<?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-11305270</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:42:19.593-04:00</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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>100</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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.variety.com/graphics/photos/revieww/rwainwright_rufus_carnegie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.variety.com/graphics/photos/revieww/rwainwright_rufus_carnegie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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="font-style: italic;"&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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-115052445468905154?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rogerbourland.com/redblackwindow/' title='[O]f being THERE'/><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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=115052445468905154&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114532841193801053?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114532841193801053&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC06918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/DSC06918.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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="font-style: italic;"&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'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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2006/04/03/imageNYET15104031555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2006/04/03/imageNYET15104031555.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114472524243414864?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114472524243414864&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tvmegasite.net/images/Web/newsitepics/prime/24/24logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 162px;" src="http://tvmegasite.net/images/Web/newsitepics/prime/24/24logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I have not talked about 24 this season at all. But after tonight'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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114351556651435967?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114351556651435967&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/IMG_25621.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/IMG_25621.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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've had to re-evaluate many things about my life, the things I'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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114232180326467095?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114232180326467095&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/104871095/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/104871095_0fe15cf8a0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/104871095/"&gt;life poster&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oscalito/"&gt;Oscalito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&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'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'm crazy, but I'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 'Sweet Catastrophe' the final film for our Production 2 class. I'll be Director of Photography, and while not my original choice of job, still one I'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'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'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'm sad that I won't be around to create a one year post, but this is my way of recognizing it. It'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'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's take another ride, another year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114143039829059247?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114143039829059247&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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'll be back after tears have been shed. For this and many more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;razones&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114137435311107541?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114137435311107541&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/104871112/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/104871112_db0218e2f6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/104871112/"&gt;clone party&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oscalito/"&gt;Oscalito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I have finally begun moving one from the whole "let's live life with others in mind" 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's time that for once in my life I begin thinking about myself and making sure I'm happy first and foremost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days, I'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'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114102063879004558?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114102063879004558&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/102310199/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/102310199_1b9a489316_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/102310199/"&gt;Xtine and J Red&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oscalito/"&gt;Oscalito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&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's already complicated with one, let's keep it like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114085092308740859?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114085092308740859&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/102310638/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/102310638_08d2f0c479_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/102310638/"&gt;Mark Zupan is behind me&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oscalito/"&gt;Oscalito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&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'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's all about sticking to the law, but it seems that people have such focus on drinking here and going to bars that there'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'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've been to Pour House, T's Pub, Tonic, and Our House. And of course, the BU Pub. On the way, I've picked up some new wingmen, Jared and Xtine, my partners in alcholic crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 80 more days of Jager Bombs and drunken five day marathons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114085020565626424?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114085020565626424&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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'm 21, and none the wiser. Getting a beer at sunset or going out to a bar isn't even that exciting. But hey, liberties are liberties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-114040156595735639?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=114040156595735639&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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's not for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113852293765246020?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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' 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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...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113843724103959775?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113843724103959775&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/IMG_0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/IMG_0891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/IMG_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/IMG_0840.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113802942678673282?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113802942678673282&amp;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' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-morning.html' title='[O]f a morning'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113789257823345146</id><published>2006-01-21T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:20:09.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[D]el Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo pienso que en realidad en los veinte anos de mi vida, nunca habia estado enamorado...hasta ahora. 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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"te quiero, baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113789257823345146?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113789257823345146&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113756801456885211?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113756801456885211&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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'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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113739546444268681?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113739546444268681&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113713771058750430?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113713771058750430&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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'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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113669985968779232?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113669985968779232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 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/07166447982165884452</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>4</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 '06 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe this time I'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="font-style: italic;"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sixth class&lt;/span&gt;? Am I crazy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try out some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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'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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot keep spending money like I did all last year. If I learned anything from Liam it'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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Prod II short&lt;/span&gt; that means something. And that I'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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;. No matter what happens in my personal life, I want to travel to Europe even if it's by myself at some point this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; martinis&lt;/span&gt;. I just like them, and want them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Coolidge, Brattle, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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'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="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Liam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Return to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RENT &lt;/span&gt;on Broadway &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wicked &lt;/span&gt;too....damn what's with all the musical theater? I blame the summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Legend of Zelda&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;summer home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113643066178999783?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113643066178999783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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 &apos;06 Resolutions'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-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 '05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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've ever had before. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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="font-style: italic;"&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite Films:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;40 Year Old Virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Were Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jarhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the goblet of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars Episode III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March of the Penguins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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' 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'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113582844481765674?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113582844481765674&amp;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 &apos;05'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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 '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 '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'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'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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113617028361332441?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113617028361332441&amp;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 &apos;05: Achievements'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maybe it's time to be clear about who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am someone who is looking for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Real love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;can't-live-without-each-other love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-SATC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Verde que te quiero verde...&lt;br /&gt;-Lorca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113599166682094657?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113599166682094657&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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's resolutions</title><content type='html'>I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find something to do each day I'm here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find something I'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'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'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'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113573459302069699?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113573459302069699&amp;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&apos;s resolutions'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC06560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/DSC06560.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Navidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113556651289381202?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&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.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113556651289381202&amp;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/07166447982165884452</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-113479083080984936</id><published>2005-12-16T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:40:30.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f the end, and the beginning</title><content type='html'>So I am back in GuadamexiRico. It's sweltering hot and I'm missing my love.&lt;br /&gt;Soon Liam will be in Italia, I'll be back in Boston, and my nipples will be frozen once again.&lt;br /&gt;But first, Puerto Rico....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you matzabalito.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113479083080984936?