<?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-9533375</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:18:33.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gryffon Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-116463004825792401</id><published>2006-11-27T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:20:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untouched</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time sinced I wrote something in my blog. I really missed blogging. Its really hard to maintain a blog site you know. Nonetheless, I still wanna continue... Looking forward in writing something more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-116463004825792401?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/116463004825792401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/116463004825792401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2006/11/untouched.html' title='Untouched'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-114025947105016403</id><published>2006-02-18T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:44:31.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOOLOGY LAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Zoology Slide Pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/e203/kevingarcia001/"&gt;http://photobucket.com/albums/e203/kevingarcia001/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-114025947105016403?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/114025947105016403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/114025947105016403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2006/02/zoology-lab.html' title='ZOOLOGY LAB'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-113022313191436477</id><published>2005-10-25T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:13:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMBREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/SEMBREAK02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;It has been a heck of a semester for us freshmen students. Well, the great thing is, its now our sembreak. What do we do during sembreak? Enjoy it ofcourse, and that is what we exactly did last week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-113022313191436477?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/113022313191436477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/113022313191436477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/10/sembreak.html' title='SEMBREAK'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-112952585776438565</id><published>2005-10-17T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:10:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Wow, I didnt have the opportunity to blog for a very long time! Its been a while, I remember the last time I did was when I... err... I don't recall it already. Well, I'm quite happy the first semester was over. Well, the final exams weren't so bad! Well, except for Anthropology and Algebra that is. No matter, I got high scores on both of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-112952585776438565?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112952585776438565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112952585776438565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/10/finals-done.html' title='FINALS DONE'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-112294773499524180</id><published>2005-08-02T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:55:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Colleagues at PHS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Its funny how life flows so swiftly. Its seems like its only yesterday when we first met at Pampanga High School, our beloved Alma Mater. Now, our paths were now in seperate ways. Unbounded by faith, we shall be binded again by our initiatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Were now in college. For some, it may be easy, for some it may be not. But the point is we are busy. No time for each other. No time to speak, to talk, to chat. No time for hi's and hello's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Come and be one with us. Join the SsC_batch04-05 at &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Thx and Rock on~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-112294773499524180?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112294773499524180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112294773499524180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/08/yahoo-group_02.html' title='Yahoo Group'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-112234761596543441</id><published>2005-07-26T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:19:58.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMINID FASHION SHOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday, I and my classmates in the class of BSN I-18 presented our long-awaited presentation. Its a freakin fashion show. Everybody was nervous, or may I say, "freaking-out" about the fact that we lack preparations. It seemed that everything didn't go as we wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;First, the &lt;strong&gt;PROPS&lt;/strong&gt;. We had no prostetics, just powdered coal. Well, thats not just close to prostetics right? The reason is, they're auspicably, if I may add my personal favorite, and "freakinly" expensive, costing to 2000+ each pack? I dont know really. But the point is, all we had are these "semi-spears" (have you seen a spear without a pointed edge?) and pieces of rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Another thing is the &lt;strong&gt;BACKGROUND&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, all we had were pieces of leaves scattered in the floor. We turned-off the lights and some ropes covered in green (which are the "so-called" vines). Not so shrewd? Yup, you may say so. No lightings whatsoever. We had no stage! Why? Its because the "freakin" guard didnt allow my classmate Drew (which was in charge), to bring the freakin stage into the building. The reason was because, its freakinly large! No offense to Drew, he "nearly wept". *Drew said, "Oi hindi ha!". Well ok, you didnt, you didnt "nearly wept". Is that because you did weep? *Drew replied, "Batukan kita jan eh!". Ok. Ok. I wont "annoy" you anymore Drew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;COSTUMES. &lt;/strong&gt;Well, I cannot imagine, why did they call them "costumes". My perception about the word costume, was having clothes to transform yourself to other thingy, well close to that. Maybe the girls, were transformed. But the males, its just us, just strip the clothes! Were freakinly "semi-naked". Well that's very disturbing isnt it. All modes of improvisation were made. Like that of our skin, it was covered with ground coal (coal--&gt;grind = ground coal) and the ones who were "ape-like" were covered with "map strands" marinated in "jobus". Dont wanna know how did they did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;TECHNICAL THINGYS&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We have so many technical gadgets around. Namely...the CD player...the CD player...and the CD player. Yup, all we had was a CD player! Isnt that great? No smoke machine. No effects. Only pure background music (which was not too great). No offense again to Drew, I know you did everything you can. *Drew said: "Its not my fault ok! Yung admin kasi, ang gulo gulo! Punta ka daw dito, punta ka daw...". Ok Drew, we understand, dont cry. Its ok. Well, the thing was, we didnt get the technical things we requested. The mic, the projector, the amplifiers and other stuff. They said that it must be accomplished a week before the event. Well, its not Drew to blame, *Drew said "Yung kasing admin eh!". Well, we cant blame them, its policy. But I know someone who was supposed to accomplished the form earlier. I wont mention the name though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;PRACTICE/DRY RUN.&lt;/strong&gt; We only had an opportunity to practice or to have a dry run, the very hour before the play. Well, they said it was due to the lack of room to practice. Ha! If I were them, I wont say that. Again, I got somebody to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, thats the "FEW" things we lack. Now, on the Fashion Show proper. The show started as soon our teacher went in and sat in the middle chairs (which were located at the, you've guessed it, in the middle part of the room). It started well, "fine". Everybody did their part. Each having their performances on "stage" (hey there's no stage). When it was my time to "FLY". I had a sudden hesitation deep inside (maybe because I'm not really supposed to play the part of the &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens, &lt;/em&gt;I'm just a proxy afterall, *Kevin, "Curse you Vinz !!"), but I did what I can focusing on my role as a &lt;em&gt;Homo sapien. &lt;/em&gt;I thought that I really am a &lt;em&gt;Homo sapien &lt;/em&gt;(wait a minute, I am a &lt;em&gt;Homo sapien). &lt;/em&gt;Well, an "ancient" &lt;em&gt;Homo sapien. &lt;/em&gt;You know the picture, hunting wild animals, mountain-man. Well, I did pretty well. I only had a problem with my so-called "costume". I didnt have one! Well, I just borrowed one from Archie, and he lend me his (Thanx Chie!