<?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: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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270</id><updated>2024-03-07T04:53:06.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O] Cubed</title><subtitle type='html'>a look inside a foreign mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-115052445468905154</id><published>2006-06-17T02:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T02:09:24.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f being THERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.variety.com/graphics/photos/revieww/rwainwright_rufus_carnegie.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.variety.com/graphics/photos/revieww/rwainwright_rufus_carnegie.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;. June 15th, 2006. Rufus Wainwright. Carnegie Hall. Judy Garland. Dress Circle 3. Row CC. Seat 44.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful show. I met Anne Hathaway. Martha looked and sounded amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus made history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was there.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/115052445468905154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/115052445468905154?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/115052445468905154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/115052445468905154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-being-there.html' title='[O]f being THERE'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114532841193801053</id><published>2006-04-17T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:40:05.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[D]e las horas</title><content type='html'>Veinticuatro horas para cerrar la semana&lt;br /&gt;Veinticuatro horas para decir adios.&lt;br /&gt;Veinticuatro horas para terminarlo todo&lt;br /&gt;Veinticuatro horas desperdiciadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veinticuatro horas en mi casa&lt;br /&gt;Veinticuatro horas en mi patria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siete meses para el regreso.&lt;br /&gt;Siete meses de experimento.&lt;br /&gt;Siete meses de inseguridad.&lt;br /&gt;Siete meses de esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce horas para empaquetar.&lt;br /&gt;Doce horas para terminar.&lt;br /&gt;Doce horas para el comienzo.&lt;br /&gt;Doce horas para un final.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114532841193801053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114532841193801053?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114532841193801053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114532841193801053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/04/de-las-horas.html' title='[D]e las horas'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114472524243414864</id><published>2006-04-10T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:14:02.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Confessions...</title><content type='html'>The summer is shaping up to be one for major excitement and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC06918.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/DSC06918.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Wednesday [the 5th], Quinn, Adriane and I went to the Roxy to see Martha Wainwright open for Neko Case. Quinn is good friends with Brad, her bass player. To make a long story short, Martha and I are now like this [&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;crosses index and middle finger&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my enchanting evening backstage with the quirky Martha Wainwright, I have charmed her and her people enough for a second invite. [That and the wonderful Quinn Strassel].  On June 15th, I will be seeing Rufus Wainwright Live at Carnegie Hall in La Gran Manzana. I have pretty decent seats, those of front first level balcony. However, [and I&#39;m not banking too much on this] there is a chance that I will have the opportunity to go backstage after [or before] the concert to meet the amazing Rufus and see Martha and Brad one more time. Orgasmic. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2006/04/03/imageNYET15104031555.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 186px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2006/04/03/imageNYET15104031555.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, an event almost ten years in the making. Ever since Madonna visited Puerto Rico [during her Blonde Ambition Years] and wiped her crotch with the Puerto Rican flag [a big no no], I have been dying to see her live on stage. Well...the calls have been answered and this July 6th, I will be seeing Madge confess it all from 16th row. Orgasmic. I know.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114472524243414864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114472524243414864?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114472524243414864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114472524243414864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-confessions.html' title='[O]f Confessions...'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114351556651435967</id><published>2006-03-27T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:12:46.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f the best hour on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://tvmegasite.net/images/Web/newsitepics/prime/24/24logo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 162px;&quot; src=&quot;http://tvmegasite.net/images/Web/newsitepics/prime/24/24logo.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I have not talked about 24 this season at all. But after tonight&#39;s episode, one cannot deny that the best hour on television belongs to twenty-four. This season has been really interesting because they have taken a very different approach to the episodes than seasons past. There have been a lot of  sublte episodes with the dealings of the dumbass President, a lot of deaths, a lot of set-up. This episode was the kicker. Torture, deaths, betrayals, explosions, sexual harassment, oh my god I think about it and get chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 24</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114351556651435967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114351556651435967?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114351556651435967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114351556651435967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-best-hour-on-tv.html' title='[O]f the best hour on TV'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114232180326467095</id><published>2006-03-14T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:36:43.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/IMG_25621.1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/IMG_25621.1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned more about myself in this past week than I ever thought I would or want to know. Living through the rollercoaster of emotions that I was exposed to has given me more to love and want and desire and strive for than ever before. Life is too fucking short to let it sit idly by and come to you. I&#39;ve had to re-evaluate many things about my life, the things I&#39;m doing, the directions I am headed in, and the people that are important in my life. I still feel raw and shaken about the past week, and my thoughts, desires, and decisions are rather passionate and harsh, but this is the moment, just like in the movies, where the road splits in two, and the main character must make a choice that already has been made for him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114232180326467095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114232180326467095?