﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>okabekid's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from okabekid</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid</link></image><item><title>Sunday, July 13, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/665827329/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/665827329/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 02:37:48 GMT</pubDate><description>me and yoshi are covering reinventing your exit acoustic by underoath. &lt;br&gt;so far its sounding pretty sweet.&amp;nbsp; i'm pretty excited to get this done. &lt;br&gt;wooo can't wait to get it recorded or something. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/665827329/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, June 27, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/663618666/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/663618666/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 22:56:06 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;sometimes it feels as though my world that i know is being disintergrated to pieces.&lt;BR&gt;other times it feels as though something keeps it from breaking apart.&lt;BR&gt;just when something makes sense in the world i live in&lt;BR&gt;something else twists it into something unrecognizable.&lt;BR&gt;so why do things happen the way it really happens&lt;BR&gt;is there really a reason for everything or is that just some BS saying just to ease something painful?&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/663618666/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, February 02, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/640610730/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/640610730/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 19:11:13 GMT</pubDate><description>its kinda funny how things aren't as innocent as they used to be. &lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/640610730/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, November 19, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/627997030/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/627997030/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 23:27:45 GMT</pubDate><description>As the smoke floats away &lt;br&gt;From the burning of a cigarette&lt;br&gt;My eyes can't see whats in front of me&lt;br&gt;And then i stumble and fall&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I trudge along to what seems like forever&lt;br&gt;Not knowing what the future is holding&lt;br&gt;It feels as though God has a master plan&lt;br&gt;And I am at his command within a snap of his fingers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/627997030/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, June 16, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/598123753/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/598123753/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2007 16:36:53 GMT</pubDate><description>Colleges.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Any suggestions..?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;please......:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/598123753/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, June 01, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/594885292/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/okabekid/594885292/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 20:24:13 GMT</pubDate><description> &lt;img title="photobucket" style="border-style: none; 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