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, it was like everybody didnt know what to do. Our "instructress" Jaq was at our "instructor's" back (The instructress refers to who choreographed the play, while the instructor refers to our professor), which means that she was there so our professor wont see that she's coaching us. Well, we did it, we managed to finish the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;After the play, was lots of cleaning. Somebody sat on my uniform and it was a mess. It was full of filth and dirt. No I was just kidding. Nobody sat on it. We "cleansed", the environment, from unwanted leaves, spears, rocks, and pieces of costumes, that were now a shadow of our presentation (which sucks). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The time of judgement has come, when we all managed to move on and our professor (Sir BaRoy) was in front in his desk. First, he said the bad points. He said that the only bad point of the play, was the lack of powerpoint presentation, but he said that it didn't matter because we didnt know it would take a week in order for us to lend one. Well, thats not completely true. We just gave him the diskette that contained the presentation (courtesy of Drew). Then, to the good points. According to Sir BaRoy, a good point was we were able to pull of a "freakin"(my side comment) presentation with limited resources and limited amount of time. Its true, and earlier when he announced the presentation, he said that we must be creative and be innovative, meaning dont spend to much money. Another good point was, according to him, we were able to depict the story without any words. I said to myself, there are words, like "Grrr!", "Raaah!", "Waaah" and others. I was surprised, perplexed, astonished, astounded, when he said the we had a &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT SCORE. &lt;/strong&gt;Everyone was shocked, and after few seconds, we all cheered in unison. It was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-112234761596543441?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112234761596543441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112234761596543441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/07/hominid-fashion-show.html' title='HOMINID FASHION SHOW'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-112210939748907931</id><published>2005-07-23T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T17:25:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRELIMS DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Whew! It's such a relief that the prelims are over. Not that its too hard to handle, but because having to worry a lot is a big pain in the rear. Well, if I may say so, I didnt sweat a lot, and the fact is I finished some of the tests quite ahead of time. I didnt find it hard answering the questions, but I know some of my answers are definitely erroneous. Maybe because of the fact that erasures are wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FILIPINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This test was quite easy to crack. Ever heard of a prelim test with a spelling section? If not, this was the test that you didnt hear off. Its true, there was a spelling section of the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Spent: 40 Minutes out of 90 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CF (Christian Formation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This test was completely subjective. The only objective test was the essay question. Well, isnt that ironic? An objective essay test? (Kevin said: "Ahh irony, so we meet again.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Spent: 70 Minutes out of 90 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANTHROPOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The trickiest subject ever made. Well, as I said, the teacher is a former Psychology teacher, so what do you expect? Trick questions. I committed a mistake in the matching type section, and it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Spent: 60 Minutes out of 90 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSYCHOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This test was one of the easiest. Its just pure analyzation and remembering what the teacher discussed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Spent: 35 Minutes out of 90 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLLEGE ALGEBRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This test was cool. It reminded me why I do hate Algebra. I met irony again, I spent one hour in the multiple choice and 30 minutes in the problem solving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Spent: 92 Minutes out of 90 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I cant remember any question that was related in our discussion. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Spent: 30 Minutes out of 90 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The most feared exam of all. Well, its that what we've thought. But its totally easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Spent: 30 Minutes out of 90 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well, that's the last of it, hopefully the semis and the finals are also like this. If not, well thats better. That's all rock on~! and peez out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&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/9533375-112210939748907931?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112210939748907931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112210939748907931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/07/prelims-done.html' title='PRELIMS DONE'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-112167448033174338</id><published>2005-07-18T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:18:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRELIMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Our preliminary examinations are due this week. Like in the past, more cramming, more reviews, more requirements. It's not that our lessons were difficult, its because this is the first time that I will experience a college prelim exam. Is it difficult? Maybe. Is it brain-twirling? I hope not. But the point is, I will try my best to get a high score. True, I'm not good at memorization, but I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prelims will be at the following dates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Room:&lt;/strong&gt; PS-408&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 8:30 - 3:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 20, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Filipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;-Christian Formation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;-Cultural Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 21, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;-College Algebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;-Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;July 22, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;-English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;-General and Inorganic Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* May God help me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-112167448033174338?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112167448033174338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112167448033174338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/07/prelims.html' title='PRELIMS'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-112104518245572323</id><published>2005-07-11T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:26:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTHROPOLOGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;As I said, college life just gets better and better. Well, contrary to common belief, I think its not that tough. My current agenda is the hominid fashion show at anthropology. Our teacher in anthropology (Sir BaRoy) announced that there will be a fashion show, I volunteered to be the head in the research department. Though, I'm not that sure on my decision, coz it's really a pain in the neck. I'm doing good so far, except in Physical Fitness! I have zero flexibility. Moreover, I got repremanded twice for my "so-called" misbehavior in PE. Well, enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;As I was saying, my favorite subject so far would be anthropology. It rocks, especially the teacher. Some people may think he is "weird" but not for me. Everytime we have a test, we have several options to raisen up our grade, or if your not that lucky, decrease. You may call it gambling, well in a point it is. But before that, if you do not know the answer in the test, you can admit your idiocracy and write HAVE MERCY. By doing this, you will get .2 (1/5) point. Well, it's not big but .2 is definitely better than nothing. Back with the gambling thingy. The test was fairly difficult. Why? Because its a morse code true or false. Its great, seriously. Great chance to fail. So, the solution, a BET. Yup, its a bet, we can bet on the finals of NBA. You can either bet on the spurs or the pistons. It's a 3-3 situation and everybody was nervous on which team will they pick. The maximum number of points you can bet is 5. If you win, you get 5 points, if you lose 5 points will be deducted from your score. But, the thing is, I won. Weee! And the 5 points came in handy for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;My current agenda, in anthropology today will be the agenda about the fashion show, right. I am one of the major players in this game of chess? So, my participation is, should I say vital to our success. For a two weeks now, I've been doing my research on the hominids, utilizing my spare time to do so. Well, I'm doing good in the research, and I'm done. It's a long quest, but I managed to survive. I'm looking forward in encountering higher obtacles in the future, so I must be prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, thats it! Rock on~ Thanx for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-112104518245572323?