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113479083080984936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113479083080984936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113479083080984936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113479083080984936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-end-and-beginning.html' title='[O]f the end, and the beginning'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113393097052634530</id><published>2005-12-07T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:49:30.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f right here, right now</title><content type='html'>There's something eerie about being in my room, watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todo sobre mi madre&lt;/span&gt;, that strangely parallels last year when I saw it at the Holiday Inn. This semester needs to end, so I can face the things I've been dreading since June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113393097052634530?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113393097052634530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113393097052634530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113393097052634530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113393097052634530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-right-here-right-now.html' title='[O]f right here, right now'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113350372444967448</id><published>2005-12-02T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T02:08:44.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's to the next year sucking just as much as the same time this year did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Oscar! Love, Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113350372444967448?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113350372444967448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113350372444967448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113350372444967448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113350372444967448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/12/heres-to-next-year-sucking-just-as.html' title=''/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113324306241861403</id><published>2005-11-29T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:44:22.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113324306241861403?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113324306241861403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113324306241861403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113324306241861403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113324306241861403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113315954306973115</id><published>2005-11-28T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T02:46:38.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[Ol]f Rent</title><content type='html'>This might be a little crazy...bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard anticipating anything. Anything you know and love.&lt;br /&gt;Tell it to the Star Wars lover, the LOTR geeks, and Potter maniacs, of which I am two for three. The anticipation for these movies has been almost as unbearable as having nothing more to look forward to. Since Return of the King, I haven't really had a movie I was desperately dying to see. Return of the Sith came and went, but I had no fire to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this summer, I went to NY, and saw RENT, second row, center. I finally saw the show everyone told me I had to see, and I was completely blown away. The music, the heart, the feeling, the sights of the show just made me fall in love. Soon after, to the pain of my man, I learnt the songs and couldn't stop listening to the soundtrack. I was obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my obsession continued and grew as the movie release drew near. It had been a few years since I was so passionate about an upcoming release. Not because I knew it was going to be an amazing film [because it's not], but because RENT had wedged a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've seen the film twice, I can honestly say: It might be one of my worst, favorite movies ever. I have to say that I loved it, but at the same time, it might be the most frustrating movie I have ever seen in my life. Chris Columbus directed the film, and he succeeded at bringing the heart, passion and love of the musical to film, but in so many little places, he failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;RENT - the opening number is a fantastic ensemble sequence, featuring all of Avenue A singing and burning their eviction notices at a tiny Benny. The sequence is chilling and a great start to the film.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;One Song Glory - cool flashback, but what happened to "his girlfriend April left a note, saying we've got AIDS, before slitting her wrists in the bathroom"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light my Candle - simple and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today 4 U - awesome. Angel is the most fun character in the show, and his entrance is fantastic. Made me have the same reaction as when i saw it on stage "wtf?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tango: Maureen -  the most stagey of all the numbers. The tango is sensual and playful and worked very well. Sad to see Maureen so early on though. Took away from her real entrance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life Support - it was a bit awkward at first with all the dialogue, but once the music began it all became ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out Tonight - ok. the very first half of this song was genious. Mimi at the Cat Scratch club, her desperate, sexy dance with her patrons. The lights and the glitz. All awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will I? - a sad song and the beginning of the emotional core of the film. It was a great moment when all the life support people joined in the song. It dragged a bit, but Roger's entrance made it all better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll Cover You - the sweetest love story and scene was right here between Angel and Collins. Nothing that Mimi or Roger do ever comes close to this moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over the Moon - I very much disliked this number in the stage version of the show. I was already confused as to what was going on, and the number confused and turned me off. In the film, however, the protest is given depth and weight with Maureen's performance and the elements that enhance it. Hilarious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La vie Boheme - this was it. Flawless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La vie Bohene B - my favorite number and sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take me or Leave Me - the Maureen/Joanne faceoff is an understated showstopper that manages to impress and in some moments even outshine the spectacular vie Boheme.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll Cover You (Reprise) - ok let the waterworks begin. A truly moving number that was done very simply, letting the music be the star, and nothing else.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;What didn't work so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out Tonight -  the second half of this number was truly a disaster. Mimi walking around the streets alone? the empty streets? no emotion, just cold distance. Mimi singing in the fire escape? cold. there was a fire lacking in the directing and creation of the scene. No fault to Rosario Dawson, but Chris Columbus should have littered the streets with New Yorkers flirting with Mimi and her having her way with them. He should also have opened up the fire escape and have a bunch of other women dancing the night away with Mimi from their own views of their fire escapes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Day - a wonderful song is marred by unexcitement and blandness. The song is fantastic and still manages to provoke emotion, yet the direction the scene takes is a little absurd. Mimi and Roger's argument from the streets to the balcony might be okay, but the cheese factor is pulled in when Mark, Angel and Collins arrive out of nowhere to play into the argument. They all just stand there as the camera goes back and forth, showing the same exact expressions as the sing. Mimi should move around, stand on a car or something to express her true pain; Roger should walk and work the balcony to express his pain; and the whole company should have witnessed the event, not just the three supporting players.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Santa Fe - oh man. A song about the joys of leaving New York and dreaming of a different life should not take place in the cold and lifeless Subway of NY. Collins and Angel jump around poles, but the song should have been opened up to the streets of NY and Central Park, where a simple shot of the horizon would say more than any verse out of the character's mouths.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should tell you - Mimi and Roger walk down the alley, stop, come back, and kiss. All while snow falls on them. Exciting? not at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seasons of Love - oh wow. First of all, this song has absolutely no emotional connection at the beginning of the film and becomes irrelevant and stupid in the way it is used. There is no narrative connection with the opening, and should have been saved for the end credits. The reprise works a little better, but it's a voice over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without you - the images work very well, but playing over a montage takes away the integrity of the musical. If they are to sing their deepest emotions, then why make the climax a series of images of their lives?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What You Own - absolutely horrid. should be excised out of the film and made into dialogue. or something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween/Goodbye, Love - the greatest moments of self reflection, internal conflict, and heartbreak are not in the film. MISTAKE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Overall I enjoyed the movie a lot, but it had many directorial misstapes that held it back from being as great as I expected it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113315954306973115?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113315954306973115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113315954306973115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113315954306973115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113315954306973115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/11/olf-rent.html' title='[Ol]f Rent'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113264095679419794</id><published>2005-11-22T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:29:16.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f awww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC064511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/DSC064511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So CFA had a little prom on Saturday. Liam and I were a little late...erm...we were able to enjoy all of 30 minutes of the party. Oh wells. We had fun, and I blame the Puerto Rican food. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113264095679419794?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113264095679419794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113264095679419794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113264095679419794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113264095679419794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/11/of-awww.html' title='[O]f awww'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113263118831902153</id><published>2005-11-21T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:46:28.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Turkeys</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is upon me. Tomorrow I join my adoptive family [the Mulshines] for the weekend. I think I can pull of the Jewish thing for a few days. No problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;See RENT. Because the 12 year old girl in me is yelling for some musical passion and unabashed corniness. I truly can't wait.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Watch WAR of the WORLDS. Because the unapologetic Spielberg-popcorn-flick-lover inside me can't deny how much I truly loved this film.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Write my TV final scene. Because I have no excuse to stop doing work just because I have no finals.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Somehow start my Profane Final. Because Almodovar's twisted genre [and genders] finally inspired me enough to write about sex and violence.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Make the Mulshines love me. Because it has to happen.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Not go crazy spending on Black Friday.  Because I can't afford it.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I'm currently listening to Shakira's new english language album. It's okay so far. The one song I truly like right now is called "Illegal".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113263118831902153?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113263118831902153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113263118831902153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113263118831902153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113263118831902153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/11/of-turkeys.html' title='[O]f 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>my veins are about to pop. and i'm about to either kill or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go for the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113099306755507311?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113099306755507311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113099306755507311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113099306755507311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113099306755507311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-veins-are-about-to-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113091635379749351</id><published>2005-11-02T03:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T03:25:53.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f landing</title><content type='html'>falling falling falling. that's what i kept thinking the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;falling falling falling. was something i kept questioning for long.&lt;br /&gt;falling falling falling. it scared me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;falling falling falling. gray future, blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;falling falling falling. i guess i'll accept.&lt;br /&gt;falling falling falling. i seem to land.&lt;br /&gt;falling falling falling. and it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;falling falling falling. no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113091635379749351?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113091635379749351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113091635379749351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113091635379749351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113091635379749351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/11/of-landing.html' title='[O]f landing'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113046128375925825</id><published>2005-10-27T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:01:23.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a quick update</title><content type='html'>Okay so this is very not me, but I've read a few things that I need to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first: My lifelong friend Faccio Figueroa is currently in third place at the youth Hobie Cat World Championships in South Africa. I've known this kid since I was I believe 4, and I wouldn't be surprised to see him in the 2008 Olympics representing Puerto Rico.