<?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-11645323</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:16:27.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111907781470788813</id><published>2006-10-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:39:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the BANDIDO Yahoo! group!</title><content type='html'>&lt;form method="get" action="http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/subscribe/bandidoband"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bandido"&gt;Bandido Soundclick!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffcc" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Subscribe to bandidoband&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;input name="user" value="enter email address" size="20" type="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;input alt="Click here to join bandidoband" name="Click here to join bandidoband" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/yg/img/i/us/ui/join.gif" border="0" type="image"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Powered by &lt;a href="http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/"&gt;launch.groups.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111907781470788813?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111907781470788813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111907781470788813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111907781470788813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111907781470788813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2006/10/join-bandido-yahoo-group_28.html' title='Join the BANDIDO Yahoo! group!'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-113387503575963329</id><published>2005-12-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:17:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Melancholic Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.&lt;br /&gt;You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-113387503575963329?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/113387503575963329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=113387503575963329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113387503575963329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113387503575963329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-have-melancholic-temperament.html' title=''/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-113103626987252097</id><published>2005-11-04T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T01:01:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...?</title><content type='html'>I've said it before, and I'll say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boredom can make you do a lot of things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 3, 2005 is a date to remember. Not only did I do a record breaking spur of the moment trip, but I was able to kill boredom. Huh? &lt;i&gt;Labooo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just put it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOYRIDE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I did that. I'm a guy who doesn't really like those kind of trips, but it seems that I've changed. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories. What if we can just put them all in a bottle, and put it in a glass shelf for everyone to see? - Rani Castillo&lt;from&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our old Power Rangers toys and maaaan, it brings back a lot of memories. We had a lot of toys. And when I say a lot, I mean one garbage bag isn't enough for all the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be going through a phase. I'm listening to 80's-90's music. Looking at everything vintage. Thinking about my childhood memories. Haaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/i&gt; I miss being a little kid. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/ephraim_/03112005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/from&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-113103626987252097?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/113103626987252097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=113103626987252097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113103626987252097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113103626987252097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm_04.html' title='Hmmm...?'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-113086057142606387</id><published>2005-11-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:56:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky..</title><content type='html'>We went to the cemetery this morning. It was 2:30 am, and we arrived at Forest Park in Caloocan City. The weather was cool, but it wasn't windy. That place is usually windy when we come and visit. I immediately looked for a place to lay my banig on, and good thing there was still some space left for me. The grass was kinda wet, because it rained yesterday. I brought a big plastic table cover and layed it on the grass, and I layed my banig on the plastic cover. And immediately, I sat and lied down on the banig, and stared at the night sky. It's not everyday that you get the chance to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cloudy, but still, it was beautiful. It may be gloomy, but it was peaceful. I attained my peace of mind. I wasn't thinking about anything except for the beauty of the night sky. Too bad the people around me were noisy, and my distant lolo smoked near us. That gave me a coughing spree. Well, I fell asleep staring at the sky. It was sooo beautiful. I wanna do that again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a "pffft." day.&lt;br /&gt;Everything didn't go so smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Problems came up.&lt;br /&gt;But finding something that can make you smile&lt;br /&gt;can make up for the "pffft." day.&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;And it made up for my "pffft." day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-113086057142606387?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/113086057142606387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=113086057142606387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113086057142606387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113086057142606387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/11/sky.html' title='The sky..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-113085966049055459</id><published>2005-11-01T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:41:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I had my birthday party last Saturday up to Sunday morning. I had a blast. Even though I couldn't remember much because of the 5 to 6 bottles of beer, I know that it was fun. It was one of those moments that I will never forget. I was with my closest friends, and no present could beat that. We ate, drank, jammed, talked and had a good time. It was really nice to jam with really nice equipment. The amplifiers were a bit overkill, though. (Marshall halfstacks. :D) We stayed up to 6 am. Well, &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; stayed up to 6 am. I was tired (and kinda drunk), and fell asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't remember anything 11 pm onwards. But I know the feeling will remain. The stuff I can remember was sitting on the sidewalk and talking, playing Paramita's Hiling, and eating a lot of my mom's potato salad. It was delicious. :D I also remember talking outside, under the tent. I drank coffee. Haha! And also the beer-hunting inside our house because we ran short of beer. I'm not sure what time I fell asleep but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank all the people who came. It meant a lot to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are feelings in which you want to experience again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation about it, and well...&lt;br /&gt;There's one feeling I wanna experience again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Being loved.&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of being hugged.&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of falling asleep on the shoulders of a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;I love being loved.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-113085966049055459?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/113085966049055459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=113085966049055459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113085966049055459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113085966049055459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-113052255581752016</id><published>2005-10-29T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T13:36:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was my (our) day..</title><content type='html'>October 28, 2005. My birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday was an unusual one, because I did a lot of stuff, and spend most of the day outside. I woke up at 5:30 am to go to LTO to get my license. I tell you, that was waiting like there's no tomorrow. I spent 3 and 1/2 hours there, and good thing I got my license without much problems. I had a sched for my birthday, but that wasn't followed. The next agenda was to go to Meralco and help with the carrying of stuff because we had a booth there and they had an event. I went and did all the stuff needed to do, and borrowed the car to share my birthday with my so-called "twin", Ms. Rani. So-called "twin" because we were born merely 9 minutes apart. 9 minutes AND 14 years. We ate dinner at McDo and went to the Church to hear mass. But to our dismay, it was over when we got there. We just prayed, and went to Paulord's house after to ask permission. Permission to watch the gig in Freedom bar. He was allowed and the next stop was EJ's house. We chilled there for a while and we went straight to Freedom bar. A lot of waiting was done and the 1st band played at 10:30. I needed to leave at 11:30. I only got to watch 2 bands, and I wasn't able to watch the band I was really looking forward to see. That band was 18th issue. I went to Meralco to fix the stuff and now I'm here, typing my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a short summary of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to analyze it. Try to take a look at the sentence structure, and the words chosen. What's the emotion that comes in your mind? Well, actually, I'm frustrated. I really didn't enjoy my day. I wasn't able to do all the things I had planned. I wasn't able to see the people I want to see. Instead, it was always plan B. That's usually the case. There will be better birthdays to come. This one wasn't that nice. The 18th issue thing did the final blow. But even if that happened, I got a lot of text messages, private messages and testimonials in Friendster, all greeting me a happy birthday. I got A LOT. I never knew a lot of people cared. Call me a pessimist, but I really never realized that many people would write testimonials for me or send me a message. That eases the pain a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wrote my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salamat sa mga lahat ng bumati.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-113052255581752016?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/113052255581752016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=113052255581752016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113052255581752016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/113052255581752016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-was-my-our-day.html' title='It was my (our) day..