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112104518245572323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112104518245572323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/07/anthropology.html' title='ANTHROPOLOGY'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-112082023558164055</id><published>2005-07-08T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T18:59:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hominids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Lucy's Secret&lt;br /&gt;The Evolution of the Human Beings&lt;br /&gt;(for the eyes of Drew, in case you didnt receive my email ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ardipithecus ramidus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 5.8 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Ethiopian&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 320cc to 380 cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 3'0" (F) to 4'0" (M)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 46kg (F) to 55kg (M)&lt;br /&gt;Physique: small--chimp size (4 ft. tall), bipedal, arms not long enough for knuckle walking, small brain, large molars, reduced canines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australopithecus anamensis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 4.2 Million to 3.9 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Kenyan&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 350cc to 400 cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 4'3" (F) to 5'0" (M)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 45kg (F) to 60 kg (M)&lt;br /&gt;Physique: large molars with thick enamel, chimp-like jaw, ape-like ear openings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australopithecus afarensis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 3.9 Million to 3 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Ethiopian&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 325cc to 520cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 3'4" (F) to 5'0" (M)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 30kg (F) to 70kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: gracile, small brain, protruding brow ridge, large canines, post-caninie megadontia, sexual dimorphism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australopithecus africanus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 3.5 Million to 2.5 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: African&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 420cc to 500cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 3'4" (F) to 4'2" (M)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 30kg (F) to 60kg (M)&lt;br /&gt;Physique: light build; relatively long arms, higher forehead, shorter face, less prominent brow ridges, small-incisor like canines, larger molars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australopithecus aethiopicus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 2.6 Million to 2.3 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Kenyan&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 410cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 3'6" to 4'3"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 32kg (F) to 65kg (M)&lt;br /&gt;Physique: robust, post-caninie megadontia, largest sagittal crest, primitive skull, massive face, massive jaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australopithecus boisei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 2.2 Million to 1.3 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Tanzanian&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 500cc to 550cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 3''8" to 4"2'&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 40kg (F) to 80kg (M)&lt;br /&gt;Physique: very heavy build, post-caninie megadontia, sagittal crest, little sexual dimorphism, relatively long arms, prominent crests on top and back of skull, strong facial buttressing, very thick jaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australopithecus robustus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 2 Million to 1.5 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: South African&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 530 cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 3'6" to 4'0"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 40 to 80 kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: very heavy build, long arms, crest on top of skull, long broad flat face, moderate facial buttressing, thick jaws, small incisors, large canines, large premolars, moderate sexual dimorphism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo habilis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 2 Million to 1.6 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Tanzanian&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 500cc to 650cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 3'0"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 45 kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: small--chimp size, ape-like limb proportions, narrower cheek bones, long arms, small face, thinner jaws, small and narrow molars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo ergaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 1.8 Million to 1.2 Million Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Kenyan&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 750cc to 1250cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 3'11"(F) to 5'2"(M)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 68kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: robust jaw, smaller teeth, higher cranial vault, prominent brow ridge, rounded cranium, robust but "human" skeleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo erectus javanesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 1.8 Million to 300,000 Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Indonesian&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 775cc to 1300cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 4'6" (F) to 6'0" (M)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 70kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: broad flat nose, head sloping forehead, thick brow ridges, larger molars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo erectus pekinesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 1.8 Million to 300,000 Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 850cc to 1300cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 4'7" (F) to 5'9" (M)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 70kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: marked brow ridges, receeding forehead, protruding face, massive jaw, weak development of chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo sapiens (archaic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 400,000 to 100,000 Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Spanish, Asian&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 1100cc to 1400 cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 4'5"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 77kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: higher skull, less protruding face, smaller canine, less sexual dimorphism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo sapiens neanderthalensis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 150,000 to 30,000 Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: European&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 1200cc to 1750cc&lt;br /&gt;Height: 4'5" to 4'7"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 82kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: Reduced brow ridge, thinner skull, large nose, midface projection, smaller teeth, large body (for cold weather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo sapiens sapiens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 60,000 to present&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: African, European, American, Oceanian, Antartican&lt;br /&gt;Mental Statistics: 1450cc (F) to 1500cc (M)&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'5" to 6"7'&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 68kg&lt;br /&gt;Physique: small teeth, modern skeletons adapted for heat, no brow ridge, shorter high skull, shorter jaws, chin developed, smaller teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm included here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----End----&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/9533375-112082023558164055?