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114232180326467095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114232180326467095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-reflections.html' title='[O]f reflections'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114143039829059247</id><published>2006-03-03T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:59:58.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a life less traveled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/104871095/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/43/104871095_0fe15cf8a0_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/104871095/&quot;&gt;life poster&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/oscalito/&quot;&gt;Oscalito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next few weeks are going to be interesting affairs and tests in my own personality, character, and soul. Tomorrow I leave to San Francisco, California, a place I have always dreamed of visiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t wait to drive down Lombardi, jump on a cable car, and take a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge. Ah the Golden Gate... everyone must think I&#39;m crazy, but I&#39;m dying to see it in person. To drive through it and into a Redwood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week might possibly be the biggest risk and adventure I have taken in a while. Uncertainty and nervousness overtake my emotions right now, as I have no idea what to expect from my Spring Break. I could have gone home, but that would have been the easy way out. I need to experience and live and do things I have never done. I might not be in Puerto Rico until Christmas, but I have the opportunities of a lifetime waiting for me in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I return from California, we begin pre-production on &#39;Sweet Catastrophe&#39; the final film for our Production 2 class. I&#39;ll be Director of Photography, and while not my original choice of job, still one I&#39;m supremely excited about undertaking. My experiece as DP will determine what the my next step after college will be. Looking forward to the future, I am contemplating continuing my studies and further developing my skills as either a director or cinematographer. This way I can truly find my calling and  move on to a professional setting where I would be truly comfortable working in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is still more than a year off, and I still need to focus on the new challenges that the time between now and December will bring. I had my two interviews to be a Resident Assistant, and by the end of the month, will know if I was offered a position [and whether or not I&#39;m taking it ;-)] Along with that, being Peer Advising Coordinator for COM next year is going to be quite the challenge, but, proving that I can handle it, I&#39;m very much ready to take on the beast of the new freshman class and twenty new Peer Advisors that will help me usher in the new era of Communicators.   I take with me to California and enveloped filled to the brim with 60 or so applications that I need to read over and evaluate before we begin conducting interviews. I have taken upon myself [and two others] to select the best of the best and pick the 20 individuals that are truly exceptional and will be the best welcome wagon to the class of 2010 [yikes!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is my blog. On March 8, 2006, my blog will officially be a year old. I&#39;m sad that I won&#39;t be around to create a one year post, but this is my way of recognizing it. It&#39;s amazing how much in a different place in life I was at this very moment one year ago, and how much has changed since then. The reasons for me being in PR, for creatying this blog, for the need to express myself, to write. I&#39;m glad I stuck to it and did something for myself for once. A lot has risen from this blog, from my writing lists to writing in another journal, to looking at things in a different light. Priorities have shifted, minds have expanded, and my life....well...It has lived...just not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will close my eyes and take another step into the unknown and the future. Let&#39;s take another ride, another year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a week.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114143039829059247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114143039829059247?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114143039829059247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114143039829059247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-life-less-traveled.html' title='[O]f a life less traveled.'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114137435311107541</id><published>2006-03-03T04:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T04:25:53.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f coming and going</title><content type='html'>Am I unwittingly sabotaging my own happiness and future?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the walking time bomb that I seem to be?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem like every action, has the opposite reaction that I seem to look for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things to look forward to in the coming months. But there are many things that scare me. The summer? A trip to Europe that may materialize...or blow up in my face? California?&lt;br /&gt;And when will I ever be home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puerto Rico is not in the cards for at least the next 9 or so months. Which now that I wrote this and actually thought about it, makes me want to cry. I&#39;ll be back after tears have been shed. For this and many more &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;razones&lt;/span&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114137435311107541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114137435311107541?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114137435311107541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114137435311107541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-coming-and-going.html' title='[O]f coming and going'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114102063879004558</id><published>2006-02-27T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:10:38.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[Of] me me me me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/104871112/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/39/104871112_db0218e2f6_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/104871112/&quot;&gt;clone party&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/oscalito/&quot;&gt;Oscalito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I have finally begun moving one from the whole &quot;let&#39;s live life with others in mind&quot; and trying to live for myself. This past ten days or so have been awesome and not because someone else has made them awesome but because I have done what I want, when I want, with the people  I want in the ways I want. I hate selfishness, but I think it&#39;s time that for once in my life I begin thinking about myself and making sure I&#39;m happy first and foremost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days, I&#39;ll be heading on out to San Francisco, a risky decision that was all me, all the time. A bunch of people told me not to go, but I&#39;ve always wanted to go to Cali, and I am making it happen. Next stop? Europe? Italia? Grad School? Espana? Who knows?!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114102063879004558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114102063879004558?