<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247600644028129208</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:21:34.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chair's empty, feel free</title><subtitle type='html'>I Heave a sigh, punch in letters, then you'll know why</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ice Art</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247600644028129208.post-3674916223056366898</id><published>2008-03-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:04:56.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluetooth Me</title><content type='html'>Eww, sounds carnal..XD kidding&lt;br /&gt;I bought a blue tooth dongle today, because i can't seem to find ANY driver for my Motorola phone in the Internet. The local store that offers support told me that they can't give it for free. So instead of getting pissed off, i finally shelled out some moolah just to be able to transfer what i consider black mail potential photos and have a back up in my pc just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering, yes, i'm procrastinating again. This time i'm supposed to edit my finals in radio production, a radio drama that stars my chicken-like voice and ecO's.  Its due tomorrow morning at 10 am..Its 10:45pm now. So i should stop fidgeting and swinging my feet to and fro and get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this i'm gonna get a few days off then, back to work.I need to find an ojt before April first.  Im thinking events or probably in the p.r, marketing or advertising of a company. Who knows. I'll keep this updated. I wish.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8247600644028129208-3674916223056366898?l=flamesprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/feeds/3674916223056366898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247600644028129208&amp;postID=3674916223056366898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/3674916223056366898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/3674916223056366898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/2008/03/bluetooth-me.html' title='Bluetooth Me'/><author><name>Ice Art</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247600644028129208.post-4219850161146345828</id><published>2008-03-18T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:12:20.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkest Time is Right Before The Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>okay, so for the past few days i've been doing nothing but ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's really a black space in people's hearts that is difficult to erradicate.&lt;br /&gt;its called emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im on a leash,&lt;br /&gt;only to find out i was the one tugginh the other end of the leash&lt;br /&gt;i brought it upon myself,&lt;br /&gt;like many how humorous plots go&lt;br /&gt;its a man vs himself conflict&lt;br /&gt;...cold feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was i even thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would crumble without you in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i asked you to take care of my heart&lt;br /&gt;you said&lt;br /&gt;"of course, take care of mine too"&lt;br /&gt;simplistic in many angles,&lt;br /&gt;but moving and true&lt;br /&gt;In an instance, what i have to live for flashed before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am frustrated with the things i cannot do&lt;br /&gt;yet it doesn't mean i cannot try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ableubugou, ecO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8247600644028129208-4219850161146345828?l=flamesprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/feeds/4219850161146345828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247600644028129208&amp;postID=4219850161146345828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/4219850161146345828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/4219850161146345828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/2008/03/darkest-time-is-right-before-sun-shines.html' title='The Darkest Time is Right Before The Sun Shines'/><author><name>Ice Art</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247600644028129208.post-2518761100947960057</id><published>2008-03-12T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:46:32.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Windows of a Barren Wasteland</title><content type='html'>72 waking hours, its probably time for me to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, there's something im compelled to do, or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;As contradicting as it may sound because i am a girl&lt;br /&gt;I have this deep fear of long-time commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is one person who shook this fear that i made into a belief.&lt;br /&gt;Who posted propositions that drove me to question my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days of doing my finals..Its taking a toll on me and im afraid i might not do justice to what i wished to convey in the first place. Still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else who knows the language of my soul with such fluency as you. And yes, there are many things i have selfishly sketched in my planner for life,but im sure i could make some space for someone as  articulate as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as far as the extent of my lucidity would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ableubugou ecO,&lt;br /&gt;--icE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8247600644028129208-2518761100947960057?l=flamesprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/feeds/2518761100947960057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247600644028129208&amp;postID=2518761100947960057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/2518761100947960057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/2518761100947960057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/2008/03/through-windows-of-barren-wasteland.html' title='Through the Windows of a Barren Wasteland'/><author><name>Ice Art</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247600644028129208.post-8025100797818859853</id><published>2008-03-04T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:55:28.