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112082023558164055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112082023558164055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/07/hominids.html' title='Hominids'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-112009779014991650</id><published>2005-06-30T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:47:16.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Physical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Physical Fitness Test. The Part of Physical Education that I hate most. Why? Coz I'm not darn flexible. Simply that. But, like it or not, I have to take it. I definitely cannot drop Physical Fitness, besides, I need it. But it sucks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-112009779014991650?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112009779014991650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/112009779014991650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-get-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Physical'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111960188362414100</id><published>2005-06-24T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T17:18:22.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE PEEPZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More friends for me? Well, yes. I begun to meet more and more *acquaintances*. It's such a great thing to be able to socialize with people. Like my teacher in english said, communication is a great thing to have, it is a very important skill to acquire and although we use it everyday, the skill of communication is one of the things we lack. * I agree*&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;strong&gt;New Peepz at AUF&lt;/strong&gt;&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;1. &lt;strong&gt;Archie&lt;/strong&gt;-- one of the first people I met during our chem lab class. He's cool, versatile, verbal and he rocks at playing the guitar. Fashions himself as "THE MASTER RAPPER" (maybe he's and expert at that field too). Joker of the crew. We have common taste in hair style, and both of us recite at class most of the times. *I hate english* archie said. Loves to wear his favorite ankh necklace (egyptian cross?). *It's a symbol of the atheists* i said (juz kiddin). He said he can do 55 push-ups in one blow (questionable).&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;2. &lt;strong&gt;Gabby&lt;/strong&gt;-- met him thru Archie (also at chem lab class). Loves to *may we go out* and go to the CR to pee. Brings the ultimate weapon (*face powder*). It's cool to hang out with him. I don't know his expertise (maybe PE). Defeated him at Counter Strike *in your face Gab!* 15-0 (course I'm 15). &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;3. &lt;strong&gt;Vinz&lt;/strong&gt;-- coolest dude of the class. Womanizer. Thinks about women everytime. *Hates gays (abusive gays)*. Lives at San Fernando (like myself at the same point where I ride tricycle). Modern. Nice outfits. Wealthy background. Always on the go. Loves eating at Mcdonalds. Wears his *favorite* shades most of the time. Good Athleticsm *works out*. Very similar to Archie. &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/9533375-111960188362414100?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111960188362414100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111960188362414100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-peepz.html' title='MORE PEEPZ'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111900217000628938</id><published>2005-06-17T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:56:10.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO FAR YET SO NEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So far, my study at AUF had been great. Not so strict teachers, not so weird classmates and not so hectic schedule. Pity for me, many of my classmates were validictorians or salutatorians. But I'm up to a fight. It's such a pity for them, I'm not giving up that easy. I would do all I can do, in order to ace the class. It's not my obligation, but it's my goal. I know I can do it. Even how insurmountable the task is, I know I'm capable to accomplish it. &lt;strong&gt;I CAN DO THIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-111900217000628938?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111900217000628938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111900217000628938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-far-yet-so-near.html' title='SO FAR YET SO NEAR'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111883525166733202</id><published>2005-06-15T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:37:34.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEVIN</title><content type='html'>&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;K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keen&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;Eccentric&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;V&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valiant&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;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ideal&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;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naughty&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;/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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-111883525166733202?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111883525166733202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111883525166733202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/06/kevin.html' title='KEVIN'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111874734369980264</id><published>2005-06-14T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T19:09:03.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY FUNK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Today was my first day in college! I can't believe it! Im finally in college! It seems yesterday when I was in highschool. As they all say, time runs faster when you're enjoying. Truly, this is one of my most remarkable feats in life, stepping into college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I cannot describe my enthusiasm, as I stepped in the Professional Schools Building of AUF, later this morning. It was then 11:30 AM, I was with my friend Raphael. We checked the board for our names, and I found mine while Raphael did not. Pity. We stood in the doorway for 10 minutes, thinking what to do. Then, we decided to proceed to the Registrar's Office (which was located at the main campus of AUF). As we entered the room, nobody was in sight. Then, a tall lady approached us and asked us about our purpose. We politely gave her our form 137's (which was required by the school) and we set off to the dean's office in order for us to pass the photocopy of our form 137's.  There was a lot of commotion inside the room due to the large number of students there. Inspite of this, we managed to squeeze ourselves in and passed our forms. We also managed to ask for our schedule slips. Then, I looked at my clock. It's already 12:10 so we decided to proceed to our classrooms. Unfortunately, we were not on the same section and we parted away from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Time was ticking as I pursued my journey to PS-313, my classroom for the day. It's not a long walk, so I managed to rendezvous with my classmates at approximately 12:15.  I recognized some of my schoolmates, one of them was Jackilyn. Although, I don't know her personally. Little commotion was heard from the room, the voices of my fellow students were like buzzes from the bees. I was silent for several minutes. My enthusiasm dropped to zero when I was in the room. I don't know why, but it did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;My silence was broke when one of my classmates, asked me about my name. I really don't remember if she asked my name first or my address. What I do remember is her name, which is Michelle. She introduced me to her seatmate, Kaye, and I introduced myself in return. They also introduced me to the lady beside Kaye, Ruth. The three of us talked about things. Michelle asked me if AUF was my first choice, I said that it wasn't and it was UP Manila. I told her that I was able to pass the exam but unfortunately I wasn't able to enrol by default. She told me that she was a Cebuana and we continued to talk about other things. Kaye, on the other hand, was from Baguio but because of a quake they were forced to live at Pampanga. She also said that she was from GNC (Guagua National Colleges), and her first choice was UST (most of my cousins enrolled here). Due to my enjoyment, I didn't realized that it was already 12:40. My teacher was late.  