<?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-27977565</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:28:37.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114924087147753732</id><published>2006-06-02T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:34:31.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason, I don’t feel as sleepy as I would during these times. I’m alone because a friend of mine’s absent today. I just came to realize a lot of things before I came to work. I realized that I’m really thankful for my old friends and best friends who shaped me in life. Why did I suddenly feel this way? Old friends are starting to communicate back with me. We laugh about old times. For some reason, we want to have a reunion and I believe that it would be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most people only see what’s outside but of course, it’s what’s inside that count.  I’ve grown up looking at people not judging them from their appearance but appearances do say something about you as well. I thank them for that. I’ve made girls cry during my elementary and high school days because of being insensitive. I’ve learned along the way that it’s easier to learn from experience. That if you don’t learn from your mistakes, it’s harder to learn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve had different sets of friends because of the different schools I went to. I became one of the nerds/geeks, jocks, and even the ones you don’t notice. When I relate with people, I don’t get it but I know exactly how to relate with them. Most people would not be able to understand Koreans here but when I’m with them, they understand me. I think it’s because I used to have a best friend that’s Korean too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I think that I’ve said a lot about my friends. I’m just really thankful I have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114924087147753732?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114924087147753732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114924087147753732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114924087147753732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114924087147753732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-some-reason-i-dont-feel-as-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114881197705467178</id><published>2006-05-28T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:26:17.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve been tagged by O.  Well, what can I do? I have all the time in the world. Do I still believe in love?  The answer, as corny or as superficial as it could be, of course!  Who doesn’t believe in it?  For those who don’t, let me tell you why I do.  It’s very interesting in life that we encounter this and I think some can relate to me when I say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** First of all, my preference is a girl, lady, woman, female or a person with the female genitalia. I’m sorry guys but I’m just not attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** One thing I love about love is the part when it makes you want to become a better person.  Sometimes, instead of getting irritated easily, you become more patient. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I love it when we couldn’t get enough of each other.  Although we’ve been together for the whole day, we still end up seeing each other the next day with the same feeling as yesterday. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I love it when I could just hug her and kiss her anytime when I feel like it.  PDA is something I like to do.  I don’t care about other people once I’m with the person I love.  If they look at me, I’ll look at them back. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I love how everything in the background becomes beautiful with her in it. How life becomes more beautiful in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I love how we would argue over little things and apologize afterwards then laugh about it. Making up after a fight is always the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I love how we end up sleeping together and still see her when I wake up resting like a baby. I find her so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I love it when we just sit down and not talk about anything but still having a great time because she’s there.  The mere presence is already enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go! It was tough for me to make this so make time to read it through. Aight? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114881197705467178?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114881197705467178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114881197705467178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114881197705467178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114881197705467178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-tagged-by-o.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114846105145595199</id><published>2006-05-24T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:58:01.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Workout. For the past two weeks, I’ve been working out like crazy. Everyday, I would workout different body parts. What’s sad is that I don’t get enough sleep and it’s not only me, my friend too. It’s even worse for him ‘coz he has work by 8am. I think I’m juz gonna lose weight ‘coz of this. Well, that would be nice too now that I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember before, I used to workout. I just stopped right away ‘coz of my busy schedule. I don’t know if I can still workout straight ‘coz my schedule is busy again. It’s gonna be really messed up. I just hope that I can still workout while working here. That’s right.&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/27977565-114846105145595199?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114846105145595199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114846105145595199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114846105145595199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114846105145595199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/workout.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114811682285024640</id><published>2006-05-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:20:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I saw a video of Mike Tyson’s with the title “beyond the glory”. It talks about his life. How he became who he is. What went on in his head and everything that you could think of. The show probably lasted about an hour and a half because I ended up going home around 3:30am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why he was so great? Why he was called “undisputed champion of the world”? Why he got so messed up? It’s all there. I saw the whole freakin' thing. It was hella messed up. After watching that, I swear I wouldn’t wanna go near that guy at all. He’s too fast and plus he’s hella strong. According to the people he knocked out, they feel like they got hit by iron. (Bisaya pa na, murag na-igo ug poste) He was well known to knock his opponents out on the first round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can tell you is, even a psychiatrist doesn’t wanna do any psych stuff on him. I think they really made a good decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114811682285024640?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114811682285024640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114811682285024640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114811682285024640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114811682285024640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-night-i-saw-video-of-mike-tysons.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114811585170445169</id><published>2006-05-20T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:06:49.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;John Legend. I heard this new artist. He’s pretty famous in Manila now with his song – "ordinary people". To tell you honestly, he has good songs for chillin’. Songs you’d most likely wanna hear if you’re chatting with your friends while drinking coffee, eating food, stuff like that. He is talented in many ways because he became the backup of famous artists. Well, it goes to show how long it takes for people to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember an interview my friend told me about.. Keith Martin was interviewed in Monster. He was asked if the song – "because of you" was his favorite. He laughed saying that he wrote the song seven years ago. He then said that it’s always best to have faith in him because it wasn’t his time yet. Who would know that it’d get famous after that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard Mariah Carey and Brian McKnight singing together this one song – "whenever you call". heard that song? messed up song.. Hella Nice! Makes me think that its really hard to compete with them because even Boyz II Men says that the 4 of them combined is just one person, Brian McKnight. I really bow down to people who has talent. Really feel sorry for those who don’t use it. Know what I mean.