<?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-1917134469639647346</id><updated>2011-12-29T21:20:47.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Songs for My Bloodiest Valentine</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, 2bU! For Valentine's, I'd like to give a special someone a chance at a jackpot--not a studmuffin, no sirree, but something better--an iPod. This blog is my entry (and labor of love-slash-tribute of sorts).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917134469639647346.post-778948912851349790</id><published>2007-02-17T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:34:58.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Doing This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0aKs0dPfrs/Rdft5MwLO4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LFDG_qM_GkY/s1600-h/Photo+74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0aKs0dPfrs/Rdft5MwLO4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LFDG_qM_GkY/s400/Photo+74.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032752675541433218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister and I, on our knees for freebies (or in the words of Djimon Hounsou in "Amistad": "Gives usss usss free...iPod")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister's been dateless for, uh, most of her existence. But being decidedly single doesn't equal being loveless. (Just crabby and cynical and makes you quote movie lines like, "Valentine's Day was invented by greeting card companies to make everyone else feel like crap.") So the dutiful younger sister *bashfully blinks eyes* took it upon herself to make this year's V-Day a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are 10 songs that best capture the quirks, oddities and personality defects of my bloodiest valentine--my sister. We're not exactly "Hallmark" sisters, i.e. we don't braid each other's hair, call each other "Sis" or share a bowl of ice cream on a hot afternoon, as sisters are often depicted on greeting cards. I complain when she forgets to wash her hair, she regularly calls me "eejit" ("idiot", inspired by Frank McCourt), and we goad each other into violence by stealthily leaving the largest, crustiest pot in the sink for the other to wash. Our relationship swings from brutal and rough, to funny and hysterical, to mean and viciously witty. Having lived with her for the past 23 years has left me with weakened eardrums, assorted scars, and, well, a unique perspective on life and survival. After all, the reality is that any love relationship has got to be bittersweet and make you a cartwheeling cripple, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about Valentine's Day is it isn't just a time for romantically-involved couples; it's also an excuse to say a few words to people who mean so much more to you than they think they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dearest sister, if you ever hear me scream "Leche kang bruha ka!!! @%^$#!" from time to time, don't ever believe me, ok? To my eternal roommate and most lovable hag who's given me hernia and memories: this one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 350; background-color: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.photoshow.com/publish/rY7KR5XI.swf?w=350&amp;m=0&amp;htm=5&amp;autoPlayback=false" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.photoshow.com/publish/rY7KR5XI.swf?w=350&amp;m=0&amp;htm=5&amp;autoPlayback=false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#ffffff; padding: 6px; border: solid 1px #9a9a9a;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplestar.com/redir.php?source=exbed_home_photoshow&amp;cid=15" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoshow.com/_assets/default/en_US/images/exbed_buttons/v4/PhotoShowLogo.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplestar.com/redir.php?source=exbed_make_photoshow&amp;cid=10" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoshow.com/_assets/default/en_US/images/exbed_buttons/v4/makeYourOwn.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&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/1917134469639647346-778948912851349790?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/778948912851349790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=778948912851349790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/778948912851349790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/778948912851349790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-im-doing-this_17.html' title='Why I&apos;m Doing This'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_a0aKs0dPfrs/Rdft5MwLO4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LFDG_qM_GkY/s72-c/Photo+74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917134469639647346.post-5837975859745913960</id><published>2007-02-17T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:36:50.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 10: "Beauty and the Beast" (Angela Lansbury version) on the Disney OST</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.geocities.com%2Fimmortalsuicide2006%2Fradioblog%2Fsounds%2F105-beauty_and_the_beast-beauty_and_the_beast-www.MP3-Es.com.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beauty and the Beast" was one of two songs my tone-deaf sister ever bothered to learn to play on the piano (the other was "Blue Moon"). This movie about courage, sacrifice, and love that transcends physical appearance ("and species," she would often snicker) so struck a chord in her 11-year-old heart that she braved the city's dirt and grime, dodging buses on EDSA all by her lonesome, to see it at Megamall one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-5837975859745913960?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5837975859745913960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=5837975859745913960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/5837975859745913960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/5837975859745913960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-10-ending-theme-from-voltes-v.html' title='Song # 10: &quot;Beauty and the Beast&quot; (Angela Lansbury version) on the Disney OST'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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-1917134469639647346.post-3571168966908591755</id><published>2007-02-17T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:25:51.