Our english class begins at 12:30 PM. Now, a lot of noise was heard from the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The commotion was broke when a teacher got inside. She got in the room because of a mistake, thinking we were the section 17 (I'm in the section 18). She got out and the noise was revived. I continued to chat with my new found acquaintances (I can't say they're already my friends, don't I?). We talked about our past highschool life, our hobbies and we even exchanged phone numbers. I was also able to inform them about my site, and Kaye gave me her e-mail address. Another teacher went in, and this time, it was not a mistake. He is our college algebra teacher, pity me, I forgot his surname. His name was Rhen, maybe his nickname. He gave us our class cards, which were filled-up with our particulars. Then, one by one we passed the class cards, and one by one he read our names, requesting for our official registration form. When, it was my turn, I gave my form and I did not know that it will be returned. I made a mistake, and he called my name and gave my form back to me. After all of my classmates were called, he discussed about our grades. It seems that the prelims and midterms, were 1/3 of our grade and should be taken seriously. He also pointed that our textbook was a requirement and will be qualified as our first quiz. Then, he gave us our syllabus in College Algebra. It contains the lesson that we will tackle, and the biography of our textbook and other reference books together with websites on the net. He also informed us about the MPS (Math-Physics Society) which is a non-mandated organization of the school. Then, some questions were tossed. I asked the professor about the MPS, I asked if it is okay to join the organization even if you're not that good in math,  and he told me that it was much better that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;As the hands of the clock striked at 3:30 PM, he left the room and the decibels rose up again. I'm so bored at that time. I had another chat with Michelle and Kaye. After an hour or so, the class decided to dismiss themselves and thought that the teacher won't come anymore. Me, together with my new acquaintances, decided to proceed at the school bookstore, to claim our english books and buy our math books. However, there was lots of people in the bookstore. We just then decided to check out our chem-lab. It was located at room SA-203, if I'm not mistaken. Then, we got out of the campus and set-off to our homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-111874734369980264?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111874734369980264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111874734369980264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-funk.html' title='FIRST DAY FUNK!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111821350784559630</id><published>2005-06-08T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:58:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because of my growing boredom, I decided to create a forum site. I began searching at www.google.com . It displayed several sites, claiming they provide free forum service. I clicked on the first site which is www. forumer.com. I checked it out and began to administer my new forum site. I realized that it wasnt easy to moderate the site. I need some help from a friend. I called my friend Raphael and he agreed to help. I hope that my forum will click. If you want to see it please visit: &lt;a href="http://studentcircle.12.forumer.com/"&gt;The Student Circle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-111821350784559630?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111821350784559630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111821350784559630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/06/forum.html' title='Forum'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111761226855293296</id><published>2005-05-30T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:25:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUBIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last sunday, me and my family enjoyed a pleasant vacation at Subic. It was such a great experience. The night before, we packed our stuff as we prepare for our trip. I packed some clothes, towels, a toothbrush and other necessary accessories. I slept at almost 12:00 at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, everything was ready. I woke up at 6:00 AM, took a bath, got dressed and checked my stuff. My mom's friend Aunt Lorna came with his husband and daughter. We all stepped in our vehicle. The next thing I know, we were on a trip to Subic. Weehee! The trip took one hour for us to reach Subic. The minutes just kept rushing by and soon we were there. But before heading to the resort, we had to stop by at Pancake House (which is the only store available at that time). We had breakfast at 7:15 AM. Ironically, I ate burger steak and a cupfull of hot soup. After that, we pursued on our trip to Grande Island Resort. We parked our car at a parking lot near the port and we stepped into a medium-sized ship named M/V Cheewee. The trip went on after 10 minutes of waiting. It's my first time to ride in that kind of boat so I'm a bit nervous. The trip went on, and I felt a little dizzy while looking at the waves. We were opposing the current so it wasn't a smooth sailing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 minutes or so, we reached Grande Island Resort. It was quite a warm welcome, each of us were awarded with a necklace created from seashells. The seashell necklace was cool. In addition to that, there were several gorgeous and pretty chicks around. The tour guide directed us to one of the villas in the resort. Although they all look the same. There was cable TV in the room and air-conditioning too. I ate a few snacks of my own, while my sisters went out to do their thing (to swim). A few moments later, I decided to chat a little bit with my new 6630. It rocks! Unfortunately, the reception at Olongapo was not that good. Inspite of that, I managed to chat with my friend Mairre and my cousing Kim for a short time. After a while, I watched cable TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 12:30 PM my sisters together with my mother and my aunt returned from the beach. After a few minutes, we ate lunch at 1:00 PM in the main hotel. The food was exquisite! Although, I forgot the names. After that, we had some little rest in our villa. Again, I managed to chat thru time. Again, I watched cable TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours or so, we had to go. Sadly. Again, we stepped into the M/V Cheewee. This time it was a smooth sailing ride. Thats because we are not opposing the waves. We reached the port after 15 minutes, and got into the car. Then we had to stop by at Chowking. It was then 6PM, and we finished eating at 6:45 PM. We traveled home and I fell fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, I remembered. &lt;strong&gt;I FORGOT TO SWIM.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/9533375-111761226855293296?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111761226855293296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111761226855293296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/05/subic.html' title='SUBIC'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111719173189547571</id><published>2005-05-10T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:19:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chosen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The quest finally came to an end. Recently, I enrolled at Angeles University Foundation (AUF). Well, If you think that I'm a lunatic not picking UP, you can say so. I also think so. But it's done. Last May 10, 2005 I enrolled at AUF. I have my own reasons. Whew! I'm glad that's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;marquee width="400" height="23"&gt;Angeles University Foundation Rocks! So long to University of the Philippines&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-111719173189547571?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111719173189547571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111719173189547571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/05/chosen.html' title='Chosen!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111526201738421158</id><published>2005-05-05T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:29:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is Which?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Did you ever encounter a point in your life, where in your decision will greatly affect your future? These times are called crossroads of our lives. Indeed, it is very difficult to choose. Often, we ask ourselves am I taking the right path? What will happen if I made a mistake? Who will benifit my decision, is it just me or everybody else? One things for sure, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed very difficult to choose a course for college. There are many things to consider, many people really. Your parents, your peers and yourself. Which will you prioritize. But after choosing your course, if you think your problems are over. Think again. This time, what school will you pick? As such, there are also many factors to consider. The budget of your family, the quality of education in that school, the mode of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was torn between two schools. Angeles University Foundation (AUF) and University of the Philippines (UP). I don't know which one to choose. It's like choosing between both ends of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;May God help me decide.