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114811585170445169?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114811585170445169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114811585170445169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114811585170445169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114811585170445169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/john-legend.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114793878140223083</id><published>2006-05-18T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:53:01.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, this is the only thing I'm thinking about. What a great song this is.. very theraputic. ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will it ever be&lt;br /&gt;Im trying so hard to find sweet serenity&lt;br /&gt;Are you still afraid&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and dream&lt;br /&gt;The feeling fade away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Time won't flow&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;When the pain fades away&lt;br /&gt;Dreams won't die&lt;br /&gt;Tears in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've got to hold your head up high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ye...yey&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high...&lt;br /&gt;ye...yey&lt;br /&gt;Hold you head up high... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just take it sometime&lt;br /&gt;And I'd given up the will&lt;br /&gt;To change your state of mind&lt;br /&gt;Just try and understand&lt;br /&gt;Its not so hard to see&lt;br /&gt;That i am just a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Time won't flow&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;When the pain fades away&lt;br /&gt;Dreams won't die&lt;br /&gt;Tears in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;You got to hold your head up high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ye...yey&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Instrumental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will it ever be&lt;br /&gt;Im trying so hard to find sweet serenity&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Its not so hard to see&lt;br /&gt;That i am just a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Time won't flow&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;When the pain fades away&lt;br /&gt;Dreams won't die&lt;br /&gt;Tears in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;You got to hold your head up high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ye...yey&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat 3x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114793878140223083?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114793878140223083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114793878140223083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114793878140223083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114793878140223083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/right-now-this-is-only-thing-im.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114785763565981133</id><published>2006-05-17T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:20:35.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vacation. Guess what? My family will be leaving tomorrow for Manila for my cousin’s wedding and I’m stuck here. For some, it’s an advantage because they have the house all to themselves but for me, it’s different ‘coz I won’t be able to eat. It’s like an experience of going out to another country but it’s the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I’ve gone on vacation for at least 4 months before I started working.  It was the time when everything fell apart and I remember that time so well. It’s hard to be depressed. That’s a different story though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I need is an experience either outside the city or to the beach. It would be refreshing. I haven’t been to the beach for a year or maybe more. Though I always tell the callers that the beach is close-by, it’s ironic because they have gone to the beach but I haven’t. I might really go when I have my rest day. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114785763565981133?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114785763565981133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114785763565981133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114785763565981133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114785763565981133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114776668473243371</id><published>2006-05-16T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:04:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my song for the day... i miss you guys...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eagle Eye Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Save Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Darling close the curtains,&lt;br /&gt;'cause all we need is candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;You and me and the bottle of wine,&lt;br /&gt;gonna hold you tonight, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we know I'm going away&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish, I wish it weren't so&lt;br /&gt;so take this wine and drink with me&lt;br /&gt;let's delay our misery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a log on the fire&lt;br /&gt;and it burns like me for you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes with one desire..&lt;br /&gt;to take me away, it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;darling please don't start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause girl you know I've got to go, oh&lt;br /&gt;and Lord I wish it wasn't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes to take me away&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I, that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;but girl you know I've got to go, oh&lt;br /&gt;and Lord I wish it wasn't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Tonight.. Save Tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Save Tonight.. Save Tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight.. Oh thats Right!&lt;br /&gt;Save Tonight.. Save Tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Save Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114776668473243371?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114776668473243371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114776668473243371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114776668473243371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114776668473243371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-song-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114776627488896477</id><published>2006-05-16T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:57:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My nephew’s birthday. Today is my nephew’s birthday party and I’m at work. The party starts by 3pm and I had to come to work 3pm as well. Talk about conflict of schedule. Well, there’s really nothing wrong about the situation right now. I’m not there and I don’t miss it. I’m just concerned about my nephew. Seeing that I’m not there celebrating his special day, he might end up having a grudge against me in the future. Soon enough, he would understand anywayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just say that I wouldn’t miss it? Now that I think about it, I’m gonna miss the spaghetti and coke (not cocaine). The laughs I will have when kids would cry when they don’t get what they want. Well, a little sadistic but there is always that incident. I don’t know why that is. It’s just part of life I guess. Now I’m wondering if I would still have food when I go home. People usually take the food home through plastics containers. I might not have my share! What a shame it would be for me to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know my work is going to end by midnight so I think it is not a problem at all. I might still have food left over after the party. It always pays to be optimistic right? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114776627488896477?