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114102063879004558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114102063879004558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-me-me-me-me.html' title='[Of] me me me me'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114085092308740859</id><published>2006-02-25T03:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T03:02:03.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f the aforementioned wingmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/102310199/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/33/102310199_1b9a489316_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/102310199/&quot;&gt;Xtine and J Red&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/oscalito/&quot;&gt;Oscalito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bought me my first legal beer in a Boston bar. The other gave me my first tiny bar crawl, from Tonic to Our House, and introduced the joy of a Jager Bomb into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us went on a 5 day drinking binge that began with Mardi Gras and ended with Kareoke. We had a day of rest...and now the weekend has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s already complicated with one, let&#39;s keep it like that.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114085092308740859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114085092308740859?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114085092308740859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114085092308740859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-aforementioned-wingmen.html' title='[O]f the aforementioned wingmen'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114085020565626424</id><published>2006-02-25T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T02:50:05.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f the whole 21 thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/102310638/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/39/102310638_08d2f0c479_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/102310638/&quot;&gt;Mark Zupan is behind me&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/oscalito/&quot;&gt;Oscalito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So being 21 is pretty damn fun. Boston has become like a frigid Puerto Rico...you know... if Puerto Rico charged $6 for a Corona. I feel like the social gods have decended upon me after a three year hiatus, and I&#39;m like a 17 year old Puerto Rican discovering the glories of Old San Juan bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston [and the US] is quite different though. They check your ID EVERYWHERE. I guess it&#39;s all about sticking to the law, but it seems that people have such focus on drinking here and going to bars that there&#39;s no other choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puerto Rican social life is more about going and having fun with your friends and strangers, not about going out for a drink. The drinking and the bar thing is more of an afterthought to the whole situation. We go to one bar, have a drink, play pool, talk, maybe dance, then  keep going. It&#39;s so cold here that you need to think long and hard about moving anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it is a blast. I&#39;ve been to Pour House, T&#39;s Pub, Tonic, and Our House. And of course, the BU Pub. On the way, I&#39;ve picked up some new wingmen, Jared and Xtine, my partners in alcholic crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s to 80 more days of Jager Bombs and drunken five day marathons!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114085020565626424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114085020565626424?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114085020565626424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114085020565626424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-whole-21-thing.html' title='[O]f the whole 21 thing'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-114040156595735639</id><published>2006-02-19T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:12:45.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f turning legal again</title><content type='html'>Yup. I&#39;m 21, and none the wiser. Getting a beer at sunset or going out to a bar isn&#39;t even that exciting. But hey, liberties are liberties!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/114040156595735639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/114040156595735639?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114040156595735639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/114040156595735639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-turning-legal-again.html' title='[O]f turning legal again'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113852293765246020</id><published>2006-01-29T04:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T04:22:23.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate being single. it&#39;s not for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113852293765246020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113852293765246020?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113852293765246020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113852293765246020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-being-single.html' title=''/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113843724103959775</id><published>2006-01-28T04:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T04:34:01.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[D]e lo que es amar</title><content type='html'>para amarte necesito una razon&lt;br /&gt;y es dificil creer que no exista&lt;br /&gt;una mas que este amor&lt;br /&gt;sobra tanto dentro&lt;br /&gt;de este corazon&lt;br /&gt;que a pesar de que dicen&lt;br /&gt;que los anos son sabios&lt;br /&gt;todavia se siente el dolor&lt;br /&gt;porque todo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;que pase junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;dejo tejido su hilo dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;y aprendi a quitarle al tiempo&lt;br /&gt;los segundos tu mi hiciste&lt;br /&gt;ver el cielo aun mas profundo junto&lt;br /&gt;a ti creo que aumente mas de&lt;br /&gt;3 kilos con tus tantos&lt;br /&gt;dulces besos repartidos&lt;br /&gt;dessarollaste mi sentido&lt;br /&gt;del olfato y fue por ti que&lt;br /&gt;aprendi a querer los gatos&lt;br /&gt;despegaste del cemento&lt;br /&gt;mis zapatos para escapar&lt;br /&gt;los dos volando un rato.&lt;br /&gt;pero olvidaste una final&lt;br /&gt;instruccion porque aun&lt;br /&gt;no se como vivir sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;y descubri lo que&lt;br /&gt;significa una rosa&lt;br /&gt;me ensenaste decir&lt;br /&gt;mentiras piadosas&lt;br /&gt;para poder a verte&lt;br /&gt;a horas no adecuadas&lt;br /&gt;y a reemplazar palabras&lt;br /&gt;por miradas&lt;br /&gt;y fue por ti que escribi mas&lt;br /&gt;de 100 canciones&lt;br /&gt;y hasta perdone tus&lt;br /&gt;equivocaciones&lt;br /&gt;y conoci mas de mil formas de besar&lt;br /&gt;y fue por ti que descrubi&lt;br /&gt;lo que es amar&lt;br /&gt;lo que es amar...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113843724103959775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113843724103959775?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113843724103959775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113843724103959775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/de-lo-que-es-amar.html' title='[D]e lo que es amar'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113802942678673282</id><published>2006-01-23T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:17:06.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to this:&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/IMG_0891.