<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Aug 2024 00:38:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>after forever</category><category>bob marley</category><category>don mclean</category><category>ely buendia</category><category>eraserheads</category><category>goldfinger</category><category>karimarimarim</category><category>the wailers</category><title>exentrus maximus</title><description></description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462.post-4625675418087754965</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T09:10:41.017-07:00</atom:updated><title>bob marley&#39;s 26th death anniversary</title><description>woow, sinong di may kilala kay bob marley, mga pare ngayong araw na ito ang kanyang 26th death anniversary mula ng kanyang kamatayan nung 1981.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang life account ni bob marley from &lt;a href=&quot;http://wikipedia.org/&quot;&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robert Nesta Marley&lt;/b&gt; OM (February 6, 1945 – May 11, 1981) was a Jamaican singer, songwriter, guitarist, and political activist. He is the most widely known performer of reggae music, and is famous for popularising the genre outside Jamaica. A faithful Rastafari, Marley is regarded by many as a prophet of the religion.&lt;sup id=&quot;_ref-prophet_0&quot; class=&quot;reference&quot;&gt;[1]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Marley is best known for his reggae songs, which include the hits &quot;I Shot the Sheriff&quot;, &quot;No Woman, No Cry&quot;, &quot;Three Little Birds&quot;,&quot;Smoke Two Joints&quot;,&quot;Exodus&quot;, &quot;Could You Be Loved&quot;, &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;new&quot;&gt;Jammin&lt;/span&gt;&quot;, &quot;Redemption Song&quot;, and &quot;One Love&quot;.&lt;sup id=&quot;_ref-EB_0&quot; class=&quot;reference&quot;&gt;[2]&lt;/sup&gt; His posthumous compilation album &lt;i&gt;Legend&lt;/i&gt; (1984) is the best-selling reggae album ever, with sales of more than 12 million copies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on &lt;a href=&quot;http://wikipedia.org/&quot;&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_marley&quot;&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/2007/05/bob-marleys-26th-death-anniversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462.post-7444581044183389684</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T09:07:35.312-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bob marley</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the wailers</category><title>waiting in vain - bob marley</title><description>&lt;object height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/qNQsCSpPNY/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/qNQsCSpPNY/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;From the very first time I blessed my eyes on you, girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart says, &quot;Follow through.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;But I know now that I&#39;m way down on your line&lt;br /&gt;But the waiting feel is fine&lt;br /&gt;So don&#39;t treat me like a puppet on a string&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause I know how to do my thing&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t talk to me as if you think I&#39;m dumb&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know when you&#39;re gonna come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause it&#39;s summer is here&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m still waiting there&lt;br /&gt;Winter is here and I&#39;m still waiting there&lt;br /&gt;Like I said,&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s been three years since I&#39;m knocking on your door&lt;br /&gt;And I still can knock some more&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, girl, ooh, girl&lt;br /&gt;Is it feasible, I wanna know now&lt;br /&gt;For I to knock some more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya see, in life I know there&#39;s lots of grief&lt;br /&gt;But your love is my relief&lt;br /&gt;Tears in my eyes burn&lt;br /&gt;Tears in my eyes burn while I&#39;m waiting&lt;br /&gt;While I&#39;m waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don&#39;t wanna, I don&#39;t wanna&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna, I don&#39;t wanna&lt;br /&gt;No, I don&#39;t wanna, I don&#39;t wanna&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna, I don&#39;t wanna&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna wait in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s your love that I&#39;m waiting on&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s my love that you&#39;re running from.&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)</description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/2007/05/waiting-in-vain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462.post-5327854115166664257</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T08:58:30.254-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">don mclean</category><title>american pie - don mclean</title><description>&lt;object height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/Ak8BuKTpIE/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/Ak8BuKTpIE/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember&lt;br /&gt;How that music used to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew if I had my chance&lt;br /&gt;That I could make those people dance&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But february made me shiver&lt;br /&gt;With every paper I’d deliver.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news on the doorstep;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t take one more step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember if I cried&lt;br /&gt;When I read about his widowed bride,&lt;br /&gt;But something touched me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, &quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you write the book of love,&lt;br /&gt;And do you have faith in God above,&lt;br /&gt;If the Bible tells you so?