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112800849506890608</id><published>2005-09-29T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:41:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time..</title><content type='html'>It's over a month since I last updated this blog. Why? Well, there are times in which I can't access this blog, so I wasn't able to make posts. I've been busy updating my LJ blog. If you want to know the URL, give me a message in Y!M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed. Changes in me, and in the people I know. It's like I'm in a different world where things are so much different from before. I'm now officially busy in school, trying to finish projects, submit requirements and whatnot. I don't go out that much anymore, either. I lost the drive to go out. I'm a home boy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...There have been a lot of activities. We had our career fair, our last retreat in high school, our last field trip in high school, and we're gonna have our first and last interaction in high school and probably my whole life. It's almost October, and that means...a month more and it's my birthday! I'm 16 years, 11 months and a day old, and I'm turning 17. Time flies so fast. In a span of one year, I've done a lot of things. I went to Bora, played in a lot of gigs, and the biggest and most memorable one yet was the Greyhoundz album launch where we played in front of almost 5000 people. I also went to places, and ever since my 4th year in high school started, I always come home late. I don't go home at 4:30 pm anymore. I go home at around 6 or 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is also our foundation month. We're gonna have our annual concert. It's on October 21. There are a lot of bands, and the major ones are Kjwan, 18th Issue and Cueshe. If you want to buy tickets, you can also send me a message in Y!M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did this entry for the sake of just updating this blog. Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112800849506890608?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112800849506890608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112800849506890608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112800849506890608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112800849506890608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112464054532460600</id><published>2005-08-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:09:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was bored..</title><content type='html'>It's 12:02 AM. I took a look at my Y!M messeage archive, and I noticed something. There's this certain friend of mine that I talk to everytime I'm online. I saw the dates, and like, WHOA! I talk to her almost every day. Hahaha! She's one of my closest friends. When I say closest, I mean closest. She can even be considered as my best friend. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went through a lot already. Even if I don't see her often, I try to keep in touch with her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta yun&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hi Bullet! :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112464054532460600?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112464054532460600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112464054532460600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112464054532460600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112464054532460600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-was-bored.html' title='I was bored..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112315923911780364</id><published>2005-08-04T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:17:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of unfortunate events.. Part 2..</title><content type='html'>This is one of those... different days. Not your usual "wake up, see no one beside you" days. My baby brother slept beside me, and it was oh so different. His foot was on my face. I wore a tank for my undershirt and not your usual white t-shirt. My bag was in my cabinet, and I spent 5 minutes trying to find it. In school, I was asleep before class started. Then my coffee had ice in it, and someone bumped me and my uniform had a brown stain. That was just the "hints".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low blow came during the assembly. A certain batchmate of mine, whom I don't want to mention the name, asked a stupid question. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh Ma'am, bakit po sa prom namin nakikikain lang yung mga teachers na yan, eh di naman nagbabayad?" &lt;/span&gt;That was a really STUPID move. From the praises said by the teachers to our batch, now, after that being said, came the downfall of our batch. That 30 seconds did so much damage. We lost the trust of the teachers, and they were angry at our batch, and now, they're gonna take all the activities away from us. Yes, the HARANA, the PAALAM and the Graduation Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that, I was angry. Well who wouldn't be? All of us were looking forward to those activities and the admin will just take it away in a snap? He's only one guy, and he's not representing the batch, but all of us are affected. Hmmm... This must be the thing that they call "unity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the SDC to clear my mind about that, and good thing I was able to do that, and I was able to get a little more than I expected. I relearned the concept of giving others a chance. I knew what that certain batchmate was going through after he said that, and instead of being angry, I felt a little pity for the guy. He's pressured and he doesn't know what to do. Instead of pressuring him even more, I'll leave him be and hopefully he'll realize what he has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What our batch is facing right now is one of the very big trials that we'll face during our terminal year. Maybe this is in preparation for college. It's not in the schedule of activities. It is definitely not in the lesson plan of the teachers. The way I look at it, it's a life lesson. The things that you don't learn in the classroom. I observed something today that's kinda connected to what happened a while ago. Before I went out of the FX, it was raining, and when we were near Mcdo, the rain stopped. That gave me an idea that stories always have happy endings. This thing that we're facing right now, it'll have a happy ending. When writing a story, we have to think about the events in the story that we'll write for it to have a happy ending. It means that we have to do something in order to make our situation a little better. I know that we can do it, and we will live up to our name. Batch Eccezionale! The Exceptional Batch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112315923911780364?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112315923911780364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112315923911780364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112315923911780364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112315923911780364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/08/series-of-unfortunate-events-part-2.html' title='A series of unfortunate events.. Part 2..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112291215814159521</id><published>2005-08-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:02:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of August..</title><content type='html'>Time flies so fast. I still have the feeling of "it's still early in the schoolyear" but it's already the eighth month of the year. Second quarter is approaching and so is the UPCAT! My future lies on how I take the exam. I hope that it will be my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of August started out with a mass, because it was our section's feast day. A whole day of so-called celebration! We just watched movies and ate. That's all we did. No jamming, no games (like we ever wanted to have games), no other stuff to do. It was okay, but I wish they did that feast day thing three years ago, when we were still freshmen. But good thing that we still experienced that, because it's our terminal year. 8 months to go 'til graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing the little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm bored, I do nothing. I just lay down on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. That makes me think. I recalled our elimination at the bandfest last year, and I was depressed about it. I mean, we could've played in the finals, but noooo. Now, I'm in Bandido with the best bandmates you can ever have. If we made it into the finals last year, Bandido will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does miracles. If he takes away something from you, he will give back something a lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112291215814159521?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112291215814159521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112291215814159521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112291215814159521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112291215814159521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-august.html' title='The first day of August..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112274179673361600</id><published>2005-07-31T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:43:16.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's meant for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;Something just came up.&lt;br /&gt;Something unusual.&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy moment.&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic feelings gone.&lt;br /&gt;Giving way for something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most thoughts of mine,&lt;br /&gt;All about a single subject.&lt;br /&gt;Indifference doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that,&lt;br /&gt;All is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112274179673361600?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112274179673361600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112274179673361600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112274179673361600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112274179673361600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/boredom.html' title='Boredom..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112247115957630125</id><published>2005-07-27T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:40:17.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Commandments of Cramming..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="usertext"&gt;The Por Tips ng ungas na ultra magnetic hyperbolic superlative energized systematized student electron-powered student ng claret pra sa Cramming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be yourself. Being yourself means less pressure because you're the one who's doing the project or assignment or whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Speed things up, but be accurate and precise. (Yes. You're cramming. BILISAN MO! TIME IS GOLD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Know your limits. (Eh leche kung di kaya eh di gawin lang yung kaya. Lalong papangit kung pipilitin mo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. GAWIN MO AGAD PARA HINDI KA HUMANTONG SA CRAMMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;-SoccerDudeChris batch Eccezionale Asteeg SAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112247115957630125?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112247115957630125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112247115957630125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112247115957630125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112247115957630125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/four-commandments-of-cramming.html' title='Four Commandments of Cramming..