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114776627488896477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114776627488896477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114776627488896477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114776627488896477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-nephews-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114768205875285321</id><published>2006-05-15T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:37:04.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oblivion. I’ve recently been playing this game called oblivion and I really gotta say that it’s too addicting. What can I say, it’s the number 1 game right now and I know why that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, you first start out making a character. The best thing about character creation is that you can make the character look like you. If you have a small nose, big eyes, oval shaped head, thick eyebrows, small mouth, cool green hairstyle… you can do that and you’re not limited to being human too. You can be an elf with those characteristics. Man! Took me almost an hour just making my character look like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abilities? I had to recreate characters 4-5 times just so I could get the best type of character that I want. At first, I wanted to be a blade fighter using swords and killing enemies off. Then I changed my mind… I wanted to become an archer (of course, inspired by Lord of the Rings). Then I wanted a mage who can summon monsters to fight for me.. Then a hand to hand combatant who beats people off with bare hands.. Well, I ended up with a character who does magic who does illusions and destruction. ^_^ See? And all that took a day without even starting the game yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I started playing the game, graphics are hella nice! From the scenery to the detail of everything. Hella nice. To think that I just set it to Medium because my computer couldn’t handle it anymore. Stupid very heavy rendering game. Makes me wanna buy a new computer! Hahaha ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don’t know about the game, check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.gamespot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; and search for &lt;strong&gt;Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114768205875285321?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114768205875285321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114768205875285321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114768205875285321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114768205875285321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/oblivion.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114768130600173614</id><published>2006-05-15T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:21:46.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mother’s Day. I woke up today very lazy wanting to keep sleeping until I had to work. When I came downstairs, I immediately greeted my family with Happy Mother’s Day. I was a little disappointed at myself. Though my mom was very happy for the greeting, she looked so busy. Instead of taking the day off and enjoying her day, I saw her finishing up decorations for my nephew’s birthday party on Tuesday. Yup, a kiddie party that I’m gonna miss since I’m going to work. What’s worse is that I wasn’t able to give something to my mom on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can say is… oh well… I’ll do better next time. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114768130600173614?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114768130600173614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114768130600173614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114768130600173614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114768130600173614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114759859351644817</id><published>2006-05-14T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:26:36.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Friday night, I thought I was going to leave work to go home. My brother didn’t have anything to do so he asked if I wanted to be picked up. Well, who would say no, right? I didn’t know he had to go to a meeting with his friends so I stopped by to where he was at. Next thing I know, a car stops and my HS friend says hi. Haven’t seen him for a long time, I remember I wasn’t close with this guy at all because he had other friends and I was with my best friend most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway going back… we started catching up about how our lives had been. What really caught my attention while we were talking was about faith already. He spoke of going to heaven, the bible, having a relationship with God. Something I thought I would never hear from this person. One thing that struck me was when he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“What would you do in order to go to heaven? In all honesty.” I simply replied, “Do good things to others”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He understood what I said because that’s exactly the same answer that he had before. Then he said that the answer I had given is true but the reason behind it is somehow missing. He then mentioned about death and that if we were going to die, what would God ask when we try to enter the gates of heaven. Well, did we have a relationship with him? As he said that, I knew that it was something I wanted to do for the longest time. I remember telling him that I feel closer to God when I just go to church, sit down when Mass is not in session. It’s true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I going to go to heaven? Well, I don’t know… guess I still have to work on it ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114759859351644817?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114759859351644817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114759859351644817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114759859351644817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114759859351644817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-friday-night-i-thought-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977565.post-114743965117609105</id><published>2006-05-12T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:14:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work. When I was young, I saw myself sitting behind a desk looking busy.  I guess that’s the stereotype when I was growing up.  Some people wanted to be doctors, others just wanted to become rich.  As I sit here, I realize that it is very hard to distinguish what work really is. I checked out www.dictionary.com and I see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="W0220700"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; n. Physical or mental effort or activity directed toward the production or accomplishment of something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm… there is mental effort but for the accomplishment of what? Getting paid every 15th and 30th? Well, I do know that if I think in the management side, it would be work for the production of the company... but since I’m not exactly in the position yet... I’m stuck with the thought that I’m just getting paid.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you about my schedule.  I work in the Lean Shift.  I receive like 8-12 calls in a day. Most of the time, I sit down and do nothing for an hour or two before I get another call. Yup. I know what you might think. This is the life. I go home feeling refreshed all the time but I go home by midnight so where’s the fun in that. I can’t watch the latest movies nowadays because it’s against my schedule. What’s worse is that I’m usually alone for three hours. If you wanna see a bored guy in front of the computer for three hours, picture me in front of the monitor staring at nothing because we are not allowed to view websites or anything like that. Well, I’m not exactly complaining.  I’m just real bored with the schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27977565-114743965117609105?l=roldion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/feeds/114743965117609105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27977565&amp;postID=114743965117609105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114743965117609105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27977565/posts/default/114743965117609105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldion.blogspot.com/2006/05/work.html' title=''/><author><name>-= Roldion =-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292759130713887847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