&lt;a href="http://www.hobieworlds.co.za/HobieWorlds/results/youth_overall.html"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt; are the current standings of the races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/copy_of_Beached_Hobies%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/copy_of_Beached_Hobies%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Faccio is in the far left, with the white stripe down his sleeve. Go to the website to see the big thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I just read that Peter Jackson's King Kong is going to be three hours long. Normally this would be a bad sign, but hey, this man made a damn good 13 hour movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...now i dont remember anything else. I'm too excited about Faccio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113046128375925825?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113046128375925825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113046128375925825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113046128375925825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113046128375925825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-quick-update.html' title='[O]f a quick update'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113045951200421097</id><published>2005-10-27T20:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T20:32:49.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f musical things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/Madonnanews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/Madonnanews.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Madonna's new video is hot. Her new album hopefully will be as well. That is all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Shakira's new video, for "Don't Bother", is unfortunately not as good as the ones for "No" and "La Tortura." The song's awesome, and I'm sure Oral Fixation Vol. 2 will be good, but I doubt it'll be as good as Vol. 1.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;This is for Liam: &lt;a href="http://www.nme.com/news/rufus-wainwright/21360"&gt;Rufus to rerelease Want.&lt;/a&gt; I'll get to see Rufus-love, now that I'm in on it as well. Maybe I'll even buy the CD.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;So Harriet Myers withdrew her nomination to the Supreme Court. Anyone surprised by this?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Tomorrow I leave for NYC with Liam. We're seeing Sweeney Todd and The Lion King on Broadway. Awesome? I think so.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mozilla-image-toolbar-div" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0px; float: left; position: absolute; z-index: 100; top: 13px; left: 13px; display: none;"&gt;&lt;box id="mozilla-image-toolbar" hidden="false"&gt;&lt;toolbar class="toolbar-primary chromeclass-toolbar" mode="icons"&gt;&lt;toolbarbutton label="" class="mozilla-image-toolbar" id="imageToolbarSaveImage"&gt;&lt;/toolbarbutton&gt;&lt;toolbarbutton label="" class="mozilla-image-toolbar" id="imageToolbarCopyImage"&gt;&lt;/toolbarbutton&gt;&lt;toolbarbutton label="" class="mozilla-image-toolbar" id="imageToolbarEmailImage" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/toolbarbutton&gt;&lt;toolbarbutton label="" class="mozilla-image-toolbar" id="imageToolbarPrintImage" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/toolbarbutton&gt;&lt;toolbarbutton label="" class="mozilla-image-toolbar" id="imageToolbarOpenFolder"&gt;&lt;/toolbarbutton&gt;&lt;/toolbar&gt;&lt;/box&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;link&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113045951200421097?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113045951200421097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113045951200421097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113045951200421097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113045951200421097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-musical-things_27.html' title='[O]f musical things'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113029328042116300</id><published>2005-10-25T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:21:20.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a lonesome task</title><content type='html'>Pretty soon I'm going to have to get over my irrational fear of doing things alone. Eating at the dining hall, going to the movies, concerts, shows, shopping, walking, etc. Because very soon, that's exactly how I'm going to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113029328042116300?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113029328042116300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113029328042116300&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113029328042116300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113029328042116300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-lonesome-task.html' title='[O]f a lonesome task'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-113021280237213752</id><published>2005-10-24T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:00:02.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a secret...post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/1600/happy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/1600/happy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113021280237213752?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113021280237213752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113021280237213752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113021280237213752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113021280237213752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-secretpost.html' title='[O]f a secret...post'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-113012089059609842</id><published>2005-10-23T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:28:10.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f an unknown powerhouse</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend my eyes were opened to something very few people at BU know about, CFA shows. Now, a lot of people know about acting and theater and music majors in this university, but it is very few of us that take the time out to see these shows. Now granted, I probably wouldn't have taken the time to see any show had my boyfriend not been in one of them and introduced me to so many wonderful people, but regardless, I saw two shows that blew me away. Troilus and Cressida, the Shakespeare play about the Trojan War, and Trojan Women, the tragic story of the surviving women of the Trojan war, were exercises in excellent acting. The first featured an ensemble cast that brought to life the inter-relationships of the Greeks and the Trojans in a bare stage. The three hour production was sharply acted, and the three hours breezed on by. I didn't know what to expect coming in, especially of what Liam had told me about it, but I was pleasantly surprised and excited once the show was over. Trojan Women, on the other hand, was performed in a classroom, but the raw performances by the all-female cast was absolutely breathtaking. I was at a loss for words in the end and near tears at some points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing about these shows is that nobody goes to see them. Instead crap produced by OB or Stage Troupe get sold out shows and mass accolades. Shows of these nature seem to be directed by most anyone and the acting is bearable at best. And the people behind them, if they are such theater snobs, why do they never go to the shows CFA, the professionals, put on? Some of the non-CFA show that I've seen have been mediocre at best, but regarded as masterpieces. The acting makes a two-hour show seem like a lifetime event, and the directing is basic and shoddy. Anyone can direct these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda sad 'cuz Liam just called me from leaving his last show, and out of the 80-some people that he invited to go see his show, maybe 2 showed up. And that was to Friday's show. He feels like not many people support him. I feel bad 'cuz I wasn't there for his last performance, even though I was there for his last two. He knows how much I support him, and it even frustrates me that noone showed, because the shows are so good. People makes so much about making time to see other shows, paying money for them, yet neglect shows like his which are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. People will realize this soon. And I'm going to make it my goal to go see these magnifficent shows even when my Liam is far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-113012089059609842?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/113012089059609842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=113012089059609842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113012089059609842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/113012089059609842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-unknown-powerhouse.html' title='[O]f an unknown powerhouse'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112978024998277991</id><published>2005-10-19T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:50:49.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nicola bonita (11:47:13 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: just so you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nicola bonita (11:47:18 PM):&lt;/span&gt; YOU ARE HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nicola bonita (11:47:24 PM):&lt;/span&gt; i heart you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112978024998277991?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112978024998277991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112978024998277991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112978024998277991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112978024998277991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-smiles.html' title='[O]f smiles'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112950984988501745</id><published>2005-10-16T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:45:03.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a new iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/heroshot_ipod_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img area="32480" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/heroshot_ipod_black.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Awesome. Revolutionary? I doubt it. I got my ipod [GOB ver 2.0, a 30gb iPod photo] in April. Since then, all iPod's went color, Ipod minis were deleted, iPod nanos introduced, iPod photo no longer called that, 30gb iPods vamoosed, and now, we're back. iPod 30gb are back, at the same price as what I paid for my old one, not 10 months ago. But now, they play videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itunes Music Store is now in ver. 6, which has a spectacular library of music videos. For $1.99 each. Great. Awesome. Remember a week ago? When they were free? Yea me too. Want to see music videos? Go to &lt;a href="http://music.aol.com/archive/main.adp"&gt;AOL Music On Demand&lt;/a&gt;. Thousands of songs and music videos, for free. Sure you can;t put them in your iPod video, but they're there, and free. You could always download music videos for free [anywhere] and convert them to your new iPod video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get one? Not yet. I'm going to wait for the next-gen of iPods. I need Bluetooth or WiFi, FM [or XM] transimissions, and the like. Then I can go online, buy music through Itunes right on my iPod. then go to AOL and stream my music videos. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112950984988501745?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112950984988501745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112950984988501745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112950984988501745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112950984988501745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-new-ipod.html' title='[O]f a new iPod'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112916903358174870</id><published>2005-10-12T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:03:53.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a suicide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When lights that shine too bright, and the darkness is exactly what you seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When every sound, from the chirping of a bird, the crashing of the waves, to the voice of your friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sound like a bullhorn embedded in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you think that punching your eyelids in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or carving them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or pressing them 'till they explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will fix everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you clench your teeth to prevent yourself from launching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you think you can dig your finger through your eye sockets and scratch your brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When the room spins from one direction to the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you are an asshole and you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you want to kill your professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you get nauseous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you pass out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When darkness is your cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then you have a migrane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15 years and counting. fuck the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112916903358174870?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112916903358174870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112916903358174870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112916903358174870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112916903358174870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-suicide.html' title='[O]f a suicide.'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112908302035771292</id><published>2005-10-11T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:10:20.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a dying island</title><content type='html'>This world is unfair. This kid graduated with my sister, was on his way to a respectable [in Puerto Rican terms] career in television. Now he was shot to death while in his car. Too fucked up. Too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="storyFont"&gt;&lt;p&gt; El asesinato de Alejandro Félix Tomey Imbert, de 22 años de edad y residente de la urbanización Hyde Park en Río Piedras, ocurrió a las 8:10 p.m. del domingo en la intersección del Expreso Román Baldorioty de Castro y la calle San Jorge en Santurce.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Según la investigación preliminar del agente de Homidicios Héctor Hernández, Tomey Imbert viajaba en un automóvil Scion tC negro y esperaba el cambio de la luz del semáforo cuando fue tiroteado por el ocupante de un vehículo tipo “jeep”.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; El cuerpo de Tomey Imbert presentaba un disparo en el ojo izquierdo, otro en el lado izquierdo del cuello y dos en el pecho. Hernández ocupó en la escena un casquillo de bala calibre nueve milímetros y dos fragmentos de blindaje de proyectil.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Aparentemente, Tomey Imbert era del barrio Serrote de Las Marías y residía alquilado en Río Piedras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112908302035771292?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112908302035771292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112908302035771292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112908302035771292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112908302035771292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-dying-island.html' title='[O]f a dying island'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112830219544083048</id><published>2005-10-02T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:38:41.