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 9: "Excuse Me, Mister" by Ben Harper</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.perlaisie.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FBen%20Harper%20-%20Excuse%20Me%20Mr..rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is a rebuke of environmental exploitation and degredation at the hands of the human race. Growing up, my sister had always been socially and environmentally aware, which naturally cultivated in her a passion for conservation. This led her to take a master's degree (less thesis) in Marine Science (before changing career gears to Education).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-3571168966908591755?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3571168966908591755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=3571168966908591755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/3571168966908591755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/3571168966908591755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-9-excuse-me-mister-by-ben-harper.html' title='Song # 9: &quot;Excuse Me, Mister&quot; by Ben Harper'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917134469639647346.post-8053651016581941920</id><published>2007-02-17T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:30:54.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 8: "Zombie" by the Cranberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.xantology.com%2Fmusic%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Cranberries%20-%20Zombie.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my love of '90's alternative music from my sister, who always kept the radio dial on NU 107 in high school. Every time her friends came over, they would call up the station and request "Zombie". They even formed an all-girl band and played this song at their school fair (my sister was the drummer). She rocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-8053651016581941920?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8053651016581941920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=8053651016581941920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/8053651016581941920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/8053651016581941920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-8-world-i-know-by-collective-soul.html' title='Song # 8: &quot;Zombie&quot; by the Cranberries'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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-1917134469639647346.post-7127029551000357062</id><published>2007-02-17T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:28:07.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 7: "Always" by Erasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fnyem.free.fr%2FAcoustic%2Fsounds%2FErasure%20-%20Always%20%28acoustic%29.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time she hears this mid-90's near-novelty song, my sister squeals, calls out to me urgently, gets up excitedly from wherever she's seated, and, uh, dances the butterfly dance (popularized by the now-defunct Universal Motion Dancers on That's Entertainment) while happily singing along to the damn song. I pretend not to know her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-7127029551000357062?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7127029551000357062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=7127029551000357062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/7127029551000357062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/7127029551000357062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-7-always-by-erasure.html' title='Song # 7: &quot;Always&quot; by Erasure'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917134469639647346.post-1346724003161335298</id><published>2007-02-17T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:16:59.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 6: "Itsumo Nando Demo" from the Spirited Away OST</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fkyttie.free.fr%2Fradioblog%2Fsounds%2FSpirited%20Away%20-%20Itsumo%20Nando%20Demo.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spirited Away" always brings out my sister's inner child (who, like the rest of ours when unbidden, hides in a closet of adulthood and responsibilities). She absolutely loves this fantastic masterpiece of moving drawings and never fails to cry at the ending, when Haku and Chihiro finally go their separate ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-1346724003161335298?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1346724003161335298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=1346724003161335298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/1346724003161335298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/1346724003161335298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-6-itsumo-nando-demo-from-spirited.html' title='Song # 6: &quot;Itsumo Nando Demo&quot; from the Spirited Away OST'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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-1917134469639647346.post-1519137529205447239</id><published>2007-02-17T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:31:43.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 5: "Lightning Crashes" by Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fnickolabs.free.fr%2Fradio.blog.2.5%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FLive%20-%20Lightning%20Crashes.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live remains one of my sister's earliest favorite acts. "Lightning Crashes" is one of the simplest yet most moving rock songs about the fragility of existence, the binding ties of relationships, and the hope new life brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-1519137529205447239?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1519137529205447239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=1519137529205447239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/1519137529205447239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/1519137529205447239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-5-lightning-crashes-by-live.html' title='Song # 5: &quot;Lightning Crashes&quot; by Live'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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-1917134469639647346.post-4079257704837646593</id><published>2007-02-17T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:01:53.