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/IMG_0891.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt like this:&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/IMG_0840.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/IMG_0840.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113802942678673282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113802942678673282?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113802942678673282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113802942678673282'/><link rel='alternate' 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Son cosas pequenas que me dicen y me hablan del amor. Un email, una llamada, un libro, un recuerdo. A veces pienso que el amor es una jodienda, o una fuerza que se nos apodera y nos ciega. Pero pienso que hay que aprovecharse de la ceguez y entonces usar los sentidos que se convierten mas poderosos. Los olores del mundo, los sabores de la tierra, la musica de la vida, y el sentido de otro ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;En estos dias tan dificiles, cuando un amor tan fuerte se tiene que esconder, se tiene que resistir por las miles millas entre los dos seres, no puedo contener mi felicidad, mi sorpresa, ni mi amor, cuando abro mi gaveta y encuentro un mensaje directo desde Italia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&quot;te quiero, baby.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Asi lee el papel...y es lo unico que nesecito para saber que estos meses iran muy rapido...y muy pronto me volvere a reunir con el amor tan bello, verde, encantador y intoxicante que tuve con el chico liamsito.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113789257823345146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113789257823345146?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113789257823345146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113789257823345146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/del-amor.html' title='[D]el Amor'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113756801456885211</id><published>2006-01-18T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T03:06:54.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f the first day</title><content type='html'>...of classes that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had two beautiful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was walking towards cfa, listening to sigur ros...i began to feel grains falling on me. I looked around and realized that it was hail...something I had never experienced. The whole thing was very surreal...and the fact that I was heading towards cfa made it all the more weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was when I realized how much symmetry there is in the physical world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are good. Today was long. too damn long.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113756801456885211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113756801456885211?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113756801456885211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113756801456885211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-first-day.html' title='[O]f the first day'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113739546444268681</id><published>2006-01-16T03:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T03:11:04.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Borracho</title><content type='html'>Day 1 in Boston invluded tears, sweat and alcohol to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brokeback mountain made me yearn for a love like ennis and jack&#39;s and cry like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 24 made my herart race once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mike and josh made me laugh like 2005...circa  march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rollercoaster of emotions day. yet i cant shake the beauty and love of brokeback.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113739546444268681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113739546444268681?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113739546444268681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113739546444268681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-borracho.html' title='[O]f Borracho'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113713771058750430</id><published>2006-01-13T03:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:35:10.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not a single more tear</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113713771058750430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113713771058750430?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113713771058750430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113713771058750430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-single-more-tear.html' title=''/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113669985968779232</id><published>2006-01-08T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:57:39.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Updates</title><content type='html'>On the right of the webpage is a place where you can write your email so that everytime I update, you get an email saying that I&#39;ve updated the blog. Subscribe and create a Gmail label. Doooo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Canon Digital Rebel XT. Me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year Photo look coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113669985968779232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113669985968779232?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113669985968779232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113669985968779232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-updates.html' title='[O]f Updates'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113643066178999783</id><published>2006-01-08T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:55:59.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f &#39;06 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Maybe this time I&#39;ll actually keep up these resolutions and in the next year look back and proudly see how much I have accomplished. I think my current state of being will help me keep busy and try more and more new things and maybe not finish these, but at least give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;So without further adieu(?), here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep my &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;grades/school &lt;/span&gt;work up. I am taking more classes this semester than I ever have, but I know I can keep it together and survive it all. Is it wrong that I right now want to audit a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;sixth class&lt;/span&gt;? Am I crazy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try out some &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;yoga/zen meditation&lt;/span&gt;. Both Nicole and Isa have expressed interest in this, and I plan to make it happen, whether it is through PDPs or studios, or buying a book and some DVDs, I will try it out and see where it takes me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work on more &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;calligraphy&lt;/span&gt;. Liam tapped onto a little quirk of mine (saying how I like something or want to do something or try something out, but never actually do it), and has inspired me to follow through with his book and pen gift and actually get good at calligraphy. Today I went to get another book or better pens but was unable to find something worthwhile. I have been practicing all month, and I have no plans of stopping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Work out&lt;/span&gt;. Even if it means going running @ fitrec every day, I need to get into better shape. OOCS made me feel like a pig all summer with the grotesque amount of junk food they fed us, and my complete disregard for the gym. My goal isn&#39;t to lose weight as much as it is to feel better about myself, and not be so uncomfortable in my shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot keep spending money like I did all last year. If I learned anything from Liam it&#39;s his non-materialism. I need to evaluate things A LOT more before giving up my cash, especially taking Production II this semester.