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112237209260007727</id><published>2005-07-26T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:46:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen moments..</title><content type='html'>My school week started out with a bang! Projects, deadlines, quizzes, assignments! Damn! All the pressures of school. I had no choice and I went on with my day. I almost fell asleep in Filipino again. That's one thing I will never do again. Slacking is not the answer. Haha! Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found peace in the SDC room. I didn't go home immediately because I didn't want to. After giving my requirements for the UST application form, I just stayed in the room, talked with Ms. Rani and a couple of batchmates. I learned a lot during that session in the SDC room. No matter how smart you are, you're not 100% sure that you can get in the university of your dreams. There was one student who passed UP but failed in UST. Weird? Well yeah. It's up to you if you're going to pass it or not. It depends on your style, and your way of passing the entrance exams. If your destined to go to that school, then you will find yourself in that particular school the next year. Destiny has its way of doing things. I may be a skeptic, but I'm not your skeptic that dismisses everything related to these unexplainable phenomena. I don't believe in ghosts, but I believe in God. If God wants you to be in that particular school, then He will do something you won't notice for you to be in that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me weird if you will, but I find myself relaxed and content with myself when alone in a room, doing nothing but stare at the things around me. The walls surrounding me, noticing how intricate the painting is if there is one. I tend to notice the small things. I don't like crowds, and I don't like noise. I don't find myself even watching TV anymore! I can go on with my day without even touching the television set. Yes. It is physically possible for me to do that. Yet, here's the catch. I can go on without TV, but I can't go on without my PC and an internet connection. I'm a self-confessed internet addict. I don't know how I got to be this way, but it seems that everytime I sit down in front of our laptop here at home, I kinda feel relieved. Maybe it's my way of releasing stress. We are different. We have different ways of doing things. This is where the word unique does its job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and tranquility. The topic of this entry of mine. Why, you may ask? It makes me happy during those hard times. It makes me think. It makes me care about this damn world. It makes me know myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to Lawrence for that term. :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112237209260007727?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112237209260007727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112237209260007727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112237209260007727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112237209260007727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/zen-moments.html' title='Zen moments..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112195521933148000</id><published>2005-07-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:13:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la la..</title><content type='html'>A series of unfortunate events. Is it just a coincidence? Or are these signs of something not so pleasant that's going to happen? This week is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate event number 1: I accidentally bit my tongue, which really hurts. I was eating and that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate event number 2: Miko almost lost his Ateneo recommendation form. Good thing Chuck found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate event number 3: I was hit by a football in my abs. The impact was strong, but I acted like it was nothing. It didn't hurt, really. But I think the force of the flying football was enough to make your nose bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate event number 4: She finally replied, BUT WAIT! Sun's signal just vanished a few moments after I read her message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coincidence? You be the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112195521933148000?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112195521933148000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112195521933148000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112195521933148000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112195521933148000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/la-la-la-la-la.html' title='La la la la la..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112185252624568598</id><published>2005-07-20T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:42:06.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLE..</title><content type='html'>"Do not do anything when at the peak of your emotions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that from our CLE class. When at the peak of your emotions... When you're at your peak, sometimes it's just so hard to control yourself. I know how that feels. I've experienced it, and it wasn't very nice. Now, I suddenly focused my attention to the teacher when he said that. I reacted to what he said. I was guilty. There are a lot of things that I have done in the past because of my emotions. You really can't control yourself once you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week so far isn't so good. It started off with weird phenomena. Everyone was different, including me. Then the surprise inspection thing. And now, pressures from school. There are a lot of projects and I haven't started yet. I don't have the motivation to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112185252624568598?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112185252624568598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112185252624568598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112185252624568598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112185252624568598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/cle.html' title='CLE..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112168247014619516</id><published>2005-07-18T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:04:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The result of all that has happened..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Problems arise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avoiding it is possible, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It comes to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No choice, we have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inevitable and hard it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It makes us stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never quit, they say to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone says that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very best they would understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If they are in my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anguished by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being mentally tortured!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ending it, I shall find a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this during our CLE time. Comment or post on the comment box if you see something different. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112168247014619516?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112168247014619516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112168247014619516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112168247014619516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112168247014619516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/result-of-all-that-has-happened.html' title='The result of all that has happened..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112168287515144552</id><published>2005-07-18T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:04:13.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The result of all that has happened.. Part 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We need someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indifferent, that person may be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Science says that opposites attract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How is that possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inexplicable for people, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one can explain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting over someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't think that this is the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything has an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although don't let this stop you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow is what you make of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heave yourself upward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over, wishing it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of all the times we were together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better if we were separated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything never happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also did this during CLE time. I don't know why I was able to write this. Comment if you notice something. Anyway, today is a weird day. Why? It will rain hard, then after a while, the sun will shine. I'm not my usual self. I am noisy today. Abi couldn't sleep in class. I didn't study for a quiz and yet I got an above average score. Something is really really weird. I don't know why, but I can feel it. Let's just hope that nothing bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labi ng ating kahapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umaapaw pa, kahit ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanggang kailan ba ako aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Araw ng ating muling pagsasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This one was made by Miko. We were tripping. Hahaha! Find the hidden message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112168287515144552?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112168287515144552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112168287515144552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112168287515144552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112168287515144552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/result-of-all-that-has-happened-part-2.html' title='The result of all that has happened.. Part 2..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112152203062745822</id><published>2005-07-16T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:53:50.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary words..</title><content type='html'>Studying vocabulary words by yourself is boring, but studying it with someone? It's fun. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triskaidekaphobia - fear of the number 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coquette - a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lachrymose - something along the lines of being tearful or shedding tears. (Correct me if I'm wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonchalant - indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Succinct - precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wunderkind - child prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112152203062745822?