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in rock ’n roll,&lt;br /&gt;Can music save your mortal soul,&lt;br /&gt;And can you teach me how to dance real slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that you’re in love with him&lt;br /&gt;`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;You both kicked off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck&lt;br /&gt;With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I was out of luck&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started singin’,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;bye-bye, miss american pie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin’, &quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for ten years we’ve been on our own&lt;br /&gt;And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;When the jester sang for the king and queen,&lt;br /&gt;In a coat he borrowed from james dean&lt;br /&gt;And a voice that came from you and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while the king was looking down,&lt;br /&gt;The jester stole his thorny crown.&lt;br /&gt;The courtroom was adjourned;&lt;br /&gt;No verdict was returned.&lt;br /&gt;And while lennon read a book of marx,&lt;br /&gt;The quartet practiced in the park,&lt;br /&gt;And we sang dirges in the dark&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were singing,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;bye-bye, miss american pie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin’, &quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helter skelter in a summer swelter.&lt;br /&gt;The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,&lt;br /&gt;Eight miles high and falling fast.&lt;br /&gt;It landed foul on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;The players tried for a forward pass,&lt;br /&gt;With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the half-time air was sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;While the sergeants played a marching tune.&lt;br /&gt;We all got up to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but we never got the chance!&lt;br /&gt;`cause the players tried to take the field;&lt;br /&gt;The marching band refused to yield.&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall what was revealed&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started singing,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;bye-bye, miss american pie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin’, &quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there we were all in one place,&lt;br /&gt;A generation lost in space&lt;br /&gt;With no time left to start again.&lt;br /&gt;So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!&lt;br /&gt;Jack flash sat on a candlestick&lt;br /&gt;Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as I watched him on the stage&lt;br /&gt;My hands were clenched in fists of rage.&lt;br /&gt;No angel born in hell&lt;br /&gt;Could break that satan’s spell.&lt;br /&gt;And as the flames climbed high into the night&lt;br /&gt;To light the sacrificial rite,&lt;br /&gt;I saw satan laughing with delight&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was singing,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;bye-bye, miss american pie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin’, &quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl who sang the blues&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her for some happy news,&lt;br /&gt;But she just smiled and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the sacred store&lt;br /&gt;Where I’d heard the music years before,&lt;br /&gt;But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the streets: the children screamed,&lt;br /&gt;The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;But not a word was spoken;&lt;br /&gt;The church bells all were broken.&lt;br /&gt;And the three men I admire most:&lt;br /&gt;The father, son, and the holy ghost,&lt;br /&gt;They caught the last train for the coast&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were singing,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;bye-bye, miss american pie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, &quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were singing,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;bye-bye, miss american pie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, &quot;this’ll be the day that I die.&quot;</description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/2007/05/american-pie-don-mclean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462.post-3784369082449941243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T08:58:12.836-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ely buendia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eraserheads</category><title>overdrive - eraserheads</title><description>&lt;object height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/KY4iROr_dQ/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/KY4iROr_dQ/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;INTRO&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo, meron akong pangarap sa buhay&lt;br /&gt;Sana matupad na&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Magda-drive ako hanggang Baguio&lt;br /&gt;Magda-drive ako hanggang Bicol&lt;br /&gt;Magda-drive ako hanggang Batangas&lt;br /&gt;Tapos magsu-swimming do’n sa beach&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isasama ko ang girlfriend ko&lt;br /&gt;Isasama ko kahit sinong may gusto&lt;br /&gt;Kahit may kasama s’yang aso&lt;br /&gt;Basta’t meron s’yang baong sariling buto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Magdadala ako ng pagkain&lt;br /&gt;Burger, fries, tapsilog at siopao&lt;br /&gt;Magda-drive ako hanggang Visayas&lt;br /&gt;Magda-drive ako hanggang sa Mindanao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Magda-drive ako buong taon&lt;br /&gt;Magda-drive ako habambuhay&lt;br /&gt;Magda-drive ako hanggang buwan&lt;br /&gt;Please, please lang turuan n’yo akong mag-drive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gusto kong matutong mag-drive (kahit na wala akong kotse)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong matutong mag-drive (kahit na walang lisensya)&lt;br /&gt;Mag-drive, drive, drive&lt;br /&gt;Mag-drive…&lt;br /&gt;Mag-drive…&lt;br /&gt;Drive…&lt;br /&gt;Drive…&lt;br /&gt;Drive…&lt;br /&gt;Drive…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pare, ‘di na mag-start ‘yan&lt;br /&gt;Buti pa, kain na lang tayo&lt;br /&gt;Ah, gusto mo ng, ah, tahong?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo ng bagoong?&lt;br /&gt;Spageti? Patitochini? Banana-Q?&lt;br /&gt;Nilagang suso? Tahong chips ahoy?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo ng tapoy? Broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;Peanut brittle? Pinikpikan?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo ng, ah, kapeng barako?