&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/9533375-111526201738421158?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111526201738421158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111526201738421158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/05/which-is-which.html' title='Which is Which?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111469674659067579</id><published>2005-04-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:59:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROADS OF OUR LIVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We are traveling the roads of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Finding our way with the will to survive&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with the lows and the high day by day&lt;br /&gt;On our journey we will do the best that we can&lt;br /&gt;If we stumble and fall and we struggle to stand&lt;br /&gt;Lead us up with your helping hand&lt;br /&gt;We'll be on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that your every dream will come true,&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anywhere I'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you love and happiness&lt;br /&gt;Because I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's shining bright I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkness of night&lt;br /&gt;I will be there to guide&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to each other tight come what may&lt;br /&gt;As we travel down the roads of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Finding our way with the dream and the drive&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with the lows and the high day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Refrain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-111469674659067579?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111469674659067579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111469674659067579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/04/roads-of-our-lives.html' title='ROADS OF OUR LIVES'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111469729622983210</id><published>2005-04-24T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:15:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSING PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the graduation, another event was seen in my calender. It was the IV-Proton closing party. It was quite ironic that I am included in this party because I'm not from the IV-Proton in the first place. But since I did not organize a closing party for our section (I'm the almighty president of IV-Rizal 1), I am free to join the closing party of IV-Proton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At first, I hesitated to join the party because of the fact that I am NOT a IV-Proton. But then my friend Jed, said that some of the students that will join the party were not also part of the IV-Proton class. So I decided to come. Unfortunately, before I could come, I have to persuade my mom to give me permission to join the party. The problem was that it's an overnight party. It took time before she allowed me to come but in the end she gave me the permission (and the funds) that I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The party, organized by their president, Erika Naguit was scheduled at April 22-23. She said that the time of departure was at 8:00 AM. The rule was, latecomers will not be accepted. But ofcourse, rules are meant to be broken. I myself broke it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They arrived at the resort at precisely 8:56 AM. The officers that were in charge did their jobs. Meanwhile, I'm still at home preparing my clothes and the items that I will bring. My toothpaste, toothbrush, perfume, gel, deodorant and other stuff that I will need. I'm quite excited because that party was my first time to attend an overnight party with my friends (I attended overnight sessions of internet games which is not a pretty picture), I'm truly and deeply full of enthusiasm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carrying my trusty bag, my trusty wallet and my trusty cellphone (including my trusty hankie) I set off to Villa Alfredo (which is also the name of my late grandfather Alfredo). I arrived at the resort at approximately 10:15 AM. As I reached the resort, I slid my hand into my pocket and reached out for my cellular phone. I dialled the number of my trusty friend, Jed (09279677578) and called him. His familiar voice was heard thru the receiver. I asked him not to hang up the phone. He started walking to my destination, then while we were chatting I saw him walking towards me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He helped me pay the admission fee (which is P80) and then he escorted me to our cottage. I then waved hello, to my friends at the IU-Proton section and some of them waved back. The most enthusiastic one (if I may say so) was my good friend Mairre. He said that he thought that I would never come. I put my luggage beside the others and asked for a drink. There was plenty of drinks, which were placed at a large cooler. Jed said that they were excess drinks from the program, 'Tribe Ko To'. Others were busy singing in the Karaoke Box. Others were watching.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my clothes to my swimming attire. I asked directions for the bathroom and they said it was in the far right side of the building They were beginning to cook grilled chicken and hotdog when I arrived. Then, there came a problem, the chicken was spoiled and it was a waste. This was discovered by Mairre when he ate one of them, while talking about our former classmate Raphael and about the iPod that he will buy on monday. Only the hotdogs were edible.&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch and stuffed ourselves with half-cooked hotdogs. They were tasty. I only ate one piece, and I drank a can of coke. I was satisfied. Then, Mairre and the others decided to take the plunge and swim into the swimming pool. Mairre decided to enthrust his eyeglasses to his classmate Ronel. Unfortunately, Ronel placed Mairre's eyeglasses inside his pocket (which is located at his ass) and broke them by sitting down. It was tragic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ronel felt guilty. He was afraid that Mairre will eat him alive (which everybody expected him to do). He was sure of it because Mairre's ex-girlfriend Shekinah also broke those glasses during a pillow fight and Mairre was enraged. Shekinah had to pay for the glasses. Ronel's classmates encouraged him, saying that the blame must be given to Mairre, enthrusting the glasses to Ronel inspite of the fact that he was carrying a bag. Then, I crossed them and replied, Mairre must've thought that If he will place his glasses inside his bag the tendency that the glasses will be broken will be greater than if Mairre enthrusted them to somebody. Others, even persuaded Ronel to lie about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;The minute of judgement came into view as Mairre plunged out of the pool and returned to the cottage. Pure happiness was seen in his face and no single dot of anger was felt with his words. Then, the expected happened. He asked about his glasses. Ronel was silent. Mairre, once again asked. When I realized Ronel will not answer, I was the one that told Mairre about it. Mairre was also quiet. I felt a deep sense of maturity inside him. He just said "P450" with a grin. Knowing that Ronel has no such amount of money in his wallet, the president of the class Erika asked the class to donate for the glasses. All of us agreed. The lens costs P450, divided by 21 people, P20.25 each. Then, It was settled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The others agreed to plunge-in again to the pool once more. Me and Jed decided to stay to guard the cottage. Mairre, also decided to stay. Happiness was not seen in his face. I know, deep inside he feels angry about the tragedy. Then the three of us decided to chat about the songs in the Karaoke, making fun of the woman in the monitor who is extremely shocked. Why? We don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a few minutes, me and Jed decided to plunge in the swimming pool and take a little bath. Honestly, the two of us didn't know how to swim. We mingled with the others as we dueled with splash fights. We talked about the publishers of the different games today. After several minutes, we decided to join the others in the room that we vacated. It was located upstairs the building in front of our cottage. It has air-conditioning and it also has a TV, a stove and a refrigerator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My pants wet, I decided to have a card game with a friend of mine, Kim. It came as a shock when she beat me several times in the game of 'Pusoy Dos'. I am astounded saying, "Suko ka na?". Well, I was just kidding her. We decided to play another game called 41. Now, the momentum was mine, winning everytime I bet. I realized that she was quite nice, and I love her attitude. We became close at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw some of my classmates in the resort. I waved at them, and they waved back at me. It was 5:00PM Kim and the others decided to swim again, this time in the pool at the far side of the resort. I waited for several minutes. Kim said that the water was freezing. When I plunged in, I realized that she's right. The water was indeed freezing. Others said that we were like snails, staying only at the edge of the pool. I enjoyed talking to a former classmate, Lenie. When we got bored, we came back to the cottage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dinner was served. The main course, Bread and Cheese! Isn't that great? I stuffed my self with two pairs of loaves and took some rest. Then, after several minutes, Kim and his friends invited me to join them. They will again plunge in the water for the reason that Kim will not stay for the overnight. The thing is we swam again in the pool at the far side of the resort. Kim and I had a lil conversation then one of my classmates came to view asking Kim her name. Ofcourse, I did not tell. Then, he asked Kim herself, and as a bonus, her cellphone number. Kim said that she did not know. And finally my classmate left waving goodbye to me. We talked about full house. I fancied myself in diving at the no diving area on the pool. Funny, I was meters away from the lifeguard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, Kim's classmate arrived telling her about a call from her mom. We were forced to bid goodbye to the pool. We came back at the room and Kim changed clothes. After a few minutes, she bade goodbye to all of us, and we also replied goodbye. Me, Mairre and Jed decided to play a card gamed named 'Bullsh*t'. I can say that it's a fair fight. After a few minutes, It was finally Full House! The long awaited TV program of all. Including myself. A sudden sense of agitation was felt by all when the TV failed to comply with our request. It cannot get proper signal from the station. Royvin then fixed it using his abilities in Electronics. Unfortunately, the TV won't cooperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, Mairre requested us to join him in the swimming pool at the far side of the resort. I enjoyed this moment the most. The Splash Fights!! I had a lot of fun, as we 'stealthily' splash each other. After that, we talked about Star Wars. We also talked about the stars and constellations. After some serious talk we went to the room and obtained some soap and shampoo. We took a midnight shower. After that, we changed clothes in the bathroom inside the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, we decided to go to the cottage. We had a little chat about the bedtime issue. The thing is, the boys and girls couldn't sleep in the same room. The girls felt insecure about the fact that we are sleeping with them in that room. Maybe they think that maybe one of us is a maniac and do something that's not right. Then, it's settled the girls sleep at the room and the boys sleep at the cottage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the girls were sound asleep. We decided to play a game of cards. Again, the card game is called 'Bullsh*t'. The game is all about bluffing about your cards and being caught. I did not do well in that game. We played it for hours. It was highly entertaining. It is a game of lies, a game of deception. Every man must prove that he is the best liar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, one by one the boys were knocked down. Despite the fact, that they all promised not to sleep (Darn it, I asked them one by one). The first one to sleep is Jed, then Royvin, then Mairre. The remaining people who were awake were Ericson, Peter, Richmon, Kevin Carl (who slept early a while ago) and me. We played another game of cards named 'Unguy unguyan' or 'Monkey Bussiness'. The stakes were high this time. The one who lost must get the card using his mouth in the ass of Royvin (who was asleep) or in his foot (with a bit of dirt). Like Ericson said, It is a matter of Life and Death. Laugh-Out-Loud. Fortunately, I did not lose a game. Pure dumb luck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, one by one again they were knocked out cold (and snoring). Jed was awakened by me (I think) and after a several minutes, the others fell asleep except for us two (Jed already slept leaving me the last man standing ^^). I have experience you know. It was dawn. Mairre was awakened by our conversations. We talked about everything under the sun, which was not yet on the sky. We talked about our friend Raphael who did not comprehend with us together with Christian who also has his own excuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, it was morning. One by one each member of the gang waked up. Still, I have no sleep, whatsoever even for a single minute. Funny, I don't feel drowsy. Even a single yawn. We climbed upstairs the room, the girls waked up one by one. Some of them were surprised that I managed not to sleep. Then, the sun slipped thru the clouds. It was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Darn, I forgot my camera. Jed was asking for one but no one brought one. Guess, we all forgot? The sun rose swiftly in the sky. It was magnificent! Breakfast for today, hotdogs paired with rice on cups. Using barbecue chop sticks, I ate rice and hotdogs. Time passed by, as the girls watched the boys sleep. I don't know, but I myself did not want to sleep. Is it ego? Maybe. I watched Zoids:Chaotic Century for thirty minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All good things must come to an end. One by one, we got dressed and some of us took a shower or two. I and Mairre agreed to bring the cauldron to the xlt. It was about 10:10 AM when we got into the XLT's and drove into McDo intersection while the others were drove home.&lt;br /&gt;At McDo, me, Mairre, Jed and Duday ate. We had different orders ranging from chicken, to quarter pounder, to fries and regular yums. Then, we decided to have a match at Netopia at SM(which we always do). But before that, Mairre had to replace his broken glasses. I helped him at Vision Express and it cost him a whopping P900. Both of the lens must be replaced. Then, we came back at Netopia. The team was Mairre and Me, Duday and Jed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first fight was Warcraft III-Frozen Throne. Sadly, we lost at the 2 rounds of War III. We decided to play Counter Strike. Again, we lost 14-15. Then we won with a score of 6-5. After that we all got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure that was an unforgettable Closing Party for all.&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/9533375-111469729622983210?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111469729622983210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111469729622983210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/04/closing-party.html' title='CLOSING PARTY'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111469709980589614</id><published>2005-04-21T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:13:15.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Finally, it's graduation day", these are the words that came out from my mouth when I realized that my long waiting has come to an end. For a year, I have long awaited for this day to come. The day where my calvary in High school will come to an end and when my journey to college will soon commence. Clearly, like everybody I'm a bit nervous and greatly enthusiastic. I can't believe it! The four years of terror and hardwork was over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I arrived at Bren Z. Guiao convention center at one-thirty in the afternoon. Many students are compiled outside the center, hiding within the shadows of the towering structure, evading the rays of the sun. The heat was killing everybody in sight. After a few moments, I decided to set off and find my classmates. I found them in the audience beside the oval. Everybody was busy, fixing their 'toga', wearing fancy corsages and putting some make-up. Then, I realized that everybody else has more enthusiasm than I do. I felt that everybody were overenthusiastic and overexcited. I mean, It is graduation day, but I just think that they were overdoing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programme began to commence as the different sections were told to enter the center. The students were told to align in alphabetical order and we began to march toward the convention center. Wearing our fancy graduation hats and our white graduation togas, we were presented to the audience and we are placed into our designated areas. We were not allowed to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sudden chill inside me. Maybe I'm a bit nervous? Maybe because my mom did not yet arrive in the convention center. I felt a vibration inside my pocket, and I reached for my mobile phone and I gleamed my eyes over the monitor of the phone. It was mom. I read her message, "Wer hir, wer r u?". I replied, "Atsu ku kening banda gitna ketang katulid na nitang central aircon". Then the speaker began talking. The first part of the program was the induction of our national anthem. I sang with the crowd. Still, my mom was not in sight. I felt another vibration from my pocket and again I gleamed my eyes on the phone. Mom told me that she was near the electric fan. I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;Then the long boring programme continued. It was devastatingly long. The salutatorian and the valedictorian gave their addresses. The guest speaker and the guest of honor spoke. It was like an endless waltz. Finally, the awarding ceremony began. Each of the students in each section were called. When It was my moment, to go up to the stage, I felt a little hesitation in my heart but I pursued it. I shook hands with the superintendent and the principal and I received my diploma. I can't describe the feeling. It's so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program ended at 6:05 P.M. I raced thru the crowd as the programme ended. I wanna be first to get out. I prepared gifts for some special people in our class. I waited for them to pass by, and I shyly gave my good-bye gifts to them. Only one gift was left, I decided to ask my mom to drive me to my best friend's house because I am about to present him my good-bye gift. She drove me to his house and I gave him the gift. He was quite happy (and I too am happy for him)&lt;br /&gt;After that, my mother drove us to Gerry's Grill at SM City Pampanga where we stuffed ourselves us (especially me) and ate good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9533375-111469709980589614?