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Cinematography</title><content type='html'>Wanna see my Cinematography Project?&lt;br /&gt;Starring Liam and Nicole?&lt;br /&gt;Of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oscalito/sets/1060163/show/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HERE IT IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112830219544083048?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112830219544083048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112830219544083048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112830219544083048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112830219544083048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-cinematography.html' title='[O]f Cinematography'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-112805068112154268</id><published>2005-09-29T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:24:41.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a lowered temperature</title><content type='html'>Fall has arrived...I can smell it. The leaves have left their home, and met their death on the concrete. The wind has begun attacking innocent skirts and hats. The rain has escaped the hurricanes of the south and settled on New England. And the heat of summer has left for the equator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is all but a pleasant memory. No scratch that. It's an amazing memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself torn every single day about my future. Decisions that are pretty much out of my hands, but I don't know if I want to pursure some things, or stick to what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do I stick around BU for the next two years? Living in 15 Buswell until I graduate? Take Film Production II Dig. Editing and try to get into Film Prod III and do the LA intensive?&lt;br /&gt;   Do I stick around BU 'till I graduate, try and be an RA for my senior year, and do everything else as planned?&lt;br /&gt;Do I leave for Los Angeles next semester, take classes that I don't want, get an awesome internship, come back broke. Apply to be an RA my last year?&lt;br /&gt;   Do I leave for L.A., come back broke, live off campus, go 'till Film Prod II?&lt;br /&gt;   Do I stay in BU, go off campus my senior year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;help&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my island? When will I return? Christmas? and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;/help&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;help&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/help&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112805068112154268?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112805068112154268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112805068112154268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112805068112154268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112805068112154268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-lowered-temperature.html' title='[O]f a lowered temperature'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-112668283160184594</id><published>2005-09-14T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:27:11.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[o]f ?</title><content type='html'>i cant sleep. there's too many things on my mind that i dont want to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 3am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were....7 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to..."deal"? with things i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i overworking myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i going anywhere:?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is one big cruel joke somethimes i think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck ill prolly delete this in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even understand myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112668283160184594?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112668283160184594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112668283160184594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112668283160184594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112668283160184594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/09/of.html' title='[o]f ?'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112578316176494635</id><published>2005-09-03T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:54:55.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f today</title><content type='html'>It is seemingly impossible to fathom the events of the past two days. I have literally been working 8-7ish every day since Monday; some days actually starting at 6am, others ending at midnight or later.&lt;br /&gt;This has been the craziest orientation session, and coupled with the disappointment that has been Peer Advising so far, and the twilight zone inspired events of COM, I feel ready to give up, quit, and fly back home...and classes have yet to even begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to note the timestamp on my previous post; Nick hadn't "resigned" from the Coordinator post as of yet. Creeped out by that I am. But I dunno... for a moment it didn't even surprise me. What did surprise me was the others that also "resigned." It has been a frustrating and exhausting few days, as noone in COM will say anything about what happened, claiming they "don't know anything", but everyone knows that is a lie. The rumors are going crazy, and seeing how things have rolled, they appear to be true. Sad I believe, especially since I was literally picked from the outside to work in COM. Now it's going to be all about adjusting to massive changes. I feel as if I'm living an episode of The Twilight nZone as I walk through the halls of that building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see how it all develops in the next few days. For now I'll be working more of International Orientation, Parent's Convocation, Matriculation, Splash, the Big Day, and PA stuff. Always an overachieving good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my glasses and my mom told me to suck it up and get new ones or try to get them fixed somehow as they paid for the last time it happened...which was three months ago. Great! I'll see what my $50ish can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in more random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;VMA's were intense. Shakira rocked, Kelly shone, R. Kelly bombed, the Killers won, and Coldplay =. For more got to &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://isabelalamode.blogspot.com/"&gt;the wife's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I wanna buy &lt;a href="http://www.tivo.com/"&gt;Tivo&lt;/a&gt;. But I'm broke. Not now, but soon, I'll be digital.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I need to get Kanye's new CD. I've seriously had no time to get it.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Too many materialistic desires. Try to stop I must.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm on a 'try new things' kick when it comes to food and drinks. So far in love with &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;Strabuck's Passion Lemonade&lt;/a&gt;. Oh and no Soda for 10 days and counting.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Need to read so many books, and that's not counting my classwork. Esp. Neruda's Memorias.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A million things are crazy here, but sadly tragedies like Katrina put things in perspective. I have lived through quite a number of hurricanes, but nothing like what that one has done to St. Louis.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I have grown to slowly love &lt;a href="http://www.rufuswainwright.com/"&gt;Rufus&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bjork.com/"&gt;Bjork&lt;/a&gt;. I've always mildly enjoyed their music, but now appreciate their sound so much more. Especially Bjork's Pagan Poetry and Rufus' Natasha. And add Damien Rice's Amie to that list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liam said yesterday that I was one of those people that knows everyone on campus. I don't want to be 'one of those'. I just know some people. I'm only close with a few anyways.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My roomate's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I need to see The Aristrocrats and like 5 more movies. I don't go to the movies as much as I'd like. :-(&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;anyways. for now I'm taking things one at a time. Day by day. Other things are going great, like the boy, and the wife being back in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes  in 3 days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anda.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112578316176494635?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112578316176494635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112578316176494635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112578316176494635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112578316176494635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-today.html' title='[O]f today'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-112563493920767703</id><published>2005-09-02T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:22:19.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f frustration</title><content type='html'>I broke my glasses for the second time this summer in the same exact way. And I'm afraid to tell my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can't stand Peer Advising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had thought things trhough before signing up for so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words for Puerto Rico and la visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refresher Training did not properly train me I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldberg would have made a better coordinator, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freshmen return. Still not sure how i feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112563493920767703?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112563493920767703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112563493920767703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112563493920767703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112563493920767703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-frustration.html' title='[O]f frustration'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112320420769099431</id><published>2005-08-04T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:13:01.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.puertoricans.com/screen/labori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.puertoricans.com/screen/labori.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Puerto Rico...my heart's devotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in my beautiful island for less than 42 hours. It's been amazing to be home, in my big bed, air conditioned room, and driveable [pickup] car. I've almost crashed like 5 times, as I drive a monster truck of a car that takes up way too much space and I haven't driven in so long. I saw Isabel and Raysa already, but being here is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who stayed has their own lives, their own drama, their own problems, their own agenda. My closest friends growing up no longer talk to each other. People are getting pregnant and married left and right. People have changed, become stuck up, become...plain bad, untrustworthy people. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I changed I wonder? For the good or bad? I don't believe I have changed that much...but I'm not one to say or judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Garcia Marquez's 'Memorias de mis putas tristes'. It was a perverse trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday...I would be running a City Trip in Boston right now... but I'm home waiting for a call to go out....anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through withdrawal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC05675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/200/DSC05675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC05711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/200/DSC05711.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC05680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/200/DSC05680.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;I miss the most days like these&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC05646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/200/DSC05646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;and nights like these&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/IMG_1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/200/IMG_1962.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;Great Memories of the greatest summer of my life...Now on to the present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hang out in my crazy island with&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/50195324407_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/200/50195324407_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we can have nights like these&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/DSC04270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/200/DSC04270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;Yay life. yay home. yay puerto rico. yay summer. yay SAPAS. yay friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        yay moody post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112320420769099431?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112320420769099431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112320420769099431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112320420769099431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112320420769099431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-return.html' title='[O]f a return'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112113687007738888</id><published>2005-07-11T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:54:30.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f the birthday girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/1600/113_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/898/320/113_1302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://isabelalamode.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife is 20&lt;/a&gt;. No more 'I'm older and wiser BS'...until February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourselves bitches! It's a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa's 20. She gets to Boston on Wednesday. Taking New Englandd by storm. Then Puerto Rico Socializing in August. The Remix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112113687007738888?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112113687007738888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112113687007738888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112113687007738888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112113687007738888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-birthday-girl.html' title='[O]f the birthday girl'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-112036014887693219</id><published>2005-07-02T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:47:26.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f being halfway through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Summer 2k5. Best one in my life I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't written in this thing for a long time, but now it's time for the return. I go back and forth between the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.xanga.com/oscalito"&gt;personal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://ocubed.blogspot.com/"&gt;superficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, but I do as I please I guess.