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112152203062745822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112152203062745822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112152203062745822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112152203062745822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/vocabulary-words.html' title='Vocabulary words..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112135190377652082</id><published>2005-07-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:38:23.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot dot dot..</title><content type='html'>This year has to be my busiest school year ever. Well, there are a lot of projects, and a lot of assignments and quizzes, and I'm also taking up review classes, and also reviewing at home for the UPCAT. This week, I have a 7-day school week. 5 regular school days, and a review class weekend. I barely have time to do other stuff. I couldn't do what I want. Damn it sucks. But I have no choice. It's UP or nothing for me. Well, there's UST but I don't want to study there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our annual Opening of Intrams. Another free, and possibly, a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people want GMA to resign. In my opinion, give her another chance. If she resigns, who will replace her? Is there a good enough leader out there? Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the MSA Proficiency Test a while ago as a part of my review. I answered the Math and English part. For the Math part, it's like I'm a grade 7 student answering high school mathematics questions. I got 16 items correct out of 50. For the English part, let's just say I did a whole lot better. I got 87 items correct out of 94. I hope that I can do that in the UPCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me with Science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112135190377652082?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112135190377652082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112135190377652082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112135190377652082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112135190377652082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dot dot dot..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112109518657316725</id><published>2005-07-11T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:19:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College algebra..</title><content type='html'>College algebra is so mentally draining! My dad tried to teach me logarithms and I kinda got the logic of it, but hell, it took 2 hours! Man. It was so frustrating. Math is so frustrating. I just don't know how they do that. I mean, they could answer difficult questions. They do this and do that, but I really don't get it. Math is so complicated. I try to understand logarithms in detail, but I just couldn't. And to think I excelled in Math. I was wrong. Well, I'm back to my pessimistic self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing hope in passing the UPCAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112109518657316725?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112109518657316725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112109518657316725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112109518657316725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112109518657316725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/college-algebra.html' title='College algebra..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112100527044174965</id><published>2005-07-10T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:21:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doo dee doo dee doo..</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days where you just sit down and think, and suddenly you feel down? It's weird. You feel sad for no reason at all. Well, your conscious mind doesn't know any reason, but your subconscious mind does. What am I trying to say? I don't know. I'm just typing words. I want to type something that has meaning, but now, I couldn't think of anything. I used to type entries that had sense. I don't know why but I think I lost the ability to write meaningful stuff. It's kinda pissing me off. I want to express myself in a not so ordinary manner, but I can't do that. I think I've been sitting in front of this laptop for about an hour now, just thinking about what to put in this meaningless entry of mine. I'm pathetic. Hmmm... Maybe this is one of the reasons why I'm feeling down right now. I don't know. I'm talking to myself. Doo dee doo dee doo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112100527044174965?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112100527044174965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112100527044174965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112100527044174965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112100527044174965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/doo-dee-doo-dee-doo.html' title='Doo dee doo dee doo..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112066339073708254</id><published>2005-07-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:23:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the days go by..</title><content type='html'>As the days go by, I run out of things to write about. I can't think of anything. I don't want to write about my usual routine. I want to write about something. I just don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is the word of the day. Why? I'm the leader of 3 group projects and counting. 2 of those are group reportings and both of those reports are due on Monday and Tuesday. I don't know which one I should do first. Hay nako. Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112066339073708254?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112066339073708254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112066339073708254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112066339073708254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112066339073708254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/as-days-go-by.html' title='As the days go by..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-112032370101327636</id><published>2005-07-03T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:01:41.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm..</title><content type='html'>india mike india sierra sierra mike alpha india kiwi alpha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got home from Maika's debut, and it's one of the most memorable debuts that I went to. It's the first debut that I went to alone. While I was dressing up, I thought that I might not know anyone there. But I was wrong. I saw a group of people that I know and I was able to talk to them, and I also made new friends. My fellow 18 roses. Haha :P It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too sleepy to type more stuff. Hahaha :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-112032370101327636?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/112032370101327636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=112032370101327636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112032370101327636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/112032370101327636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/07/ummm.html' title='Ummm..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111927635016652722</id><published>2005-06-20T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:39:22.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't give a damn..</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of problems right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really big problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111927635016652722?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111927635016652722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111927635016652722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111927635016652722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111927635016652722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-dont-give-damn.html' title='You don&apos;t give a damn..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111911561392415477</id><published>2005-06-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T01:26:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The aftermath..</title><content type='html'>I just got home from the Fete, and I can say that June 18 is the worst day of the year. Today started out with a dream. I dreamt that it was the end of the world. Think Armageddon without the big asteroid exploding. In my dream, I saw the asteroid hitting nearby houses and hitting ours, and then I woke up in a cold sweat. Not a good way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My afternoon was pretty okay, because nothing really bad happened. We rode the MRT and ate in McDo and then the weird things happened. While we were walking to El Pueblo, my stomach felt funny. Abi had that feeling too, and concluded that it's not going to be a good night. The scum of the universe were there, and I watched their every move. The worst thing that happened tonight was the loss of my phone. My beloved 7610. Damn it. I had so many contacts in that phone, and now, in an instant, it was gone. Our interview venue was in Racks, where all the artists hung out. It was hell in the entrance, and I called Ej so he could let us in. I think someone saw my phone and when I got in, I felt my pocket and it was gone. And because of that, I was so pissed and I was angry. I got a can and crushed it with my bare hands. Try stepping on an empty can and see the shape after. So, the interview went on, and I was crushing bottles like it was crumpling paper. That really sucked, but it was worth it anyway. I got some juicy info about our band's situation, but I can't reveal it. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home without a sermon from my dad, and now, I'm trying to find another phone. I want a 6230! If someone is selling a 6230, just post on the tagboard or leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111911561392415477?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111911561392415477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111911561392415477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111911561392415477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111911561392415477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/06/aftermath.html' title='The aftermath..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111857334719430221</id><published>2005-06-12T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:51:06.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever..</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I'm feeling sad. I don't know why, and I'm trying to find out what's the source of all of this. The past few days have been weird. Weird in a sense that everything was different. Last Friday, I saw 2 Claretian teachers outside school. The first one was Mr. Suficiencia, who was standing outside of McDo Quezon Ave. in front of the MRT station. The 2nd one was Mr. Garcia, whom we saw walking in the foodcourt of Robinsons Galleria. I went to a YFC meeting and it was different from usual. I didn't feel "at home". I talked to the people that I usually didn't talk to and I didn't talk to the people whom I usually talked to. Yesterday, I saw old friends. Old friends that I didn't expect to see. Weird weird weird weird weird. Today, I saw the drummer of Anonimity here in Fairview. In the Good Shepherd Cathedral. Maybe later I might even see someone I know if I go to SM Fairview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to the "feeling sad" part. Something is really bothering me. I know that there is that something that's really affecting me right now, but I'm not sure about what or who it is that's bothering me right now. During these times, I'm not your happy-go-lucky guy that you know. I'm more serious. I try to be happy, but most of the times it doesn't work. Sometimes I get irritated at the people who try to cheer me up. I don't know. It might be a defense mechanism of some sort. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous about the UPCAT. It's on August 6 and August 7. It's June. Only a few months to go. I didn't take summer review classes because it was expensive, and I was too lazy to do so. Now, I'm trying to study by myself, and hoping that I'll pass the UPCAT and make it to the cut-off. Waaaah! I got to talk to a friend of mine. He's an alumnus of Claret and he's the batch 1998 valedictorian. I got some tips on college exams. He graduated in Ateneo but he passed UP. Now, he's taking his post-graduate studies in UP. I got a lot from him. He told me to train myself in answering mock tests with an alloted time. I also need to read, read and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111857334719430221?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111857334719430221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111857334719430221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111857334719430221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111857334719430221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/06/whatever.html' title='Whatever..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111815838291950147</id><published>2005-06-07T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:33:02.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so good day..</title><content type='html'>School has officially started. June 6, 2005 was the 1st day of school in my final year in Claret. I slept at 3 am because my sleeping pattern hasn't changed yet. Waking up at 5 am was a total shock to me because the last time I woke up around that hour was a couple of months ago. I took a bath, got dressed, ate breakfast and waited for my school bus. The routine is still the same. As I arrived in school, I saw a lot of familiar faces. Nothing much changed in the school, and most of my batchmates are still the same. Walking in the campus with a pony tail hair-do is a first in Claret (well, in my opinion. I never saw anyone else do that). I got a lot of stares from the other students and teachers as well. I didn't care. I was enjoying my last day with long hair. Not many people came in with long hair. Everyone got a haircut before classes started. Anyway, our adviser for the whole school year is none other than Jonathan Montero. To the higher batches, he is the infamous Drafting teacher who is really a joker. We spent most of our first day laughing at his jokes. He's a practical teacher because he allows us to eat during his subject (which is Drafting), and even listen to music, and even text or call someone when we are bored. Well, I'm not sure about the last one but I think it's legal to bring a cellphone in our classroom, and it's a big relief for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first recess of the year was jampacked. Everyone was in the new canteen. Everybody missed the food there. For every square meter in the canteen, there's at least 5 people in that square meter. It was really jampacked! It was hard to make your way through the crowd. I just bought my food and ate somewhere else. We elected our officers yesterday, and Mark Sagun was again the president of the class. He has leadership qualities and last year, he was president too. We had an early dismissal, and everyone was excited to get out of the campus and go somewhere else, let's say Galleria. As for me, I went home, took a nap and got my haircut. I don't like my hair right now, since it's so short. I don't like short hair. Well, only one more year to go before college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7, 2005 is the 2nd day of the schoolyear. I only slept for 4 hours. The day started with a general assembly in the gym, and since we're 4th year students, we sat at the back of the gym. It was an orientation about the school, it's faculty members, the teachers, what's new, etc. It ended about recess time. Not much action there. After recess, we met our subject teachers. As mentioned earlier, Mr. Montero is our Drafting teacher. Another moment of laughing because of his jokes. Our AP teacher is my adviser last year, Mrs. Baesa. Then we had a lot of free time after AP because our teacher didn't arrive. During lunch time, the CBS people asked me and Rj to do an intermission number for the 2nd year level assembly. It was my 1st intermission for the year, and only on the 2nd day of school. We borrowed guitars in the music room and went back to our classroom to practice. The last time I played in front of a Claretian audience was way back in February. 4 months ago. Anyway, we played an acoustic version of our original, Sandali, because we didn't have anything else to play. I think it went smooth, but I didn't like the acoustic version. It was really meant to be played with a full rock and roll band. Because of that intermission, we were forced to skip 1 subject. It was okay though. It was only the 2nd day of school. When we got back, the next teacher just arrived and we were on time. I waited for the time. I wanted to be dismissed already. Finally, the clock hit 3:45 pm. Dismissal time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt the effects of the lack of sleep on my body. I was not my usual self, and I sometimes couldn't focus my eyes for a few moments. I met Bap, Maika, Marian, Chin and their friend. I think his name is James. Anyway, I was supposed to give them a tour of Claret, but the guard didn't allow them to go in. So, we hung out in front of the Church. I just sat there and didn't move that much. I also felt kinda out of place. They were all incoming college freshies, and I'm a high school senior. They kept on teasing me that I was still a kid, I'm still too young, something like that. I didn't feel good about that. Anyway, Marian wanted me to strip. HAHAHA! I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at around 5 pm, and I walked to City Hall and rode a jeep home. But before I went home, I went to Fairview Mall to buy some stuff needed for school. Notebooks, fillers, colored paper, etc. I got my picture taken for those 1x1 and 2x2 id pictures needed for school. I hate it when school starts, it's always with the index cards and the pictures. Do the teachers even use those index cards? Well, some teachers do, some teachers don't. I went home and immediately took a 2 hour nap, then did what I needed to do, and here I am now, finishing my entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111815838291950147?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111815838291950147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111815838291950147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111815838291950147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111815838291950147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-so-good-day.html' title='A not so good day..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111791021573748931</id><published>2005-06-05T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T02:40:05.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First move..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, or actually 2 days ago, since it's 2 am Sunday morning, I went to Galleria and watched a movie with a couple of friends. Before anything else, Robinsons Galleria is a mall where you're sure to see someone you know by accident. Trust me. I always see someone I know when I go there. Me, Maika and Marian went to see "A Lot Like Love". It's kind of a chick movie, but I didn't care. I wanted to make the last few days of my summer a little more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really payed attention to the movie. For most of the time, I was quiet and I just focused my eyes on the screen, and tried to understand what was happening in the movie. For me, it wasn't just a movie, but it was an instructional video of some sort on how to court a girl. On how guys should do the 1st move, and not the girls. The movie was pretty funny, and if you're single and looking for a partner, this is the movie for you. After watching the movie, there are some things that I thought of. One of those thoughts was the first move. Ah yes, the dreaded first move that guys fear most when they want to enter a relationship. I read somewhere that 89% of guys want girls to make the first move. Now, if that happens, it'll look like the girl is desperate. I used to be one of the 89% of the male population. After some thinking, it's the guy's job to make the 1st move. I was afraid to make the 1st move, but now, I might get the guts to do so. See how this movie affected me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we didn't leave yet, since we didn't want to yet. We had our little bonding session. The usual stories, chit-chats and trippings and stuff like that. I can say that we were pretty noisy in the moviehouse since we were all laughing for no reason at all. It's just plain weird. Haha! Another thing that you might find weird is we stayed to watch the trailers. It's one of our tripping moments. Just when the movie was about to start, we stood and made our way out of the moviehouse. We just strolled around the mall, talking to each other, and making the moment a memorable one. That lasted around 45 minutes, but it was a memorable 45 minutes. Haha! That was one of the moments that you don't want to end, but sadly there is nothing that lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Katipunan via the means of MRT and LRT, and it was my 1st time alone. It was quite an adventure. Getting in the jampacked train, rushing against time, making your way through the crowd, and stuff like that. Another thing that made my little adventure more interesting was the teeny little mistake that I made. I went out the wrong exit in Katipunan Station. I made my way out at the South exit, but I should've exited at the North one. So, I crossed the street, and made my way to the tricycle station and went to Mio's house. It turns out, he left to go to a party and I was there, all alone. I called my bandmates and Abi said that he'll pick me up in McDo and we'll head to Eastwood since we'll meet there. So, since that was our plan, I immediately went to McDo, and the next 2 hours was one of the most boring waits of my life. I was there, all alone, waiting for Abi. I was just sitting at my table, looking at my phone from time to time, and looking out the window to check if their vehicle has arrived or not. I was like that for 2 hours. In the end, I left McDo and went straight to Abi's house. Now, the greatest thing happened to me. When I arrived at their house, I saw their driver arrive too. Wow. Perfect timing. Hahaha! We left immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulp's bar tours are interesting events. We see a lot of different people, and we see a lot of different bands. There was this one band that's more of performers in a comedy bar since they were so funny, and they're good. And there's this other death/power metal band that looked like the Sith. They were like Sith Lord Rockstars, all in black and instead of a lightsaber in their hand, they have their instruments. This is one of the gigs I really enjoyed playing in, but I think it came with a price. I was at the bar for almost 2 hours, and I inhaled a lot of smoke. I think it gave me a sinus infection and my nose is dripping like a faucet. Before my adventure ended, me and Rj were dropped off at the Quezon City Hall because there are a lot of cabs there. It was almost 12:30 am. Not a safe time to be out on the streets, but we had no choice. Good thing that the driver was nice, and I got to talk to him about stuff. I got home at around 1 am, and that was the end of my adventure for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111791021573748931?