&lt;br /&gt;Blue marlin? Panga? Durian?&lt;br /&gt;Chalingak? Peanut kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, champoy? Lomi? Shawarma?&lt;br /&gt;Buko pie? Humus? Hot sauce?&lt;br /&gt;Oxpraid, kelangan mo ‘yon&lt;br /&gt;Leche flan? Kalderetang kambing?&lt;br /&gt;Pinatuyong itlog ng kabayo?&lt;br /&gt;Silicon implant? Ginataang manok?&lt;br /&gt;Ginataang gata? Ginataang niyog?&lt;br /&gt;Sarap, no?&lt;br /&gt;(’Di mo nasabi susi?) Ginataang susi? &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/2007/05/overdrive-eraserheads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462.post-930972658292820668</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T08:57:46.920-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">karimarimarim</category><title>karimarimarim</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://allyoucanupload.webshots.com/v/2002164726579954563&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 402px; height: 483px;&quot; src=&quot;http://aycu23.webshots.com/image/16902/2002164726579954563_rs.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Free Image Hosting at allyoucanupload.com&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Mabuhay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karimarimam - mga kababayan, tayu po ay sumugud sa freddies place sa ika tatlumpu ng mayo, taong kasalukuyan. ika walo at kalahati ng gabi upang tumunghay sa tugtugan ng mga taga baler. libre po ang entrance at para sa lahat ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;LIBRE&lt;/span&gt; itu!</description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/2007/05/karimarimarim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462.post-6429553159297942925</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 07:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T08:57:30.249-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">after forever</category><title>eccentric - after forever</title><description>&lt;object height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/PaoN2Sb2Pd/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/PaoN2Sb2Pd/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they see when they look at me?&lt;br /&gt;Who are they to judge me&lt;br /&gt;If they never spoke with me?&lt;br /&gt;Never looked without laughing&lt;br /&gt;Never tried to see, see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t believe that it is only me&lt;br /&gt;The person to hate,&lt;br /&gt;The only left out&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t believe how they can be so mean&lt;br /&gt;If they could feel the brutal stings of their words,&lt;br /&gt;And the bitter cold when they laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more I&#39;m running&lt;br /&gt;Running away, I must hide&lt;br /&gt;Can&#39;t take anymore&lt;br /&gt;A fight to free me from an endless struggle with life&lt;br /&gt;Running, tell me how far should I go&lt;br /&gt;If they&#39;re all the same&lt;br /&gt;This fight...&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting my way through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t really want to be like them&lt;br /&gt;The way they behave,&lt;br /&gt;The way that they live&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t really need someone&lt;br /&gt;No people like that,&lt;br /&gt;But someone in a world with warmth and respect&lt;br /&gt;A world without the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be running&lt;br /&gt;Running away, I must hide&lt;br /&gt;Can&#39;t take anymore&lt;br /&gt;A fight to free me from an endless struggle with life&lt;br /&gt;Running, tell me how far should I go&lt;br /&gt;If they&#39;re all the same&lt;br /&gt;This fight...&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting my way through</description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/2007/05/eccentric-after-forever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462.post-8382510693265120469</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 07:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T08:57:09.318-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goldfinger</category><title>more today than yesterday</title><description>&lt;object height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/O50FDyuILl/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/O50FDyuILl/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;40&quot; width=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t remember what day it was&lt;br /&gt;I didn&#39;t notice what time it was&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And if all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;Every day&#39;s a new day in love with you&lt;br /&gt;With each day comes a new way of loving you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wonder&lt;br /&gt;And if all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But darling not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow makes each springtime just a day away&lt;br /&gt;Cupid we don&#39;t need you now be on your way&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger&lt;br /&gt;And I always will be true&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But darling not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day&#39;s a new day, every time I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Every time&#39;s a new way, every time I love ya...&lt;br /&gt;very day&#39;s a new day, every time I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Every time&#39;s a new way, every time I love ya...&lt;br /&gt;Every time i love ya...</description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/2007/05/kailangang-malaman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754246299841169462.post-5503646982965044908</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-06T23:42:33.564-07:00</atom:updated><title>exentrus maximus</title><description>&lt;div id=&quot;result_box&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;result_box&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;result_box&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;para las personas locos, salvajes, notorios, impares, excéntricos, sicopáticos, obsesionados pero agradables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;result_box&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;for crazy, wild, notorious, odd, eccentric, psychotic, obsessed but nice persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://exentricus.blogspot.com/2007/05/exentrus-maximus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>