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been, as the wise &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://bu.thefacebook.com/profile.php?id=901664"&gt;SLG&lt;/a&gt; put it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the summer of love and slurpees..."&lt;/span&gt; but I like to put my own spin to it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the summer of love, slurpees, potlucks, SAPAS, relaxation, and overwhelming happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever since the summer began, working @ &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.bu.edu/orientation/"&gt;OOCS&lt;/a&gt; has taken over my life. For the first two weeks, all the SAPAS and FYCOS lived at Warren Towers. Room 1010C with my wonderful roommate Mr. John High. Those two weeks were wonderfully amazing. Waking up to have breakfast at Towers. Having awkward run-ins with people I don't particularly enjoy at that Dining Hall. Then going off to the GSU for some intense training. Afterwards we would probably end up at skit rehearsal. Where to this day I still do not understand my part.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two weeks were also spent getting to know my coworkers. People that today I feel insanely close to. The SAPAS are absolutely fantastic people, and this summer life has been unlike any I've had before. My COM SA crew is the funniest in the world. Karlis cracks me up with just a look; Scott may be the funniest man alive. They are my backup, and as the baby of the group, it's fun to be around them all the time. I've gotten to know so many people so well in such a short time may seem overwhelming, but it fits.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As everything I have gotten closer to some rather than others. And closest to one person in particular. :-)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once training finished, the real deal began. Mondays and Tuesdays I work @ &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bu.edu/com"&gt;COM&lt;/a&gt; 9-5. Then Wednesdays begin at 9am and Orientation does not finish until Fridays at 3pm. We've gone through 3 sessions. The third being the craziest, but great nonetheless. The incoming freshmen are really cool [at least my groups], so I'm excited for next year.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weekends are where it's at. Things have happened so fast that they seem like a blur, but every single weekend, I do something new and exciting, something I had never done in Boston. We've had picnics at the Commons, I stayed up all night with Liam watching Music Videos on Memorial Day, we have been to some crazy parties, BBQS at Jon's, gone to IHOP at 2am [and had a fun, odd moment], been in cars all around Boston, visited Providence, RI for a WaterFire event, went through the PRIDE Parade and celebrations, had potlucks every Tuesday with the SAPAS, gotten too many Slurpees @ 7/11, grown to love and obsess over Pad Thai, hung out by the Esplanade, swimming? in the COM fountain, seen more plays than ever [partly because of a certain actor's influence], spent waaaay too much money, shopped like crazy, and basically have enjoyed to the fullest a summer and a time when I have no academic responsibilities, and a time when I have been able to get closer to someone like never before.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, we're going to &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.sixflags.com/"&gt;Six Flags.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Absolutely, positively, happy about everything. And that's why I write this. Because that's how I feel at this very moment, and I want to remember it from now and in the future.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-112036014887693219?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/112036014887693219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=112036014887693219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112036014887693219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/112036014887693219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-being-halfway-through.html' title='[O]f being halfway through'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111953542414693817</id><published>2005-06-23T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:03:50.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f the best summer</title><content type='html'>It just is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111953542414693817?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111953542414693817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111953542414693817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111953542414693817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111953542414693817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/06/of-best-summer.html' title='[O]f the best summer'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111587330039181724</id><published>2005-05-12T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:48:40.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f being Boricua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I found the greatest list randomly on the internet. This is para los Boricuas de pura cepa. Not for those wannabes that say they're "Puerto Rican" but have never stepped foot in the island. Only true, native, born and raised Boricuas need apply. "Que Thank You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you grew up scared of something called "El Cuco"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If mom can't cook because there is no "sofrito"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If dinner usually consists of rice and beans with some type of meat&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you've had plantains in every possible way a human can have platains&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you were raised on "Goya" products &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you use your nose or lips to point something out.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you've ever dropped food, eaten it and said "Lo que no mata engorda" &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you have ever been hit by a "chancleta" &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you refer to cereal as "confley" &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If others tell you to stop screaming when you are really talking &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you can get to your house blindfolded because the smell of chuleta is so strong.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you can dance salsa or merengue without music&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you've been in a compact car with over 5 people in it and someone still yells "caben mas!" &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you call your sneakers "tenis" &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you start clapping when your plane lands on the runway.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If NONOS holds a special place in your heart.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you go to Plaza to cool off.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There is nothing like being Puerto Rican and from the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" href="http://paris.typepad.com/ohlalaparis/2005/05/wanted_omar_mar.html"&gt;Damn right! Here's proof! [via Oh la la...]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111587330039181724?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111587330039181724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111587330039181724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111587330039181724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111587330039181724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-being-boricua.html' title='[O]f being Boricua'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111561487351116366</id><published>2005-05-09T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T01:02:16.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a Goblet of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/gofteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 287px; height: 421px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/gofteaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;'s teaser poster and trailer have just been released! It will be very interesting to see how this director [Mike Newell] will top Alfonso Cuaron's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt;. So far it looks just as moody and exciting as the last one, so let's hope everything works out! &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/harry_potter/thegobletoffire/"&gt;Here's the trailer!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111561487351116366?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111561487351116366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111561487351116366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111561487351116366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111561487351116366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-goblet-of-fire.html' title='[O]f a Goblet of Fire'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111537988302648531</id><published>2005-05-06T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T07:45:19.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a first review</title><content type='html'>Variety is the first to review &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Star Wars: Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is a vvery, very positive review. And I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span class="article"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Entertaining from start to finish and even enthralling at times...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111537988302648531?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111537988302648531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111537988302648531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111537988302648531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111537988302648531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-first-review.html' title='[O]f a first review'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111508572450813143</id><published>2005-05-02T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:02:04.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a Sith Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/sith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few more days until Episode III is unleashed. I'm very excited. VERY. I bought tix for the midnight show on May 18th. The shit is going down in Revenge of the Sith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111508572450813143?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111508572450813143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111508572450813143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111508572450813143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111508572450813143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-sith-lord.html' title='[O]f a Sith Lord'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111465687450106341</id><published>2005-04-27T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:55:36.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f tights, trailers, and trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;First Picture of Bryan Singer's new Superman is out... and it's um...interesting to say the least:&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/smansuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/smansuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                Aaaaaaand comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Summer is fast approaching and the movies that NEED to be seen have some HOT Previews: [of all these nothing beats the excitement for Star Wars and War of the Worlds!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/batman_begins/trailer4/large.html"&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/wedding_crashers/trailer/wc_480.html"&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/waroftheworlds/large_2.html"&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/fantastic_four/internet_exclusive/large.html"&gt;Fantastic 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;          &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/mrandmrssmith/large.html"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/dreamworks/madagascar/trailer/md_base_lrg.html"&gt;Madagascar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/crash/large.html"&gt;Crash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/serenity/serenity_large.html"&gt;Serenity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/charliechocolatefactory/large.html"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/corpse_bride/large.html"&gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;-and of course there's the Star Wars Ep. 3 trailer which right now I can;t find but I'm sure many of you have seen. So go find it. It's on www.moviefone.com. Enjoy.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;What do you get when you mix the sultry style of Spanish Alejandro Sanz with the poetic hotness of Colombian Shakira? &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/premiere/shakira/#"&gt;An ultra-hot, sexy video, for an ultra-hot, sexy song&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; And now for that trash I promised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/mo12tp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/mo12tp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/b66lt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/b66lt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I fucking love these two. I hope you do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oh btw, feel free to comment on all the shit i talk about. There's no need to sign up or anything]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111465687450106341?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111465687450106341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111465687450106341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111465687450106341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111465687450106341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-tights-trailers-and-trash.html' title='[O]f tights, trailers, and trash'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-111465375061153930</id><published>2005-04-27T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:03:32.