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in Silence</title><content type='html'>By Ice Artificio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare my soul,&lt;br /&gt;strip me naked of all&lt;br /&gt;pretenses of courage and&lt;br /&gt;acceptance, i possess neither&lt;br /&gt;for the world, in all its beauty&lt;br /&gt;would wither with your absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me,&lt;br /&gt;shudder in the cold wind,&lt;br /&gt;embrace longing claws in darkness&lt;br /&gt;cherish pangs of an anguished soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break free this silence of grief&lt;br /&gt;reveal an insolent child condoling herself&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;other hands could not console&lt;br /&gt;an emptiness for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me,&lt;br /&gt;crash and drown&lt;br /&gt;in saline that is mine&lt;br /&gt;for a single moment&lt;br /&gt;allow a stature of helplessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwill me to stand for others who grief&lt;br /&gt;bid me to kneel alongside them&lt;br /&gt;more than empathize with hearts who bleed&lt;br /&gt;these veins may run dry&lt;br /&gt;but facts will not be altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me,&lt;br /&gt;forever be in this state&lt;br /&gt;if it would grant me&lt;br /&gt;a crack in the strands of time&lt;br /&gt;to mutter what i failed to&lt;br /&gt;those of affection and gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant vain hopes&lt;br /&gt;hear a response&lt;br /&gt;graze your existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me,&lt;br /&gt;gnaw in envy for sentiments&lt;br /&gt;that are not mine&lt;br /&gt;and those of ours&lt;br /&gt;hidden selfishly under&lt;br /&gt;a blanket of sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i cannot,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how distant&lt;br /&gt;my screams would echo beyond the skies&lt;br /&gt;i remain to be beneath them,&lt;br /&gt;beneath you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---This is something i wrote for my kuya (kuya means older brother).This work, although it is not the finest as most would say, is very special to me. If in the event you wish to copy it, i do not mind as long as you credit. Thanks!^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8247600644028129208-8025100797818859853?l=flamesprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/feeds/8025100797818859853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247600644028129208&amp;postID=8025100797818859853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/8025100797818859853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/8025100797818859853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-in-silence.html' title='All in Silence'/><author><name>Ice Art</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247600644028129208.post-3150271044346437727</id><published>2008-03-04T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:49:32.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most days</title><content type='html'>Funny how words that are worth saying spill out at the worst possible time. And when you try to blurt it out or scribble it, just washes away like some ill-mannered child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i wanted to write every thought that has been pestering me. It sucks because its difficult to slip off every other cliche that has been told the nth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person, has the capability to decide for himself or herself. The consequences are entirely up to him/her. Like many other ironic films you have seen, i am unable to make one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, i dally with questions with no correct answers. Incoherence and frustration slips in after.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me, im just a bit drowsy.Its 3:47 am, im still stuck in a quagmire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i''ll post something better tomorrow..Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's just like this. most days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8247600644028129208-3150271044346437727?l=flamesprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/feeds/3150271044346437727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247600644028129208&amp;postID=3150271044346437727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/3150271044346437727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/3150271044346437727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/2008/03/most-days.html' title='Most days'/><author><name>Ice Art</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247600644028129208.post-7523456102990937462</id><published>2008-03-03T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:17:46.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>A first post dedicated to all the things that i should be doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;PROCRASTINATION continues it's reign!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and if you're one of my professors: no, i'm still not doing my final requirement for your subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To define what i'm exactly doing(so that my teachers won't murder me the next time i pretend not to notice them in school). This an outlet!!(okay--sure thing..)  and when  you can no longer keep your attention in studying (something that i don't really do), it helps to take a break. This is one of em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i've decided to move my blog, i don't really have a reason as to why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting some of my crappy works here, please if in the event that an intergalactic force confuses your brain into believing that they're actually good, again please, don't forget to credit and inform me..I'd really appreciate it ^^.. Love the  site? Love the owner!..or not =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--icE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8247600644028129208-7523456102990937462?l=flamesprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/feeds/7523456102990937462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247600644028129208&amp;postID=7523456102990937462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/7523456102990937462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247600644028129208/posts/default/7523456102990937462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesprite.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>Ice Art</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