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111469709980589614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111469709980589614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/04/graduation-blues.html' title='Graduation Blues'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111183936975469275</id><published>2005-03-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:49:43.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;All of us, have dreams. All of us have aspirations. All of us have ambitions. When I was a kid I aspired to be a successful doctor, like my mom. She was able to help many people. She was able to help the poor and the needy. The next thing I realized, I do not want to be a doctor. I don’t know why, I just don’t like it. Then I became aware of the things that are happening around the world. I became curious of all things, tried to discover each and every detail. You know what I discovered? I’d like to make a change. I’d like to make a change in the world. I want to be written in books. I want to be known and renown. I don’t know what it takes, but I’m willing to. I will pursue my dreams.&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/9533375-111183936975469275?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111183936975469275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111183936975469275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/03/ambitions.html' title='Ambitions...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111183875722874174</id><published>2005-03-26T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:48:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbies &amp; Interests...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I have a rather wide variety of hobbies and interests. I love hangin out with my friends and colleagues in a nearby mall or a nearby shop, or hang-out with my gal pals and chat with them all day long. Like my other colleagues, I enjoy spending my time roaming the net. Well, it is such a relaxing activity. It soothes me out of the pain I get from school works and enables myself to interact with other students that has the same problems with me. In addition to this hobby, I also play online games while chatting online. I play lots of online games such as Ragnarok Online, Gunbound, Pristontale, Tantra and others. Along with online games, I also play LAN (Local Area Network) games with my friends, such as Counter Strike, Quake III, Warcraft III, Red Alert 2, Generals and Battlefield 1942. I can say that it’s fun playing with your friends. I love competition, when glory and honor is at stake. Maybe all of us enjoy watching movies in cinemas right? Ofcourse, I too, love the silver screen. If my mom did not allow me to watch in the cinemas, I shall take the alternate route then. In the full pledged glory of DVD’s ofcourse. If I get tired of watching DVD’s, I’ll turn of the home theater and switch to cable TV. I like to watch anime’s like Gundam Seed and Hunter X Hunter, and I also love to watch the spilling of blood in WWE Raw and Smackdown. Well, in my opinion my most worthwhile hobby would be attending fellowship activities. I get to meet many people, at my age or more mature people than me. Ofcourse, this is made possible by Lifeline Youth Center, a non-sectarian organization which promotes Christianity to the youth.&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/9533375-111183875722874174?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111183875722874174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111183875722874174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/03/hobbies-interests.html' title='Hobbies &amp; Interests...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111183809360716171</id><published>2005-03-26T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:46:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Likes &amp; Dislikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH"&gt;The first thing that I like, is triumph. I love it when I win. I covet for success. For instance, I feel glorified when I outmaneauver my opponents in computer games or outwit them in chess. The challenge also fortify my drive for success. It gives me the thirst for winning and hunger for victory. At the same time, I hate it when I lose. I feel bad when I lose. I also get frustrated when I make mistakes and errors. I know it’s inevitable to commit a mistake but I feel stupid when I make one. I love to hear good things about myself. Even though, I get shy when people flatter me at times. Spontaneously, I do not like to hear bad things about me. In spite of this, I want to hear these bad things. For me, these bad things may need some changing. In order to develop myself, I must hear them, however rude, mean or evil they are. I often feel flattered when people welcome me to join them. I will be more than happy to have fun with them or have a little chit-chat. I also love chatting with people. It gratifies my inner self when I chat with people. Either if it’s in person, over the phone, or over the net. Nowadays, communication is possible in endless directions. The most thing that I hate is when people ignore me. Maybe, because I’m aries I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-PH"&gt;being ignored. I feel really awful when people turn their backs at me or pretend that they do not hear a single word I say. Bad things come upon my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&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/9533375-111183809360716171?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111183809360716171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111183809360716171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/03/likes-dislikes.html' title='Likes &amp; Dislikes'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533375.post-111183796619061457</id><published>2005-03-26T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:43:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewpoints of Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, the first thing that I can say about myself is, I’m a rather simple type of a guy. For me, being simple is a good thing. Some people describe me to be rather entertaining, amusing to be precise, and some people think that I’m too naive for my age. Some people even thought that I’m chinese, because of my eyes. Well, in a way they’re right. I have chinese blood, but I don’t know how to speak chinese. Although, most people around me, do not know the real me. Instead, they just see the mere reflection of myself. My true friends are the only ones who know my true nature. At certain times, I am astonished to find myself having exceptional prowess and capable of doing things that I haven’t tried in the past. I prefer brains than brawn. Well, our national hero preferred it too, right? I maybe witty at times, especially when I watch suspense-thriller DVD’s. I often come to the right conclusion, even before the clues are revealed. I deduce my hypothesis by observing the circumstances of the story. When a friend is in need, I am shrewd at sharing my own thoughts and opinions regarding the subject matter. Some of my friends even consider me as their trusty adviser. And above all, my most important asset is that I fear God. Nowadays, no one pays attention to Him. People do not recognize his power, his greatness. But I do.&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/9533375-111183796619061457?l=gryffon001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111183796619061457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9533375/posts/default/111183796619061457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gryffon001.blogspot.com/2005/03/viewpoints-of-myself.html' title='Viewpoints of Myself'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351816565479837675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/gryffon001/Kirastareava3.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