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Since You've Been Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson @ Orpheum Theatre [Apr. 22, 2005 - 7:30pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 374px; height: 330px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Friday, April 22, 2005, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason, Lilla and I&lt;/span&gt; ventured to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orpheum Theatre&lt;/span&gt; to witness &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt; rock the house with her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Breakaway Tour&lt;/span&gt;. With our 15th row [!] [thnx. Mike!] tickets, we were able to get the best out of the show. After the [pretty good] Graham Colton Band finished their set, around 8:30ish, the lights went out, and Kelly walked on stage. After [a lot] of screaming, the first note of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Since You've Been Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; began to play, and everyone went crazy. She belted the hell out of the song and hearing [and seeing] that song being performed live is quite a sight. Kelly has a voice so powerful that the speakers in the theater were almost unable to handle it. She is that good. Once she sang the last verse of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;SYBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, the lights went out, and right then and there, I could have died a happy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I survived as she followed up that spectacular opening with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Walk Away, Gone, Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Just Missed the Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Of course she was excellent with all these, but I didn't really know the last too so I was just hopping along. She then moved to her 'acoustic' set, where she sang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;What's Up Lonely, Thankful, and The Trouble with Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. My fav. of these was the last one. I enjoyed Love, Actually but really loved this song, and she sang it just right. Then she decided to sing a new song that she had recently written. It's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and it was a really good song. You know when you hear a song for the first time and you immediately like it? This song was that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the acoustic set came the Covers set. She did covers of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Take a Little Piece of my Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, which was risky after Melissa Etheridge and Joss Stone did it at the Grammys, but she rocked out to it just fine. Then she covered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm The Only One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Thrill Is Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, which I didn't know at all. Once she was done, two violinists came out to help her with her rendition of Annie Lennox [and the Eurythmics] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sweet Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, which was awesome. He rocked it out a bit more than the original version, which was ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then the violinists stayed on stage for one of the BEST moments of the night. Kelly Clarkson sang [an almost acapella] version of the slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful Disaster&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This was possibly one of my favorite moments of the night because she sang it with just the violins accompanying here, an her voice was so clear and haunting to a point. During some moments there was complete silence from the audience just because people were in awe of her. Truly a beautiful song, and a great rendition. With this song she began a truly unstoppable block of amazing performances. She followed up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; [possibly the most aurally amazing moment of the night, vocally and musically], &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Because of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; [she cried!], &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Where is Your Heart?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She finished the show with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Miss Independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[she forgot the words], &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A Moment like This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; [rock version, and weakest part of the show], and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, which was sung mostly by the audience as she sang in a few parts. Then she said her goodbyes, introduced her band, and Walked Away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Overall it was an amazing concert. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt; knows how to work the crowd without being cold. She is unique, loves to rock out, and has an insanely powerful voice. She is also super cute, making fun of herself, her accent [Southern gal!], the fuzz in front of her, her stage, and the fact that she forgot words to her own song. I'd def. pay good money to see her again...if anything to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Since You've Been Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; live one more time! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 260px; height: 334px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111465375061153930?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111465375061153930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111465375061153930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111465375061153930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111465375061153930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-since-youve-been-gone.html' title='[O]f Since You&apos;ve Been Gone'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111422913998176289</id><published>2005-04-23T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:05:39.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O] crazy symbols</title><content type='html'>this appears as crazy symbols on my last post. so here's a second try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like all those acapella groups that exist in every campus? Well, here's a group that plays some &lt;a href="http://gprime.net/video.php/nintendothemesacappella"&gt;REAL MUSIC.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The trials of a woman running the &lt;a href="http://www.dailyfreepress.com/news/2005/04/20/Opinion/Ball-Surviving.More.Or.Less.The.Boston.Marathon-930901.shtml"&gt;Boston Marathon.&lt;/a&gt; [she's my hero!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XBOX[360]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; will be introduced on MTV by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Elijah Wood and The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I'm not gonna lie...I'm extremely excited. The magic happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/newsStory?cId=3139534"&gt;May 12th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Return of the Sith&lt;/span&gt; will [hopefully] be amazing. 3 New &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TV Spots&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;a href="http://pdl.stream.aol.com/aol/us/moviefone/movies/2004/lucasfilm/hyperspace/epiii_unite_480_dl.mov"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;], [&lt;a href="http://pdl.stream.aol.com/aol/us/moviefone/movies/2004/lucasfilm/hyperspace/epiii_jediaction1_480_dl.mov"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;] and [&lt;a href="http://pdl.stream.aol.com/aol/us/moviefone/movies/2004/lucasfilm/hyperspace/epiii_jediaction2_480_dl.mov"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111422913998176289?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111422913998176289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111422913998176289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111422913998176289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111422913998176289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/04/o-crazy-symbols.html' title='[O] crazy symbols'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111404703861684449</id><published>2005-04-20T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:04:24.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today was Puerto Rico in Boston Day, as Beantown experienced an event unseen for at least 6 months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;86 Degree Weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Por suerte, I had no classes, only a meeting with a professor, so I went to relax [and get a fabulous tan!] @ the BU Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like all those acapella groups that exist in every campus? Well, here's a group that plays some &lt;a href="http://gprime.net/video.php/nintendothemesacappella"&gt;REAL MUSIC.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The trials of a woman running the &lt;a href="http://www.dailyfreepress.com/news/2005/04/20/Opinion/Ball-Surviving.More.Or.Less.The.Boston.Marathon-930901.shtml"&gt;Boston Marathon.&lt;/a&gt; [she's my hero!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XBOX[360]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; will be introduced on MTV by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Elijah Wood and The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I'm not gonna lie...I'm extremely excited. The magic happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/newsStory?cId=3139534"&gt;May 12th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Return of the Sith&lt;/span&gt; will [hopefully] be amazing. 3 New &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TV Spots&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;a href="http://pdl.stream.aol.com/aol/us/moviefone/movies/2004/lucasfilm/hyperspace/epiii_unite_480_dl.mov"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;], [&lt;a href="http://pdl.stream.aol.com/aol/us/moviefone/movies/2004/lucasfilm/hyperspace/epiii_jediaction1_480_dl.mov"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;] and [&lt;a href="http://pdl.stream.aol.com/aol/us/moviefone/movies/2004/lucasfilm/hyperspace/epiii_jediaction2_480_dl.mov"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In a more random splurge of mind vomit, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;NES is the shit. Tetris is the shit. Duck Hunt is the shit. Super Mario Bros. is the shit.&lt;/span&gt; I hadn't done old school like that in a few years. We should invest in buying a comunal NES for the masses this summer. U in SLG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111404703861684449?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111404703861684449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111404703861684449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111404703861684449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111404703861684449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-tan.html' title='[O]f a tan'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111395063559874697</id><published>2005-04-19T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:43:55.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f My Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yes. The [Rumur]'s are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://isabelalamode.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isabel a la Mode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; said yes, and we are now a full-on blog-married. The days of Cananada ditching, bottle breaking are over; and the true Red Bull and Vodka days will continue until our [fabulous] deaths. I have to say that even though she isn't 20 yet she is over her commitment phobia, I thought I'd mature and make it through. Commitments like this I can handle, especially with some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pink Red Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And what a commitment it will be! All the BU Male Life news and gossip will be handled with care, as the world of us poor socialites, gossip, and news will be too. And I'd like to reiterate, don't bug us with the wedding invitations. You should know if you are in. Check your socialite card...check it again. Don't have one? awwww. Take a guess. The wedding will be the spot to be. BU will not be the same after this. Bring on the OC, 24, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.dailyfreepress.com/"&gt;FREEP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; [disaster!], and the new GSU, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.bu.edu/fitrec/"&gt;FitRec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; [no spot like those ellipticals overlooking the pool].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you all would join us, feel free to leave a message and congratulate us. We will love you like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa, this is just for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/engagement_fancy_emdsides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 190px; height: 199px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/engagement_fancy_emdsides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[the ring]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a special treat, just for my WIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/mkhair9mg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 241px; height: 326px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/mkhair9mg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[MK and her horse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/mkasleep8kd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 241px; height: 326px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/mkasleep8kd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[Someone sleeps!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111395063559874697?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111395063559874697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111395063559874697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111395063559874697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111395063559874697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-my-marriage.html' title='[O]f My Marriage'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111394932358550364</id><published>2005-04-19T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:39:09.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f an iMix...Part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just recently acquired some hot new songs that I feel is my duty to share with the world. Now don't just read, go out download/buy these tunes as they are the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.billboard.com/bb/charts/hot100.jsp"&gt; #1 singles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Believe me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Shakira feat. Alejandro Sanz ~ "La tortura"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     &lt;li&gt;The hottest, most ingenious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rockera latina&lt;/span&gt; returns with her first single off her Spanish album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fijacion Oral (Part 1) &lt;/span&gt;with a collaboration with the always genius Alejandro Sanz singing along. The track oozes a celebratory flavor under lyrics that scream for love and pain. As always she plays with sounds and lyrics to poetic results. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yo puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal" [-o- omg I just found out that there's an official (!) Reggaeton remix to this song. I fucking swear it's taking over!]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric Prydz ~ "Call on me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     &lt;li&gt;A catchy club track in the same vein ass the fat man lip-synching, this tune has no significance on its own. To truly appreciate and love this, crank out &lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/callonme.html"&gt;the video&lt;/a&gt;. And if you've had a few Red Bulls and Vodka, then everything will REALLY make sense.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Coldplay ~ "Speed of Sound"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Their first single off of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X&amp;Y&lt;/span&gt;, Coldplay always loves having Chris Martin 's quiet moany voice over epic musical arrangements, and this track is no different. It has a haunting, soothing sound at the same time that it bashes you with its harmonic, concert-like sound. Bring on the away messages.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas ~ "Don't Phunk with my Heart"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Still don't know how I feel about this one, but BEP is back with wannabe-club tunes and this one isn't as immediately accessible as "Let's Get Retarded" or "Hey Mama" are, but it's catchy enough in an old school dance club sort of way. Fergie's presence in this track is much more obvious than it was before, but she is still doing the hooks. A fun song that is sure to grow and become big.