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 4: "Teardrop" by Massive Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fremiheens.free.fr%2Flecteur%2Fsounds%2FMassive%20Attack%20-%20Teardrop.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister loves to watch "House, M. D." for three things: it has the wittiest dialogue, the most offbeat characters, and the coolest intro ("Teardrop" is one brilliant hook). Had my sister pursued her Biology degree into Medicine, she would've also made one highly analytical, acerbically funny doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-4079257704837646593?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4079257704837646593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=4079257704837646593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/4079257704837646593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/4079257704837646593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-4-teardrop-by-massive-attack.html' title='Song # 4: &quot;Teardrop&quot; by Massive Attack'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917134469639647346.post-4173608798286240612</id><published>2007-02-17T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:03:03.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 3: "Not Enough Time" by (pre-J.D.) INXS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gk1aX6hvRe8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gk1aX6hvRe8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anyone else who knows how fleeting life is, it's probably the band that played this song (ex-vocalist Michael Hutchence hanged himself in his hotel room sometime in the 1990's, hence the search for Rockstar INXS). Hearing it reminds me that like love, time takes hostages, too. And that I have to be nicer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-4173608798286240612?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4173608798286240612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=4173608798286240612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/4173608798286240612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/4173608798286240612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-3-not-enough-time-by-inxs-pre-jd.html' title='Song # 3: &quot;Not Enough Time&quot; by (pre-J.D.) INXS'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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-1917134469639647346.post-4125854455385279160</id><published>2007-02-17T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:30:19.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 2: "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fw4go.free.fr%2Fcham%2FZiq%2Fradiofd%2Fsounds%2FPeter%20Gabriel%20-%20In%20your%20eyes.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fortuitous night, my sister and I saw an old movie from the '80's on cable called "Say Anything", which was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to John Cusack's career. It was the crowning glory of the teenybopper prom flicks of that decade, the happy-go-lucky-dude-wins-gorgeous-overachiever kind (fittingly enough, "Say Anything" was released in 1989). A particular scene indelibly imprinted on our minds was one in which John Cusack's character, desperate to win back Ione Skye's, stood under her window and held over his head a boombox playing "In Your Eyes". This song is already on my sister's wedding playlist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-4125854455385279160?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/4125854455385279160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=4125854455385279160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/4125854455385279160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/4125854455385279160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-2-in-your-eyes-by-peter-gabriel.html' title='Song # 2: &quot;In Your Eyes&quot; by Peter Gabriel'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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-1917134469639647346.post-6314815388429036767</id><published>2007-02-17T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:32:42.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 1: "Perhaps Love" by Howl &amp; J</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Ftiffany.awkwardmuffin.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2Fhowl%20%26%20j%20-%20perhaps%20love%20%28sarang%20een%20gah%20yo%29.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, my sister begs us to watch her favorite Koreanovelas with her. When her pleas fall on deaf ears (as they most often do), she turns the living room into a mini theater: she barricades the front door, plops herself down on her rocking chair, puts her feet up on her favorite footrest and cranks up the TV's volume to levels from which even the neighbors benefit, until we cry for mercy and join her, grudgingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the "Goong" (locally known as "Princess Hours") OST, this song in the original Korean makes my sister delirious and incoherent every time. (She abhors the Christian-Rachelle cover, though.) I guess the Koreanovela bug brings out my sister's own desire for romance and relationship (not to mention fantasies of whazizface Juk Muk Bong or Bi Bim Bap). I must admit, I was singing along to the chorus before I knew it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917134469639647346-6314815388429036767?l=mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6314815388429036767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917134469639647346&amp;postID=6314815388429036767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/6314815388429036767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917134469639647346/posts/default/6314815388429036767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodiestvalentine.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-1-perhaps-love-by-howl-j.html' title='Song # 1: &quot;Perhaps Love&quot; by Howl &amp; J'/><author><name>Nicolasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386078396776183745</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>
