. I just hope he likes them and I hope his expectations aren't that high because I'm not that great of a song writer and I'm still learning. He gave the first song a title "Tonight", which was done last January 20. The other song is still untitled but I'm sure he'll give a title to that later tonight. &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 yeah, we did stay at The Manila Peninsula Hotel last saturday and for the first time in two months and for the first time he did give me a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; kiss. Those are the stuff that I swear to God that I won't forget until my dying 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;I was supposed to go to frankfurt this February but I can't. I feel so fucked up, good thing he's there yesterday and we shared a dinner together with some of his friends. They did cheer me up. Without that, I think I'll be totally devastated and be totally fucked up. Well, I'm fucked up right now, but not totally. Thanks to his presence. I love him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-1499273245808990519?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/1499273245808990519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/1499273245808990519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-so-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-826117841759962916</id><published>2007-01-16T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:29:39.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, nothing special's happening in my life right now. But yeah, no news is good news, right? I don't know. Well, 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/17528360-826117841759962916?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/826117841759962916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/826117841759962916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-nothing-specials-happening-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-2437115372910857986</id><published>2007-01-14T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:44:55.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had this extremely rough night last night. We were actually having fun with each other before that happened. We were walking inside some mobile phone store and suddenly my cousin's ex came in and I just had to avoid her. See, I'm not out in my family nobody knows except my friends at school. And from the way I see it, K was freaked out because he has to avoid people and he doesn't want his actions dictated by it. You see, his actions isn't but but mine is. If my family knew I'm gay, they wouldn't let me see him again, and if that happens, I'd rather take my life and drop dead than not see him.I love him so much. So yeah, my week is over and I have to start counting days again. I still have seven days to go as of today. A long wait. Good thing he won't be as busy as he was last week so I reckon we could talk like we used to. I think that'd help because I miss him. I miss him already. I wish I'm by his side always. So yeah, I guess thats about it for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-2437115372910857986?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2437115372910857986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2437115372910857986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-this-extremely-rough-night-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-250764357529029678</id><published>2007-01-11T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:35:55.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing special with my life right now. But I've been doing some thinking, and I tried to narrow things down and it came to this: I FUCKING DON'T KNOW WHERE TO PLACE MYSELF! ESPECIALLY IN THE MIDST OF ALL THE BUSINESS IN THIS WORLD. There. That's why. I'm so fucking confused and I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say and I don't know what to feel. Fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-250764357529029678?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/250764357529029678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/250764357529029678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing-special-with-my-life-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-161264650946092408</id><published>2007-01-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:23:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi. You know those times that you just stare blankly at the horizon with a fuck-it-I-don't-know-what-to-do face? I've got a fair share of that today. You know why? It's because I don't reall know what to do. I fucking don't know. I miss him. I miss him bad and fuck it, I don't know. I can't understand anything. Not even myself. There's just too much going on right now that I can't-- ugh. I don't know. Fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-161264650946092408?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/161264650946092408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/161264650946092408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-7951822527471789718</id><published>2007-01-01T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:58:44.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;                                                                            ...too lazy to type anything right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-7951822527471789718?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7951822527471789718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7951822527471789718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-fucking-new-year-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-5762498074846724257</id><published>2006-12-26T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:07:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have posted last few days because I went to my house in the sub urbs and I don't have an internet connection there. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a lonelier Christmas like this one. The streets are so dim and everything's silent. God! I mean, what I hear is just me, breathing and the occasional sound of passing cars. Other than that, its dead silence. So what I did was get drunk with my dad's liqueor. Good thing he left a bottle of Fundador Exclusivo and it was really nice. It's sweet, a chaser need not apply. On the 26th we went to our relatives and on the way there, I was stuck on a monstrous traffic jam. It to me three hours just to get to a destination that just normally takes on hour. I know. That is so fucked up. I'm driving a stick shift, (Manual transmission) so you could just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I went to a Spa today. It was really nice. The bad thing is I went there, like, 12 o'clock. I have to spend four continous hours inside and I haven't had my breakfast yet. I was hungry as hell. Anyway, I stopped over by Dencio's for my Breakfast/Lunch/Dinner at about 6. I ate like a fucking hungry bear. Believe me. After the meal, I went to my dermatologist for some treatment. I have this cholesterol deposits in my face (I really don't know why the fuck they just 'erupt' in my face. Jesus! I don't even eat oily/fatty foods!). She had to prick, like, every single one of those and it hurts like fucking hell. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-5762498074846724257?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/5762498074846724257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/5762498074846724257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-posted-last-few-days-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-7641904149450431309</id><published>2006-12-23T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:30:16.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm like totally pissed off right now. Damn. I want to be with K but my mum kinda ruined my day by acting all shitty. I don't know. I spent the afternoon with K and still, I want to be with him right now. Next time we'll be meeting again would be like, next two weeks, and that would be our first month together. I still want to be with him. Seriously. I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda tired, but whatever. On my way home, in the cab, I was like too tired (or lazy) to move at all. So yeah, I can't drive to our place in the sub urb if I am in this condition. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-7641904149450431309?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/7641904149450431309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=7641904149450431309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7641904149450431309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/7641904149450431309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-like-totally-pissed-off-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-1807550939680208653</id><published>2006-12-16T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:14:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im fucking sad. I fucking don't know what to do. I need to be with K. But I can't. That feels so shitty. I want to be with K but I fucking can't. I honestly don't know what to write right now. I feel so fucked up. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-1807550939680208653?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/1807550939680208653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=1807550939680208653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/1807550939680208653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/1807550939680208653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-fucking-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-1048364491517799983</id><published>2006-12-14T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:35:45.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was browsing and I thought that the man who did this made a kick ass body work. Although I think that the wheels are sadly lacking on the taste department.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1973 Caprice + Rolls Royce Phantom =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEBCIpsafI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FUuBjdbpWQ4/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEBCIpsafI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FUuBjdbpWQ4/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008285396806429170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEBRYpsagI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qryYPx8jzbs/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEBRYpsagI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qryYPx8jzbs/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008285658799434242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEBcopsahI/AAAAAAAAAA8/P10xuPKzSnA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEBcopsahI/AAAAAAAAAA8/P10xuPKzSnA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008285852072962578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEB24psaiI/AAAAAAAAABE/HsGJUUAnObo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEB24psaiI/AAAAAAAAABE/HsGJUUAnObo/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008286303044528674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-1048364491517799983?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/1048364491517799983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=1048364491517799983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/1048364491517799983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/1048364491517799983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-browsing-and-i-thought-that-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYEBCIpsafI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FUuBjdbpWQ4/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-2382822460198598567</id><published>2006-12-14T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:35:45.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car of the Year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Family Car: Citroen C4 Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYD1WopsacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vQUGFmzWmNY/s1600-h/C4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYD1WopsacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vQUGFmzWmNY/s320/C4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008272554854214082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nice MPV that can keep a fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ily entertained for countless hours. Nice exterior design a well. Citroen is on a whole new level with this car. Although its 1.8L DIN engine could use more oomph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best MPV: Ford S-Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYD2WYpsadI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8BoL1lcFAEg/s1600-h/smax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYD2WYpsadI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8BoL1lcFAEg/s320/smax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008273650070874578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For anyone who had seen the Ford IOSIS concept car, I think that this is the start of the new design language that Ford has been bitching and talking about this past few months. 'Kinetic design'. I don't know, but I think that this is more of a tool than a chap's bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-2382822460198598567?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/2382822460198598567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=2382822460198598567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2382822460198598567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/2382822460198598567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-found-this-song-and-i-thought-itd-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgxtRviOADE/RYD1WopsacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vQUGFmzWmNY/s72-c/C4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528360.post-116593638890884877</id><published>2006-12-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:13:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah, it's been forever since I wrote in this blog. Anyway, I'm happy right now. Like, really really happy. Well, I've been happy since 12.05.06.. :D Anyway, I've met my good ol' friend a while ago. It has also been forever since I've met Rico. He's my best bud in beda, he went to Cebu to be a pastor, but came back here in Manila because he can't see himself being one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah, Cars! TopGear Car of the Year Awards! That's what I like in this end-of-year thing. THE ultimate Car of the Year Awards! As of the moment, the whole list isn't complete yet, but here are the partial (and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;official) list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Small Car: Mini Cooper S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/1600/605955/Mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/320/157926/Mini.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spunky h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ndling, 1.6L 4 pot engine and a nice and clean styling to boot, makes the 2006 Mini Cooper S a definite winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best SUV: Land Rover FreeLander 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/1600/765943/Freelander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/320/965628/Freelander.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice on-road manners and tough off-roading capabilities and also, a frugal 2.5L V6 engine. If then, what's not to like? Oh, and nice Disco inspired headlights, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best GT: Jaguar XK Coupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/1600/642573/XK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/320/889377/XK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With this car, Jaguar (again, owned by Ford), has wholly changed it's image. Impeccable handling and a well-bred 4.2L AJ-V8 engine, and a really sexy design trully makes this a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Supercar / Dreamcar: Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/1600/121881/Gallardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/320/246964/Gallardo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What makes this car a winner? A great sounding 5.0L V10 engine that consistently urges you to go past its high 8,000 RPM red line, for starters. The best 4 wheel drive technology of the lot, and of course, who wouldn't notice it's very outgoing design?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best Exotic Car: Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/1600/947704/599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4177/1681/320/802459/599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Pininfarina designed car. If its 6.0L Tipo F133F Engine which apparently, came from the prestigious Ferrari Enzo isn't enough, how about the painstaking task of Pininfarina to hide all of its 22 air inlets? Wonderful handling and the clever E-diff makes this a clear winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528360-116593638890884877?l=solofinzione.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/feeds/116593638890884877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528360&amp;postID=116593638890884877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/116593638890884877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528360/posts/default/116593638890884877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solofinzione.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-yeah-its-been-forever-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Finzione</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064547209906056434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/7241/junonw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