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Garbage ~ "Why Do You Love Me"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sizzling hot Shirley Manson pleads to a lover in this excellent, rocking song. Her sweet voice becomes commanding and desperate as she declares her status and then goes to question what is 'driving her crazy'. I fucking love this song, and I'm not that huge of a Garbage fan. Just get it. It's so awesome! ;-) [that was for you isa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mariah Carey ~ "We Belong Together"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Mariah's new album is her best since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterfly, &lt;/span&gt;and this song harkens [-o- nice word] back to those days. The song is really sweet and a nice mid-tempo harmony. The lyrics remind me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;, though not as let's kill ourselves. It is more about a plea to someone who has not realize how perfect being together really is.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beck ~ "Guero"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Beck has such a cool and unique style. This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Molotov&lt;/span&gt;-style song is a nice road song. He has a little rap, a little Spanish, and a little drawl. Everything you need for a good song I say.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rob Thomas ~ "Lonely no More"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Where's Matchbox Twenty? eh, who cares when the songs sound this good. This guy proves that the Santana stints were no flukes, and quite the inspirations too, as he melds Spanish sounds into his first single. The song's pretty nice I think.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So go get these songs, or at least try them out. You'll thank me in a few months. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111394932358550364?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111394932358550364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111394932358550364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111394932358550364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111394932358550364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-imixpart-deux.html' title='[O]f an iMix...Part deux'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111394583015920813</id><published>2005-04-19T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:30:00.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a Preggo Spederline</title><content type='html'>I know i know. i'm late as all hell. but it's still just as relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who cooed and grinded her way to our hearts as a Naughty Catholic School girl, vampy stripper and snake charmer is having a baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/britney_esquire_2sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 241px; height: 326px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/britney_esquire_2sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/t_kevin_federline_trailer_tra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/t_kevin_federline_trailer_tra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they make quite the lovable, exemplary White Trash couple, and will produce a &lt;a href="http://www.noeticart.com/clipart/trashcanc.gif"&gt;trash can&lt;/a&gt; for a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/britkevscarf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/britkevscarf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111394583015920813?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111394583015920813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111394583015920813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111394583015920813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111394583015920813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-preggo-spederline.html' title='[O]f a Preggo Spederline'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111275593656870995</id><published>2005-04-05T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:54:08.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a Marathon of info</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/DSC04719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/320/DSC04719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Boston University was host to the 3rd annual Dance Marathon, a 12-hour dance-a-thon to raise money for pediatric AIDS, where we were able to raise $80,000, $30,000 more than last year. Good causes are THE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/DSC04700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 331px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/DSC04700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BU was also host to Footloose! A BU On Broadway production, Footloose! is a musical about a town where dancing has been outlawed. Yes, outlawed. But after a lot of great singing and dancing, thing turn out well, and the town gets grooving. It's was a simple, fun show with a great cast, excellent music, and awesome dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;24, was once again, absolutely stunning. While the much hyped twist could be seen a million miles away, i still got chills when Air Force One was shot own and the President killed. And where's Beihrooz?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I recently rediscovered Lost, a show that just gets more insane as each episode is aired. The passt two episodes have been quite the trip and a test in puzzles and insanity. Can't wait to see where all this crazy shit ends up with.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;holy shit fuck! BRITNEY SPEARS WILL HAVE A REALITY TV SHOW ABOUT HER LIFE ON UPN! now THIS is what BU got cable for!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;This weekend I'm going to Montreal wit some awesome people! Break out the pink red bull, the french translation books, and throw out your livers!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.natalieportman.com/images/television/sesame_ViewScreen_2.jpg"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is hilariously cute.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Now &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://glennferon.com/portfolio1/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is using Photoshop for its true purposes.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;/ul&gt; So, yea. I think I want new jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/levishard1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/levishard1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an Ipod Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/rayanp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/rayanp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really explain why.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111275593656870995?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111275593656870995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111275593656870995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111275593656870995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111275593656870995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-marathon-of-info.html' title='[O]f a Marathon of info'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111163784941723457</id><published>2005-03-24T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:26:03.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a great dead terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/shohreh_crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/320/shohreh_crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They killed DINA! The greatest villaness to grace TV in forever got killed off after a SPECTACULAR run on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No more 'Behroooooz' to look forward to. I am absolutely in love with Shohreh Aghdashloo. She steals every fucking scene she's in, and is a fantastic actress. Her voice is haunting, scary, yet enchanting at the same time. It is a sad day for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I have to say, that was one hell of a way to go. It started out as a pretty cliché scene, but what a twist! Then bam! She's gone and there's no time to process the immensity of what just happened. We went straight to next week. The terrorists are in control of an Air force Bomber. uh oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear a creepy coked out horny Pat O'Brian? Of course you do. &lt;a href="http://www.screenhead.com/funny/pat_obrien_coked_n_horny.wma"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding fuel to the fire: &lt;a href="http://nydailynews.com/news/gossip/v-echo/story/292689p-250567c.html"&gt;ew ew ew, ew ew ew&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The world is not &lt;a href="http://thighswideshut.org/images/movies/strangerwithcandypost.jpg"&gt;ready&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Okay so three updates in one day. Someone's ignoring work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111163784941723457?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111163784941723457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111163784941723457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111163784941723457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111163784941723457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-great-dead-terrorist.html' title='[O]f a great dead terrorist'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111163114420973283</id><published>2005-03-23T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:29:12.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a Spring Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/spring-snow-Apr-97-5-Tulip-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/320/spring-snow-Apr-97-5-Tulip-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring is Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who haven't noticed, it hasn't been colder than [!]35[!] degrees for the past week. How &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course what this means is that all the little New Englanders are starting to walk around with flip flops, shorts, mini skirts, et al. [&lt;---wtf?] Because this is summer for them of course. Only those of us priviledged to know what real flip flop, shorts, t-shirt, and mini skirt weather is truly like can look at these people with ridicule because [hello] it's not that kind of weather yet. These people look STOOPID. So please stop. You're not cool. Or edgy. Or [I'm so tuff I can weather this weather]. Because honestly. It's still freezing outside. Live the lie. But until it's like 60 and the sun is beating down on me like crazy, I will not be wearing flip flops. And it has to be at least 70 for the shorts to come out of hiding. Miniskirts? Honestly. Freeze your poon. Not like I'm gonna use or care about it. Boston really breeds new type of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Anyways]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.ring2-themovie.com/"&gt;The Ring two&lt;/a&gt; is out, and while scary and money-making [Ring trés is in pre-pro], it was a disappointment. Nothing like the original remake to make me fear televisions and this new BUTV we got.&lt;br /&gt;-Frank Miller's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0401792/"&gt;Sin City&lt;/a&gt; is out next week. Can't wait to see what Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino have cooked up this time.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't hate on the &lt;a href="http://www.dailyfreepress.com/news/898442.html?mkey=1198147"&gt;Birthday Girl&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/PersonDetail/personid-1288"&gt;Lowell&lt;/a&gt; is the next Spidey Villain. Am I the only one who feels a little weird about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ice Breakers suck, unless they result with you rolling around in the mud and snow with a bunch of boys and girls you had met a few hours prior. Which is exactly how I spent my weekend. [Y?] 'Cuz I'm staying here in BOSTON for the summer! And working for BU Orientation, so we had a retreat where I met the insanely cool people I will be living with during the summer. After bonding harder than two lonely Boy Scouts alone in tents, I returned to Boston with around 50 new friends and excited for the adventures of the summer. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111163114420973283?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111163114420973283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111163114420973283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111163114420973283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111163114420973283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-spring-arrival.html' title='[O]f a Spring Arrival'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111162931747553035</id><published>2005-03-23T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:55:53.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f an iMix</title><content type='html'>Currently on my iTunes most played tunes:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Te Me Puedo Escapar-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Vico C + Cultura Profetica = one hell of a song. This old school Puerto Rican 'poet' teams up with the greatest reggae band from the Island to tell the story of a represed child seeking attention from an uncaring parent. It's an excellent collaboration that successfully merges two different genres&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Obssesion- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Frankie J rides the wave that began with "Oye Mi Canto", singing a catchy Spanglish tune. Nothing too memorable, but fun for now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Oh - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Ciara returns with her thirs cut off her album. This time collaborating with Ludacris for a sexy number that seems a bit more of the same, yet I'm not complaining. I'd just like to hear something where it's just her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-I Believe in You- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Kylie Minogue teams up with Jake Shears for this sensual track reminiscent of her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow &lt;/span&gt;days. Good if only for the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-One Thing- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; A song blowing up all over, yet I find it hard to like. It slowly grows on me, and I caught myself humming it a few days ago. The drums, beat, and singing rhythm is a bit distracting at first, but somehow, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Luxurious- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Gwen samples B.I.G. for a track about Pimps and Egyptian cotton. It's one of my fav. tracks off her excellent album, and as hot as it gets without being forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Caught Up- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Usher's latest, hottest club track. Catchier than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt; and more intoxicating than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burn&lt;/span&gt;, the track is just...fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Since You've Been Gone- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I've never seen so many ppl get so happy so fast as when this song comes on @ Embassy. Anthem much? Kelly Clarkson just rocks out with the song many artists wish they had.&lt;blockquote&gt;[And I'm seeing her in concert!]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111162931747553035?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111162931747553035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111162931747553035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111162931747553035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111162931747553035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-imix.html' title='[O]f an iMix'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111102992282685850</id><published>2005-03-16T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:26:13.