<?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-4161392126854939908</id><updated>2012-02-06T21:41:04.256-08:00</updated><category term='club'/><category term='dmx'/><category term='music'/><category term='partay'/><category term='dance'/><category term='ddr'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='DJing'/><category term='mainstream'/><title type='text'>one lone headphone</title><subtitle type='html'>music burns when it's as fast as the wind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stare at walls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449996565898859069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161392126854939908.post-3191513464333457630</id><published>2008-06-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:51:47.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>POETRY READING! \o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p119/stare_at_walls/TWGPOSTER.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161392126854939908-3191513464333457630?l=stare-at-walls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/feeds/3191513464333457630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161392126854939908&amp;postID=3191513464333457630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/3191513464333457630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/3191513464333457630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/2008/06/poetry-reading-o.html' title='POETRY READING! \o/'/><author><name>stare at walls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449996565898859069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161392126854939908.post-8999323771589983881</id><published>2008-06-05T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:32:32.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mainstream'/><title type='text'>So, a bunch of mainstream songs I listen to right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, have you guys heard the new song from Regina Spektor? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="60" width="158"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muzicons.com/musicon.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="icon_pic=44.png&amp;amp;music_file=AXIAckIG&amp;amp;bg_color=ff0000&amp;amp;type_of_clip=whith_bar&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=radio" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" align="middle" height="60" width="158"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Call--Regina Spektor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it's something new, almost different from her older works, but still maintaining that feel she had when she started out. The piano is still divine as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And another track: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="60" width="158"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muzicons.com/musicon.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="icon_pic=59.png&amp;amp;music_file=AXIAck0H&amp;amp;bg_color=3366ff&amp;amp;type_of_clip=whith_bar&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=rain" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" align="middle" height="60" width="158"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Chapter in your Life Entitled San Fransico--The Lucksmiths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been listening to this track (and group) for a while, and they're really catchy, and they sound classic. At first listen you'll think they're an old band, but when they start mentioning e-mail and scans of postcards you realize they're recent. I'm in love with their sound, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I should review them in my next post. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm too lazy to give you free music for now. Snatch them off here if you can though, go ahead it's fine. &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/4161392126854939908-8999323771589983881?l=stare-at-walls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/feeds/8999323771589983881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161392126854939908&amp;postID=8999323771589983881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/8999323771589983881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/8999323771589983881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-bunch-of-mainstream-songs-i-listen.html' title='So, a bunch of mainstream songs I listen to right now.'/><author><name>stare at walls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449996565898859069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161392126854939908.post-1618446032753396446</id><published>2008-05-24T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:26:45.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SRS BZNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nope. Didn't get to the party. Oh well, not a big deaaalllliiooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, have a picture of the last huge party I went to. (Ages ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p119/stare_at_walls/IMAG1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm starting to get sick of the usual club music all over again. (YES, EVEN TIESTO! D:) and kind of wanting to listen to weird electronica and classic rock. I know, weird combination. It's almost like mixing one of those fancy little cocktail drinks with a purple nurple and some beer or something. WEIRD COMBINATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRS MUSIC REVIEW NEXT TIME.&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/4161392126854939908-1618446032753396446?l=stare-at-walls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/feeds/1618446032753396446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161392126854939908&amp;postID=1618446032753396446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/1618446032753396446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/1618446032753396446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/2008/05/srs-bzns.html' title='SRS BZNS'/><author><name>stare at walls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449996565898859069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161392126854939908.post-7534393324745457046</id><published>2008-04-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:03:19.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>So this is where my musical devotion goes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://interestingboredom.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-MFegoKCCQAAHH8GOY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.interestingboredom.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-MFegoKCCQAAHH8GOY1/43c6.jpg?et=etkLTwfiG%2BbP7itz0u2SkQ&amp;amp;nmid=&amp;amp;nmid=89193732&amp;amp;nmid=89193732&amp;amp;nmid=89193732" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY TIESTO WHY? To those who don't know, DJ Tiesto "The world's no. 1 DJ" is coming to Manila for a second time. Great. I wasn't able to go to the last one and I might not be able to go to this one as well. WHY? Well, allow me to enumerate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I don't think I'll be able to get enough money in time to buy tickets. IT'S TIESTO, I'm expecting a full house here. HIS PARTIES ARE MAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Even if I do get tickets, who will I go with? And especially who will I go with that will make my parent (who parties a lot and expects me to do the stupid things clubkids do) allow me to go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Who's going to get me there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. IDK JUST TOO MUCH STRESS HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, this is such a huge bitchslap for me. Really is. I listened to him before he even became "the world's number one DJ", and I listened to him when he was still underground, and I made my loops then a lot like his--a sort of blend of his style and the Telepopmusik style that I adored, I knew his music when he still wasn't TIESTO and JUST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://interestingboredom.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-MHGgoKCCQAABzFv3w1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.interestingboredom.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-MHGgoKCCQAABzFv3w1/c190.jpg?et=ImMpslhGF3EgnzMZhndQeA&amp;amp;nmid=&amp;amp;nmid=89193732&amp;amp;nmid=89193732&amp;amp;nmid=89193732" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck. When he went here for his Asian tour last time, "In Search of Sunrise" or something called like that, I DESPERATELY WANTED TO GO BUT COULDN'T. And when I heard from friends from Europe how he toured and went around the Netherlands, Bucharest, and then just around the world to Mexico and whatever, FUCK I WANTED TO. Friends just kept talking to me about his parties, and sent videos on how mad it was, and the energy. Jesus Christ the energy! To think I've been loving his music for so long, and to not be able to go to this one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://interestingboredom.