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111791021573748931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111791021573748931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111791021573748931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111791021573748931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-move.html' title='First move..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111764706760990245</id><published>2005-06-02T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:44:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fretlessness..</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty nerve-wrecking day, since I played in a gig with a fretless bass. It's like playing an instrument that you're not really familiar with and doing it in front of an audience. Man that gave me a challenge! Haha! It was pretty dark in Freedom Bar, so I couldn't see the fret lines. So it was all up to my ears. Good thing I didn't screw up the gig, and in fact, it was a pretty good one. I enjoyed it. Haha! The Candy Mag interview was postponed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A not-so-productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111764706760990245?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111764706760990245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111764706760990245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111764706760990245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111764706760990245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/06/fretlessness.html' title='Fretlessness..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111752816132345432</id><published>2005-05-31T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:43:11.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="8" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eaccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eed6eb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raph is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2e0d6"&gt;You truly love Angela.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f7ebc2"&gt;You consider Miko your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fbf5ad"&gt;You know that Lawrence is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff99"&gt;You'll remember Trish for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff199"&gt;You secretly think Maika is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe29a"&gt;You secretly think that Nikki is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd49a"&gt;You secretly think that Miko is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Miko changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc59a"&gt;You secretly think EJ is shy and nonconfrontational. And that EJ has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyouthinkofyourfriends/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you'll notice, you see the name Miko twice. I couldn't think of anyone else and I put his name twice. These results are pretty interesting. Hahaha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hippie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 14% Rational, 57% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant. &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Hippie! Characterized by a strong sense of extroversion,&lt;br /&gt;irrationality, gentleness, and humility, you no doubt frolic through&lt;br /&gt;fields preaching peace and love to all! You are probably either very&lt;br /&gt;spiritual or needlessly paranoid about "the man", like most hippies, as&lt;br /&gt;a result of your focus on intuition and feelings over cold, brutal&lt;br /&gt;logic. You are also very, very social. And like any hippie, who would&lt;br /&gt;have no qualms about hitchiking across the country just to meet some&lt;br /&gt;interesting people, you too love to interact with others, even complete&lt;br /&gt;strangers. Because we know most any hippie is peace-loving and humble,&lt;br /&gt;it stands to reason that you, as well, are terribly gentle and humble,&lt;br /&gt;almost to the point of revulsion. Your carefree attitude of peace and&lt;br /&gt;harmony is probably very, very sickening to realists or cynics or&lt;br /&gt;anyone who isn't a hippie, to tell the truth. In short, your&lt;br /&gt;personality is defective because you are overly emotional, extroverted,&lt;br /&gt;gentle, and humble--thus making you an annoying hippie. And you listen&lt;br /&gt;to psychadelic rock and smoke a whole lot of pot. Okay, maybe not, but&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised if you did.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.  You are more INTUITIVE than rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  You are more GENTLE than brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Robot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you&lt;br /&gt;could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42%&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is&lt;br /&gt;close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can&lt;br /&gt;determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored&lt;br /&gt;near fifty percent for certain traits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Emo Kid&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Starving Artist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Bitch-Slap&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Brute&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hippie&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Schoolyard Bully&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Class Clown&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Robot&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Haughty Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Spiteful Loner&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Braggart&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Smartass&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/users/156/664/1566642811609810544/mt1114812131.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="9"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="141"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;6%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Rationality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="86"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="64"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;57%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="39"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="111"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;26%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Brutality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="65"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="85"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;43%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Arrogance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4741219933576750506"&gt;The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=1566642811609810544"&gt;saint_gasoline&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Check out the description for the emo kid. Hahaha! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111752816132345432?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111752816132345432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111752816132345432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111752816132345432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111752816132345432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/ummm_31.html' title='Ummm..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111747345897405417</id><published>2005-05-31T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:17:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things don't go your way. What if some things you really expect to happen doesn't happen? I mean, you looked forward for this, but it doesn't happen. What would you feel? I looked forward for the Galleria trip tomorrow, but for some undisclosed reasons, it didn't push through. Oh sure. It's just a mall. Whatever. I have my own reasons why I want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanna see her! Pakshet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111747345897405417?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111747345897405417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111747345897405417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111747345897405417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111747345897405417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/stuff.html' title='Stuff..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111730004681407152</id><published>2005-05-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:07:26.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuter life..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was something new to me. I went to places by the means of commuting. It all started yesterday afternoon when I woke up. My mom was still asleep. She's the one who drives me to places. But this time, she was asleep. So, I was on my own. I took a bath, got dressed, got my bass and went off to Claret since I met EJ there. I rode a jeep. I accompanied EJ in getting his UP form, and stayed there for a while and talked to some friends. After that, we rode a tricycle to Glory's, and rode another jeep to EJ's house. He dropped off his UP form and we rode another tricycle to the LRT station. We rode the LRT to Cubao, and rode the MRT from Cubao to Ortigas. The MRT was jampacked! Good thing that I didn't lose anything. We walked to Galleria, and I dropped off my bass at RJ. It was 4 pm, and Chris, the guitar tech, told me that I'd get my bass at around 7. So, to kill time, we went to Odyssey and I bought a Razorback album, and we watched Madagascar. That's a pretty good movie. A great stress reliever. Anyway, after the movie, we went back to RJ and they fixed my bass. I was supposed to go home but time didn't let me. We went straight to Mio's house instead. So, MRT and LRT again! The MRT was jampacked as usual, but the LRT wasn't. We stopped over at EJ's house and he changed his clothes. We rode a tricycle. We also rode another tricycle on the way to Katipunan. We walked the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I rode 2 jeeps, 5 tricycles, rode the MRT and LRT twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig yesterday was pretty okay, but I'd rather not talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111730004681407152?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111730004681407152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111730004681407152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111730004681407152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111730004681407152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/commuter-life.html' title='Commuter life..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111704239454918015</id><published>2005-05-26T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:40:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/ephraim_/Photographs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigsched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/ephraim_/Greyhoundz4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Greyhoundz launch. VIP seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/ephraim_/TheAudience.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111704239454918015?