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Prod II short&lt;/span&gt; that means something. And that I&#39;m 100% proud of. A lot of work, but I think I have it in me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not be afraid to be &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Not even single, but doing thins alone; like eating at the dining hall, going shopping, going to a museum, or seeing a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check my &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;emotions &lt;/span&gt;at the door. I need to keep it together for the next 5 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not allow &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;the weather to depress me&lt;/span&gt;. It happened last year, and the situation of the present could add potentiality to this one, but I will not let it happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Write more&lt;/span&gt;. In my blog, in my journal, in emails, in screenplays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;. No matter what happens in my personal life, I want to travel to Europe even if it&#39;s by myself at some point this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Not apologize&lt;/span&gt; so much. Sometimes I can hear myself apologizing and annoy myself at the moment. Believe me I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try out different&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt; martinis&lt;/span&gt;. I just like them, and want them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;COOK &lt;/span&gt;a lot more in my apartment. Try out different recipes, and try to even eat healthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep expanding my &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;musical &lt;/span&gt;tastes. I think I did pretty good this year. Now for more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Stop &lt;/span&gt;watching so much TV. Get out more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go see more films at &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Coolidge, Brattle, and &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Kendall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a few wishes for 2006. These are different than resolutions, at least in my eyes. And whatever it&#39;s my blog so I can call whatever I want however I desire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Liam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Return to &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;NYC&lt;/span&gt;: I went 3 amazing times to the city in 2005. I want to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;RENT &lt;/span&gt;on Broadway &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Only through rush tix of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And on that note, seeing &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Sweeney Todd &lt;/span&gt;with better seats would be awesome too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fine I want to see &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Wicked &lt;/span&gt;too....damn what&#39;s with all the musical theater? I blame the summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The Legend of Zelda&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Twilight Princess&lt;/span&gt;. Always a good year when a new Zelda is released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a cheap, awesome&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;summer home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I have so many more wishes, dreams and resolutions for 2006, but I will stop here. The most important one?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Live my life one day at a time. Not freak out about the future. Accept things for what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113643066178999783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113643066178999783?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113643066178999783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113643066178999783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-06-resolutions.html' title='[O]f &#39;06 Resolutions'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113582844481765674</id><published>2006-01-08T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:52:27.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Favorites &#39;05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;As this year comes to an end, it is time for me to raise a glass and look back at the year 2005. This was a year when I truly grew porbably more than I ever have in the past five or so years. I learned a lot about myself, about relationships, about friends, about life, and about opening up than I&#39;ve ever had before. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Si la vida esta para darte sorpresas, ninguna fue mas grande de lo que me llego en este ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The following is a list of my favorite everything about this year, in no particular order...and of course i always forget things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Favorite Films:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;40 Year Old Virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Capote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Were Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Jarhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Harry Potter and the goblet of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Star Wars Episode III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;March of the Penguins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Constantine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Favorite Cds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessions on a Dance Floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M.O.T.A.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fijacion Oral Vol. 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brokeback Mountain Soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rent Movie Soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Illinoise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extraordinary Machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;X&amp;Y&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Emancipation of Mimi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Favorite Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We Belong Together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose Control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Tortura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fake Palindromes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saeglopur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Day of my Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;X&amp;amp;Y&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ritmo que pesa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extraordinary Machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O&#39; Sailor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bleed Like Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forbidden Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don&#39;t want to say goodbye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Favorite Television:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Project Runway 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Simpsons!