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Procratination, Credit, the Incredibles, and a little Elf</title><content type='html'>In a feeble attempt to ignore this ten page paper due tomorrow that I haven't started [lie] and probably won't even do [lie], I watched quite the amazing (for lack of an obvious superlative) film last night, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/span&gt;. That is quality filmmaking right there. Story, action, animation, emotions, and the attention to detail is impressive. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0083348/"&gt;Brad Bird&lt;/a&gt; [director] proves that the Iron Giant was no fluke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a credit card, where &lt;a href="http://www.bankofamerica.com/"&gt;Bank of America&lt;/a&gt; wants me to put a picture of something on its face. I debate putting a picture of myself for coming off as a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;superficial pretentious asshole&lt;/span&gt; [thnx SLG]" but, honestly I could give a flying fuck what ppl think of me. But then I thought it would be cute putting a pic of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/span&gt;, but then it looks weird. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aliciakeys.com/"&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/a&gt; will be performing @ &lt;a href="http://www.agganisarena.com/"&gt;Agganis Arena&lt;/a&gt; on April 27th. Tix go on sale on Friday and I'm so there. I saw her last year with Beyonce and she almost stole the show. Can't wait to see what she does as a headliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows and loves The Legend of Zelda. Link has a place in everyone's heart. right? thought so. He's back, and looking better than ever. &lt;a href="http://streamingmovies.ign.com/cube/article/594/594978/thelegendofzeldanew_wmvlow.wmv?wu=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia.cube.ign.com%2Fmedia%2F572%2F572738%2Fvid_1066411.html%3Fmu%3D%3CURL%2F%3E"&gt;Take a Look.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok. I'm off to kick this paper's English Folkloric Ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111102992282685850?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111102992282685850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111102992282685850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111102992282685850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111102992282685850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-procratination-credit-incredibles.html' title='[O]f Procratination, Credit, the Incredibles, and a little Elf'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111086231588433228</id><published>2005-03-15T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:57:46.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Lesbians, Classes, Heroes, And a galaxy far, far away.</title><content type='html'>Back on the roll of things, school classes and life have caught up with me. But it's not gonna be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BU is interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am so far from being &lt;a href="http://www.dailyfreepress.com/news/893672.html?mkey=1198147"&gt;political.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I think I'm past my &lt;a href="http://www.dailyfreepress.com/news/2005/03/14/Opinion/A.Refreshing.Alternative-893676.shtml"&gt;ASB&lt;/a&gt; times. Puerto Rico is just too enticing.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyfreepress.com/news/2005/03/14/Opinion/Ball-The.Misadventures.Of.Travel-893675.shtml"&gt;Caila&lt;/a&gt; speaks the truth.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Some other radom crap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I don't really watch American Idol [Kelly will forever be the only one], but I caught Mario Vazquez performing once. He wasn't that bad. Total flamer tho. And &lt;a href="http://www.gawker.com/news/culture/television/maybe-mario-just-didnt-want-to-ruin-his-life-035955.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; just proves it. [via &lt;a href="http://www.gawker.com/"&gt;Gawker&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Angelina Jolie a lesbian or a promoter for equal opportunity sexuality? This should make the world happy.    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/angie83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/320/angie83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;                                        Am i thinking girl or boy? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Darlin' one of my fave films of last year is out on DVD tomorrow. Buy &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005JN4W/ref=pd_ts_tb_1/104-1713254-2411932?v=glance&amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;n=130"&gt;The Incredibles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Jack Bauer is my freakin hero and I don't want to hear anyone knocking the most exciting hour on TV right now: 24.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Suddenly I'm insanely excited for Revenge of the Sith. That trailer after The OC last week kicked some major ass, and I can't wait to see Samuel L. Jackson meet his fate. But most importantly: CHEWIE IS BACK! [&lt;a href="http://movies.channel.aol.com/feature/starwars/trailer.adp?type=lrg"&gt;watch the trailer&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I'm back in Boston, really happy and enjoying the weather for a change. It doesn't bother me as much anymore. I spent the weekend drinking, watching movies, and enjoying my time with friends, both new and old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111086231588433228?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111086231588433228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111086231588433228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111086231588433228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111086231588433228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-lesbians-classes-heroes-and-galaxy.html' title='[O]f Lesbians, Classes, Heroes, And a galaxy far, far away.'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111050150668147833</id><published>2005-03-10T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:17:31.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Massacres, Booties, and Boobies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 117px; height: 145px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/50-cent-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 194px; height: 144px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/wallpaper3-800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent debuted at #1 on Billboard's Hot 200 Album Sales Chart this week, selling over a million copies of his sophomore CD "The Massacre." Jenny from the Block sold less than a quarter of what Fitty sold, but anyone could see this coming. While Jenny had a blazing song and sweaty video [Get Right], Fitty had three hit songs [Candy Shop, How we do, and Disco Inferno] in the past two months, plus a beef with collaborator The Game, that [of course] got squashed just in time for the album release. How very convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/031005_beyonceusher.jpg" /&gt; [via &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://trent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink!&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;More proof of how &lt;i&gt;a fuego&lt;/i&gt; Puerto Rico was with the arrival of Usher and his televised concert. Beyonce is one hot booty, as she proved she could &lt;i&gt;perrear&lt;/i&gt; as well as any Puerto Rican &lt;i&gt;mami &lt;/i&gt; in the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 164px; height: 358px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/sd_live_02-wob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperficial.com/archives/000747.html"&gt;Britney Spears was reported to appear topless&lt;/a&gt; in an upcoming issue of Allure. But the PR kings [mostly queens actually] spunn this story in the [as always] deceiving way. Of course she's not going to be topless. Well, she will be, but we won't be able to see her Bit Bits. Damn! [via &lt;a href="http://www.thesuperficial.com"&gt;Superficial&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;img style="width: 124px; height: 196px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/bitbit-photo-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Today I spent my last day in Puerto Rico at the beach with Raysa and Faccio. It was quite the Puerto Rican affair, with coconuts, &lt;i&gt;bacalitos, and alcapurrias&lt;/i&gt; galore. Yet the most exciting thing? i got a tan!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111050150668147833?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111050150668147833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111050150668147833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111050150668147833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111050150668147833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-massacres-booties-and-boobies.html' title='[O]f Massacres, Booties, and Boobies'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111043174236390450</id><published>2005-03-10T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T01:20:14.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f a charity case</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/jv_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/320/jv_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Varvatos &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnvaratos.com"&gt;John Varvatos&lt;/a&gt; held his third annual charity auction,  benefitting the Stuart House Rape Crisis Center at Santa Monica-UCLA Medical Center. In the past, hosts have included Eric McCormick, David Schwimmer, and Greg Kinnear. It was Schwimmer's second year in a row of hosting the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss SLG herself co-pitched the event last summer and worked on getting all the celebs there. Look at her, being all PR and shiz. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111043174236390450?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111043174236390450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111043174236390450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111043174236390450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111043174236390450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-charity-case.html' title='[O]f a charity case'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111041236763368376</id><published>2005-03-09T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:54:39.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Caribbean Weather and Nor'Easterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/640/20050308_1_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/3994/320/20050308_1_bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it Suck? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The final One-Sheet for Revenge of the Sith was released today. Exciting? or Blah? Personally I'm very reluctant about this final film. I'll be there opening night [at midnight], but I'm ready for it to suck. The Trilogy is ruined anyways, what with the first two being massive crapfests. Let's cross our fingers for a miracle!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;New England was hit with quite a storm last night. Massive winds and light snow makes me think: Thank god I got out of there for a week!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Puerto Rico is HOT. In all definitions of the word.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Last night I had dinner with Raysa, Facico, Memo and Yara. After a few Coronas during dinner, we headed out to El Balcon to drink more beer. I consumed way too much beer. Yet had the most eye-opening conversation with Yara. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los ojos estan abiertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also had lunch with Ivy and she gave me a tour of St. John's School. All i gotta say: Daaaamn.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111041236763368376?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111041236763368376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111041236763368376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111041236763368376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111041236763368376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-caribbean-weather-and-noreasterns.html' title='[O]f Caribbean Weather and Nor&apos;Easterns'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11305270.post-111026069284009352</id><published>2005-03-08T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:48:11.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>working out some more kinks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111026069284009352?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111026069284009352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111026069284009352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111026069284009352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111026069284009352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/working-out-some-more-kinks.html' title=''/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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-111025936486115870</id><published>2005-03-08T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T01:37:22.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[O]f Summer in a Bostonian Winter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the games begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starting the space with a little recap of the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently located in beautiful, sunny Puerto Rico. Spring Break was kind to me and brought gorgeous 80 degree weather to this boy stuck in a snowy 20 degree Boston. The end looms near as the beginning has barely begun. 5 days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; keeps getting better and better. Today Driscoll had to deal with her daughter's suicide, promting her to quit CTU, and Tony was appointed provisional head of CTU. on the other side of town, THE MUMMY was still loose around LA, and we learned that there is another super secret terrorist plan that might cost him his life. Because kidnapping the Secretary of Defense, trying to webcast his murder, and then causing a Nuclear Meltdown wasn't enough. Jack was busy trying to get some background info on THE MUMMY, yet the big boys that unwittingly hired a terrorist were afraid of losing their company, so they set out to sabotage JAck's research by pumping out an EMT bomb that buzzed out all electrical equipment in an 8-mile radius. Now, Jack is stuck in a building and being hunted down by the big boys, while CTU gets a new director: Tony's ex-wife. "I used to be married to that woman" BOOOOOOOYAH!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usher&lt;/span&gt; brought Puerto Rico to its knees over the weekend with his televised concert. Celebrities were all over the clubs and bars of PR, incluing Tom Cruise, who was seen at Babylon for the afterparty.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Puerto Ricans have no confidence in airplane pilots. They still clap after landing...because they don't think landing is possible.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; back soooon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11305270-111025936486115870?l=ocubed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/feeds/111025936486115870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11305270&amp;postID=111025936486115870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111025936486115870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11305270/posts/default/111025936486115870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocubed.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-summer-in-bostonian-winter.html' title='[O]f Summer in a Bostonian Winter.'/><author><name>-O!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166447982165884452</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