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-MFegoKCCQAAHH8GOY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn, I listened to the tracks of "Elements of Life" even before it was publicly announced (because I'm a pirate like that :D) and loved every single track. No messiness, no ugly transitions, just pure trance. Fucking magic. And it really just kills me to think I might not be able to go. Really. (And it doesn't hurt that he looks good :D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But what is the purpose of this post? The real purpose is to get anyone who's willing to help me get to this party (maybe even along with them LOL) as easily as possible. Or something. It's called desperation people, and I have it. DO NOT WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just want to get to the damn party. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(cross-posted everywhere to get people who are compassionate to help me! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4161392126854939908-7534393324745457046?l=stare-at-walls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/feeds/7534393324745457046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161392126854939908&amp;postID=7534393324745457046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/7534393324745457046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/7534393324745457046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-this-is-where-my-musical-devotion.html' title='So this is where my musical devotion goes?'/><author><name>stare at walls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449996565898859069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161392126854939908.post-3504191470699988401</id><published>2007-09-12T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:02:21.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I ride jeepneys on the way to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are jeepneys? Jeepneys are more or less, the Philippine's national mode of transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeepneys came to the Philippines when the World War 2 broke out, and the American soldiers brought with them army jeeps, which were then later modified to form the now elongated verison of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus, the new national ride was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.stuartxchange.org/JeepneyThumbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday I rode a jeepney to the train station, and jeepneys here have a culture of playing LOUD MUSIC (usually the hip-hop party kind) and I get sick of it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I got lucky. I was trying my best to avoid a jeepney with loudspeakers when I ended up riding one with loudspeakers. It was redeemed though, because the jeepney played REMIXES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. let me scream in joy here. (asdfhasuifhasifhngasdiogjf!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The songs that were remixed were the techno-type, real DJ music, and I WAS SURPRISED. 1st of all, the man driving the jeep was around 50yrs. old, and hello, it's a jeepney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepneys don't play sophisticated underground club music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selections that were played (as far as I can remember) was a remix of "Time after time",  "All out of love", and some other familiar but I-forgot-the-titles-of those-songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best song was "Dragostea lin tei", a dance song from Europe that I've been craving to hear, seriously. In fact, as I boarded that jeep, I was singing the song in my head (despite not hearing the song for a good 3 months- my musical memory's that good, methinks) and then as I got near the station, BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mix plays Dragostea Lin Tei, with some other DJ music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole mix ranged from 80's remix, techno overlays, and some dance/club music with electronica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, it was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly contain my joy at hearing DJ music from a JEEPNEY early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that on the train, I took out the mp3 player and listened to Tiesto. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another typical day for my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161392126854939908-3504191470699988401?l=stare-at-walls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/feeds/3504191470699988401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161392126854939908&amp;postID=3504191470699988401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/3504191470699988401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/3504191470699988401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-ride-jeepneys-on-way-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>stare at walls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449996565898859069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161392126854939908.post-9204148264363510616</id><published>2007-09-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:03:01.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dmx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddr'/><title type='text'>Dance dance revolution hurts when you play it 10 times in a row.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ow. I played 10 straight games of Dance Dance Revolution, and 5 games of DanceManiax. MY FEET HURT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Meh, just wanted to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161392126854939908-9204148264363510616?l=stare-at-walls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/feeds/9204148264363510616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161392126854939908&amp;postID=9204148264363510616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/9204148264363510616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/9204148264363510616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/2007/09/dance-dance-revolution-hurts-when-you.html' title='Dance dance revolution hurts when you play it 10 times in a row.'/><author><name>stare at walls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449996565898859069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161392126854939908.post-1808387110369055145</id><published>2007-08-30T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:08:11.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>Match my beat, yeah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have yet created another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is going to serve as my random observations on music, and any such shit related to it. Yes. I'm an amateur &lt;s&gt;make that wanna-be&lt;/s&gt; DJ, and so this'll be a ranty, rant rant place for frustrations with DJ'ing, partying, mixing music and- OH! Did I mention I'm a DanceManiax and Dance Dance Revolution enthusiast? Haha! Prepare to be bombarded with crap such as that. That.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd elaborate, but HELLO THERE. I'm too lazy to even think of where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm also a student journalist, so yeah, expect music reviews, critiques, and such. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, onto the review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youaintnopicasso.com/images/maritime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://youaintnopicasso.com/images/maritime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maritimesongs.com/maritime.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: We, The Vehicles (2006)&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Written by Windburn                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Music? Totally indie. Words are poetic, without being too over-the-top. Their guitar riffs and keyboard overlays produce a dreamy and wanderlust-like effect. Speaking of wanderlust, We, the Vehicles puts the feel of being on the road and loving every minute of it- with tranquil and excitement overlapping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely won't skip a single track on this album. The starting notes are enough to get you either completely relaxed or batshit happy. Or both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tracks such as "Tearing up the Oxygen", "We, The Vehicles", and "Calm" makes for a very awesome roadtrip album. Defnitely a good one, especially if you're into classic rock infused with post-modernism and avant-garde music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maritime is coming up with a new album this October 2007, "Heresy and the Hotel Choir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maritimesongs.com/maritime.html"&gt;[Listen]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161392126854939908-1808387110369055145?l=stare-at-walls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/feeds/1808387110369055145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161392126854939908&amp;postID=1808387110369055145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/1808387110369055145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161392126854939908/posts/default/1808387110369055145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stare-at-walls.blogspot.com/2007/08/match-my-beat-yeah.html' title='Match my beat, yeah?'/><author><name>stare at walls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449996565898859069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