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody Hates Chris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113582844481765674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113582844481765674?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113582844481765674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113582844481765674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-favorites-05.html' title='[O]f Favorites &#39;05'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113617028361332441</id><published>2006-01-01T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:51:23.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f &#39;05: Achievements</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! Here bgins my posts looking back at possibly my favorite year of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Achievements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A soaring GPA: it reached an all-time high in May, and I somehow managed to hold it together for Spring &#39;05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SA for COM: I wanted this job from the moment I stepped foot on BU, and I managed to get it. Needless to say, it resulted in the best summer of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer in Boston. aka away from PR: see above. done and done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got cultured in [theater]: I saw around 7 or 8 shows this year, more than my whole life combined. Four of those were on Broadway, including the fantastic Sweeney Todd. I experienced the harsh romance of the opera Carmen @ the A.R.T., the visual splendor of the Lion King, the raunchy humor of Avenue Q, and the concert stylings of Rent. I saw many of what CFA had to offer this semester, and it made me irk at anything Stage Troupe dared to put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got cultured in [music]: My musical preferences have drastically changed this year. From discovering artists like Rufus Wainwright, Erykah Badu, the Roots, Sufjan Stevens, Bjork, and more that I&#39;ve ignored most of my life, I saw a different part of my subconcious come to light. The most interesting part of it was how I began to ignore and see how much I didn&#39;t care for some of the music I used to love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw  RENT!:  When I got to college everyone kept saying there was one show on Broadway that I had to see. Two and a half years later, on second row, I finally saw RENT and fell in love with what everyone already knew. Much shaming thus commenced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yea am I missing anything....oh wait right.... mr. l. mulshine was the greatest one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are many more but these are the ones that I can think of right now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113617028361332441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113617028361332441?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113617028361332441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113617028361332441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-05-achievements.html' title='[O]f &#39;05: Achievements'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113599166682094657</id><published>2005-12-30T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:20:02.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[D]e mi corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Maybe it&#39;s time to be clear about who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I am someone who is looking for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Real love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;can&#39;t-live-without-each-other love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;-SATC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;Verde que te quiero verde...&lt;br /&gt;-Lorca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Reflejando de mi pasado y el presente y en lo que me espera este futuro inseguro, miro hacia adelante con confianza y esperanza. El mundo no se acaba, sino que empieza de otra manera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113599166682094657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113599166682094657?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113599166682094657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113599166682094657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/12/de-mi-corazn.html' title='[D]e mi corazón'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113573459302069699</id><published>2005-12-27T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:49:53.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f not quite new year&#39;s resolutions</title><content type='html'>I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find something to do each day I&#39;m here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find something I&#39;ve never done in Puerto Rico...and do it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will visit the museums it has to offer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will travel on my own and keep myself busy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I won&#39;t:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay in my house thinking and moping about Liam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freak out about the dumbest things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Create inecessary problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to overcompensate Liam&#39;s absence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overwork myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But still:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&#39;ll miss liam like crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work to build a bridge between DC and PR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or maybe Boston and Arezzo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be happy with myself, the moment, the situation, the future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and count the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113573459302069699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113573459302069699?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113573459302069699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113573459302069699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-not-quite-new-years-resolutions.html' title='[O]f not quite new year&#39;s resolutions'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113556651289381202</id><published>2005-12-25T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:12:34.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC06560.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/DSC06560.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Navidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113556651289381202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/11305270/113556651289381202?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113556651289381202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113556651289381202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-navidad.html' title='[O]f Navidad'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06638247230392091554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/a%20new%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>