<?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-11396814</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:09:35.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the life of a hopeless romantic...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></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-11396814.post-111539461654764999</id><published>2005-05-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:01:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Personality Tests... A Great Way to Kill Time.</title><content type='html'>I've been netsick for the past several weeks because I had to be with my mom for some medical reasons and now, voila! Back now I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I got to know of this online psychological test from Iñigo... I mean Schneider! (Hehe) and the results were not as I expected it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Empathy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Food indulgent&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability results were medium which suggests you are moderately relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh? Try it. You be the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111539461654764999?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111539461654764999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111539461654764999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111539461654764999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111539461654764999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/05/online-personality-tests-great-way-to.html' title='Online Personality Tests... A Great Way to Kill Time.'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111534187080756230</id><published>2005-05-06T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T09:11:10.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom... to the next degree...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile (a long while) since I last posted here. Can't think of a nice topic. I just got up from bed and saw Gelo's tag. I went to his blog and saw a link of a quiz thingo. Tried it just for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor='#99ffff' border=3 bordercolor='#0033ff' cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;G&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glitzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elitist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Realistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Altruistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relaxed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delightful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I'm so excited to go to school. Ateneo. My dream school. Can't wait to take my first step on the Eagle grounds! (Eventhough I've been here many times already) Hehe. As a student perhaps. New environment + new people = lotsa fun I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111534187080756230?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111534187080756230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111534187080756230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111534187080756230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111534187080756230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/05/boredom-to-next-degree.html' title='Boredom... to the next degree...'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111336424989062036</id><published>2005-04-13T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:12:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magpapaalam na sayo ang aking kwarto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Naglilinis ako ng aking kwarto... Na punong-puno ng galit at damit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic is taken from a song... Kwarto by Sugarfree. The persona in the song recounts his memories and throws them all away... memories of a girl... He finally decides to forget her and move on. The room is so symbolical since all of his memories are contained in there and now he's cleaning up his past to start anew. At least that's how I interpret it... It goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mga liham ng nilihim kong pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;At litrato ng kahapong maligalig&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan kong inipon&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ngayon kailangan ng itapon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watched our Seniors VCD? This is actually the background song of the Bene landmarks part. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my friends and I went to ATC intending to watch &lt;em&gt;The Ring 2&lt;/em&gt; but unfortunately I forgot my fone, our only means of communication. By the time we saw each other, the movie had already started! Hehe! Wala lang! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111336424989062036?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111336424989062036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111336424989062036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111336424989062036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111336424989062036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/04/magpapaalam-na-sayo-ang-aking-kwarto.html' title='Magpapaalam na sayo ang aking kwarto...'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111302510964846731</id><published>2005-04-09T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:41:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of the lasts...</title><content type='html'>Hehe. I was supposed to write and post this four days ago but every friggin joint in my body ached so badly... Maybe it was because I got home at about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3:30 in the morning&lt;/span&gt; from the ball... As soon as I got to my bed, I slammed my whole body against it and just slept the night... err... morning away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I only had the energy to sit and type in front of the PC today... What recuperation... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it or not, all of us have been counting our lasts since our first day of Senior year. Our last 4 quarters, last dramafest, last cheering competition, last meals in the ERV (hehe)... those kinds of stuff. Now that our counting has come to an end, realizations bore fruit in our minds. Will I have the strength to go to college? Will I become a loser in my freshman year? Will college accept me as I am?  To tell you honestly, I felt so shielded in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bene&lt;/span&gt; for I have stayed here practically my whole life. I was so comfortable with the people around me and vice versa. I think this is every freshman's worry upon entering the college life: Acceptance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I appreciate about my friends... Never rejected me, always accepted my flaws and understood my shortcomings. God I'll miss you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATCH 2005, all that's left of you are memories... but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;undying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ones they are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111302510964846731?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111302510964846731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111302510964846731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111302510964846731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111302510964846731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-of-lasts.html' title='Last of the lasts...'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111189895626892376</id><published>2005-03-27T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:49:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spur of the Moment...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went out to buy the cloth for my suit. First, we went to ATC and luckily, on our first sweep, I found the one I had in mind: black wool. Still had lots of time to kill, I went to check out which movies are hot and which are not. Ah. Miss Congeniality was showing. Together with my mom, we decided to see the highly acclaimed sequel. It was a fun movie. The storyline still revolves around the undercover thing... Hehe. They're FBI nga pala. Gracey is out to save people from peril, again, undercover. Lips zipped. Wouldn't want to spoil it for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. It's Easter Sunday today! Enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111189895626892376?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111189895626892376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111189895626892376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111189895626892376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111189895626892376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/03/spur-of-moment.html' title='Spur of the Moment...'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111166573193987762</id><published>2005-03-24T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:02:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Days&lt;/em&gt; these &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt; seem to just go by... like a river: flows continuously, never stops and goes back. It's like your just killing time and waiting for tomorrow to come... I've thought of something again, a fruit of my boredom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time moves &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt; for those who are &lt;em&gt;doleful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time moves &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt; for those who are &lt;em&gt;merry&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda in between right now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I practically had nothing to do today, I decided to download divx movies hoping that it would satisfy my boredom. AVP and The Incredibles were on my list but I ended up watching Hide and Seek with my mom and sister. A very "fun" movie. It made me go "&lt;em&gt;forty winks&lt;/em&gt;" again... Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Good Friday. Mom, sis and I would be going to church for the Stations of the Cross and Confession. After that we'll be hanging out again at home. Shall we sleep again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111166573193987762?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111166573193987762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111166573193987762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111166573193987762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111166573193987762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/03/flowing.html' title='Flowing...'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111154250894133209</id><published>2005-03-23T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:25:37.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Boredom.</title><content type='html'>Hehe. I'm so bored. My sis has been using the dsl since she got back home. Thought of ways to amuse myself. Played solitaire using real cards. Very taxing. I just ate and slept again yesterday. Is it true that you could gain weight by eating then sleeping? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister introduced to me a new song... Broken Sonnet by Hale. It didn't give me even a spark of interest when I first heard it but it's proven that if you listen to a song over and over again, you'll love the song. The last two lines were very salient... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"But still I see the tears from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just not the one for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the exact same way with you...&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you'd learn to grasp opportunities in the future...&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's not with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111154250894133209?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111154250894133209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111154250894133209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111154250894133209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111154250894133209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/03/fighting-boredom.html' title='Fighting Boredom.'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111139773488534750</id><published>2005-03-21T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:57:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so pooped out today!</title><content type='html'>My head hurts so badly. It's as if my head is being torn into two. I practically spent the whole day sleeping, or if not sleeping, eating. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends have plans on going on trips this week. Me? I'm just going to stay here at home and spend my time with family members. Sorry... Haha. Can't think of a nice topic. Oh yeah! Hehe. &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~janos_audron/"&gt;Judes&lt;/a&gt; made a pic of me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Very disturbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Adek.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that tomorrow wouldn't be the same as this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111139773488534750?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111139773488534750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111139773488534750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111139773488534750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111139773488534750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-feel-so-pooped-out-today.html' title='I feel so pooped out today!'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111115894873929103</id><published>2005-03-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T11:08:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss BENE, I will...</title><content type='html'>There would be no classes next week and by the time we get back to school on the 28th, we would only have 3 days left in our whole Bene life. Every time I look back on the events that left a mark in my life, it makes me sad due to the very thought that we may never see some of our batch mates again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those would be our Recollection just last week. The guest speaker was from Benilde and is very popular with the previous batches because of his exceptionally funny jokes and gelastic gestures. He pointed out a lot of important tenets that made me change my outlook in life. The thing that struck me the most was when he said that we may never see some of our batch mates ever again. So true. I took the initiative of reconciling with the people I have offended. (Like the kiddie fights back in grade school. Haha.) The feeling was beyond the explainable. It was like doing away with a heavy load on your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College truly is a different world: More freedom but more work to be done. At present, there are some things that are bugging my mind about my "would to be" life. I can't imagine myself not wearing a uniform in school anymore... I won't be riding a school bus... Won't be able to hangout with the best barkada in the best tambayan ever again... Dang. I'm having separation anxiety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of changes we would have to undergo... A lot of changes we have to accept...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111115894873929103?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111115894873929103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111115894873929103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111115894873929103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111115894873929103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/03/miss-bene-i-will.html' title='Miss BENE, I will...'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111081173652842474</id><published>2005-03-14T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:51:34.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>I knew from the very moment I opened my eyes this morning that my day wouldn't go right. True indeed. I forgot a lot of things for school like my payment for the gradball which I thought my mom paid already, my gala uniform which, according to our Prefect of Students and Level Prefect, is needed for today in fulfillment of our graduation requirements. Not being able to comply with the said provision shall prohibit the students from marching. Guess what?! I didn't bring one! = ) Some of my classmates told me that it wasn't like me to forget things especially when it comes to school requirements. Oh well! I guess sh*t happens and it happens for a reason. *wink* People make mistakes. That's why pencils have erasers. Hehehe where have i seen that saying? Oh yeah. Grade School Guidance office. Used to hang out there a lot when I was a kid. Toys? Books? Nah. Aircon. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my sucky experience today, I had to find a way on how to acquire one long sleeved shirt with a maroon tie. Aha. My bakrada. I asked every single one of them if they had extras. Whew! Paolo. Lifesaver. He asked their house helper to bring the shirts and ties. She had to commute during the hottest part of the day just to meet the given deadline which was 1 in the afternoon. The agitating part didn't end there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the gala uniforms weren't checked. All that effort for nothing. Thanks "dudes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111081173652842474?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111081173652842474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111081173652842474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111081173652842474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111081173652842474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396814.post-111063658276066343</id><published>2005-03-12T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:46:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first entry!</title><content type='html'>Wow... my first entry in my blog! I've always thought that creating a blog would take so much time and that thinking kept me from making one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now... I'm waiting for my friend Elijah because we'll be goin to the house of our classmate. Tonight is our class party! The original plan was to go to Laguna for an overnight stay. My other classmate would be the one in charge of the transportation. Due to the distance of our destination, some of our classmates weren't allowed by their parents to go. Whichever event that would come into fruition, I'd still go for this would be the last time I'll be able to bond with a very good friend and classmate of mine. After our graduation, he would be moving to Australia where he will finish his schooling. Take care dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get ready for tonight's affair! Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396814-111063658276066343?l=desespere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/feeds/111063658276066343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396814&amp;postID=111063658276066343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111063658276066343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396814/posts/default/111063658276066343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desespere.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-entry.html' title='My first entry!'/><author><name>gE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050927619615759918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/gerard_agbayani/Image531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