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111704239454918015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111704239454918015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111704239454918015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111704239454918015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/pics.html' title='Pics..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111695448018588317</id><published>2005-05-25T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:08:00.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing loss..</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I went to Greenhills and bought a pair of Chuck Taylors, and a headset for my phone, since I call more often on my Sun line. My phone always heats up 15 to 30 mins. in the conversation. I don't like it, so I bought a headset. Having one is such a relief. I don't have to hold my phone and I don't feel the phone's heat on my ear. A while ago, I noticed something that's pretty scary (for me at least). I can hear things better on my left ear than my right. I now suffered the consequences of band life and being exposed to loud noise for a long time. I'm only 16 and this sucks! I've been playing for around 8 months, I think, and what if this continues? What if I've been already playing for years? What can happen to my ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need ear muffs. The ones they use in the shooting range.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111695448018588317?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111695448018588317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111695448018588317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111695448018588317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111695448018588317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/hearing-loss.html' title='Hearing loss..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111644226835588624</id><published>2005-05-19T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T04:00:39.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greyhoundz...</title><content type='html'>Faaaack. They are SO DAMN GOOD. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played our biggest gig yet this night. The Greyhoundz album launch. There were at least &lt;strike&gt;a thousand people&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR THOUSAND PEOPLE &lt;/span&gt;that was able to watch us. Man, I had never been nervous for the longest time, and now this! I got so nervous, I screwed up on our last song. But it's okay. No one knows if it's right or wrong because no one knows the song yet. Hahaha! Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slaman yung mga tao!&lt;/span&gt; And there was this fist fight too! Whatta sight! Hahaha! Mio's effects were screwed again, and he played without his effects. That resulted to playing 4 songs, and not our planned 5. I'd consider this an OK gig, since it was our 1st time to play in front of a huge crowd, and the stage was so damn big it's hard to hear each other. Not bad. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the 2nd band to play, and that gave us the chance to watch the other bands. Kapatid played, and they are good. Karl Roy is good. Rj can imitate Karl Roy's voice. Therefore, Rj is good. Haha! Connection? Anyway, Mayonnaise and Radioactive Sago Project played too. Then, the most awaited band played. GREYHOUNDZ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bow down ako sa Greyhoundz. Ang wild nila! Tapos sobrang lufet pa ni Nino. Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;The crowd was so wild. It was like an ocean. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. And their hands were waving, and there were bodies being thrown everywhere. Carnage, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we had to leave early. EJ and Mio almost got to sign some t-shirts, but they didn't have a pen. HAHA! Faaaack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be uploaded later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111644226835588624?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111644226835588624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111644226835588624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111644226835588624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111644226835588624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/greyhoundz.html' title='Greyhoundz...'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111630830731723187</id><published>2005-05-17T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:38:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A different image this time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/ejtolentino/GHZ_flyer-2_for-web_420x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111630830731723187?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111630830731723187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111630830731723187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111630830731723187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111630830731723187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/different-image-this-time.html' title='A different image this time..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111610013437970409</id><published>2005-05-15T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T03:57:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Rain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can see a love restrained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But darlin' when I hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you know I feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we both know hearts can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We've been through this such a long long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But lovers always come and lovers always go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Walking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If we could take the time to lay it on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I could rest my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So if you want to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; then darlin' don't refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you need some time...on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes I need some time...on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when your fears subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know that you can love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When there's no one left to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So never mind the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We still can find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't ya think that you need somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't ya think that you need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everybody needs somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think I made a big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt; My favorite song for the moment. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111610013437970409?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111610013437970409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111610013437970409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111610013437970409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111610013437970409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/november-rain.html' title='November Rain..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111605278589873227</id><published>2005-05-14T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T14:39:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greyhoundz album launch..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/ejtolentino/GHZ_flyer-1_for-web_420x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support Bandido! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111605278589873227?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111605278589873227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111605278589873227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111605278589873227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111605278589873227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/greyhoundz-album-launch.html' title='Greyhoundz album launch..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111600050986201807</id><published>2005-05-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T01:19:53.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days without internet..</title><content type='html'>It sucks! Someone stole the phone line near our house, and now, a whole block doesn't have a dial tone, and we didn't have internet for 5 days. Hell, I'm not even sure if there'll be internet again tomorrow. I'm posting right now so that if there's no internet, I made my post. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a gig in Baywalk, Roxas Ave. in Manila. The place is beautiful! With all those bright lights, clean environment, state of the art traffic lights (hey, you don't see those everyday), and a lot of restaurants, it is definitely a tourist spot. The gig was ok, not the best, and not the worst. I didn't like the crowd since they were looking for dance music from the 60's. Oh yeah, the gig had a theme. "Lost in the 60's". We were the only rock band, and we were the last band too. We dressed up as if we were from the 60's era. I was your ordinary citizen in the sixties, Mio dressed like a Pepe Smith and John Lennon crossover, EJ and RJ as rebels, and Abi, well, uhhh... I can't describe it. On the way home, I felt dizzy. I don't know why, but I can't move that well and my stomach was acting up. That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of bellbottoms. Why? Well, I don't know. For gigs, maybe? Hehehe. I kinda like those bellbottoms I bought and I have a feeling that I'll wear it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111600050986201807?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111600050986201807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111600050986201807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111600050986201807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111600050986201807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/5-days-without-internet.html' title='5 days without internet..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111556783753353093</id><published>2005-05-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:57:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the hottest day of summer..</title><content type='html'>38 degrees Celsius. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the province today because of a wedding. The wedding of my aunt. My day started when I woke up at around 7 am, and I went downstairs to eat breakfast. I took a bath and got dressed, and we left the house at around 8. I was amazed on how the North Luzon Expressway improved so much. It has achieved the standards of world class freeways. I saw and felt how smooth the road was. Haha! Anyway, for 2 hours, I was in the car, trying to sleep. If I'm not asleep, I'm just staring out the window. We arrived at the church at around 10:30 am, and it was halfway through the mass. Not long after, we went to the reception, and it is SO DAMN HOT. The food there didn't taste so good. It's hard trying to stay awake after eating, especially when you didn't get enough sleep. I finally gave in and slept on the table. When I woke up, I was so sweaty. My arm was so sweaty, even if the room was airconditioned. We went a short while after I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my mom's ancestral home after the reception, and I saw my great-grandfather, still alive and healthy, but he couldn't stand up. He was just lying down his bed, eating grapes, and even peeling off the skin. He's 94 years old, and he's already a great-great-grandfather. I'm really lucky that he's still alive. Not many people have their great-grandparents. Anyway, I slept. Haha! I was asleep for most of the time we were there. My mom woke me up and told me that we were going to our land near the ancestral home. We left, and for the 1st time, I saw our 5 hectare land that will be developed for farming purposes. That will take 10 years or so. Not long after we were there, we went back to our ancestral home to eat, then, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home at around 9, and man, I am tired. My knees are shaking, I'm taking deep breaths, my eyes feel heavy. That's what you get when you don't get enough sleep, and you do a lot of tiring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boiled my bass strings, and now, it's really rusty, but it regained its fresh string tone. A very effective way of saving strings and saving money. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111556783753353093?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111556783753353093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111556783753353093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111556783753353093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111556783753353093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-is-hottest-day-of-summer.html' title='Today is the hottest day of summer..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111547206454933632</id><published>2005-05-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T21:26:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic rock again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;Classic Rock: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;80's Rock: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;90's Alternative: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Alternative Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Hair Bands: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Heavy Metal: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the 2nd time I got the "Classic Rock" result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg=""  border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg=""  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=139"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(80, 90, 132);"&gt;With which great bass player do you most identify?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(80, 90, 132);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Flea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Monster bassist for the Red Hot Chili Peppers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=139"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz139outcome4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=139"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Brought to you by &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flea! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm bored.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111547206454933632?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111547206454933632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111547206454933632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111547206454933632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111547206454933632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/classic-rock-again.html' title='Classic rock again!'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111544894603261441</id><published>2005-05-07T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T14:55:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://images.quizfarm.com/1102886214classicrocknew.jpg%27" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Classic Rock.&lt;/b&gt;. Classic Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Classic Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Indie Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Emo &amp;amp; More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Indie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Punk and Pop Punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Britpop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="54"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="54"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Ska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="54"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Industrial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Hip Hop and Rap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="46"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Hardcore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mainstream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 711=""&gt;Music Recommendation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com%27"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love classic rock, or as we call it, ROCK AND ROLL!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111544894603261441?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111544894603261441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111544894603261441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111544894603261441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111544894603261441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/classic-rock.html' title='Classic rock!'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111506285935318822</id><published>2005-05-03T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T03:43:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig sched..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;May 3 - Freedom Bar, Anonas (Anonas Complex)&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;May 12 - Baywalk, Manila (60s theme!)&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;May 16 - Makati Sports Grill&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;May 17 - Metrowalk&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;May 18 - G4 Makati&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;May 21 - Eastwood (80s theme!)&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;May 28 - Padi's Point, Monumento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come and watch us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that we have a lot of gigs right now. I'm living a part of my dream. Making music. Yet this dream is causing a lot of, let's say, little problems. There's a problem with my dad. He's the one who picks me up after gigs late at night, and I'm kinda wishing that I'd turn 17 already, so I could get my license and drive myself home. There's a problem with my mom too, when playing in bars, or where there's a lot of 2nd hand smoke. I think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelo showed me some pics of the Summerslam, and I noticed everyone was in black. What's with black anyway? Is it the international color of so-called rockers? I'm not making any points here. I mean, I wear black too because it's one of my favorite colors. But, I just don't get it. When I go to gigs, I see these people in black, and you'll immediately know that they're rockers. And when they have instruments that they're carrying, they immediately get the impression of being good. (Well, that's me) But if they play, if they suck, they'll just be posers. I kinda stay away from the rocker look. I wear what I want, even if you say that "it's not appropriate for the gig". I just hate that. Who set the international rule that you should wear this and that when playing? I want to be myself, and wearing "that" is not me. The usual "rocker" can be found wearing a black shirt, pants and chucks. If you want to wear those what rockers wear, then go ahead. You want to express yourself. But when you say you should wear this, that's when things will go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping pattern is screwed. I sleep at 3, 4 or even 5 am and wake up at 1 or 2 pm. Sometimes, 3 pm. I get 10-12 hours of sleep every day. It's summer, and I want to make the most out of it. For 10 months, I'd only sleep for only 6 or 7 hours, then wake up pretty early the next day. That sucks. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's May already and June is just around the corner. Man, time flies so fast. I don't want to go to school yet. I want an extended vacation! I'm not in the mood for studying right now. I'm enjoying my vacation too much. I wonder how many people have long hair this coming 1st day of the school year, and I'd wonder who has the longest. Probably it'll be me since I haven't cut my hair for 7 months now. Wait, is it 7 or 8? Haha! :P&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/11645323-111506285935318822?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111506285935318822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111506285935318822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111506285935318822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111506285935318822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/gig-sched.html' title='Gig sched..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111497138210293632</id><published>2005-05-02T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:16:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalyptica..</title><content type='html'>Apocalyptica is a band who uses string intruments (e.g. violin, cello, double bass, etc.) and they have no percussion. They are so damn good. They cover Metallica songs, and they have a couple of their own, I think. Thanks to Sansan for letting me know about Apocalyptica and their music. Now, I'm hooked. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I can't really think of anything to write. Consider this a worthless entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111497138210293632?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111497138210293632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111497138210293632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111497138210293632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111497138210293632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/apocalyptica.html' title='Apocalyptica..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111496973310664055</id><published>2005-05-02T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T01:49:49.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Lyrics of our song!</title><content type='html'>Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sandali~Bandido&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;i&gt;alisin ang iyong takot&lt;br /&gt;pakawalan ang iyong isip&lt;br /&gt;alisin ang pangangamba&lt;br /&gt;pag-aalinlangan na siyang bumabalot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihanda na ang sarili&lt;br /&gt;ito na ang panahon&lt;br /&gt;walang makakapigil&lt;br /&gt;walang mga balakid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang iyong huling pagkakataon&lt;br /&gt;para mabuksan ang iyong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;kumilos ka't hanapin mo ang katotohanan&lt;br /&gt;ito na ang iyong sandali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundin ang iyong puso&lt;br /&gt;sa tawag ng sandali&lt;br /&gt;kalimutan ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;at ikubli ang iyong duda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Salamin~Bandido&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;i&gt;sino ang nilalang na ito&lt;br /&gt;nakatingin sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;hindi akalaing ito'y lumingon&lt;br /&gt;lumingon tila isang anino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakikita mo ba ang sarili sa iba&lt;br /&gt;huwag kang magpanggap&lt;br /&gt;dahil buhay masasalanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang nais ng iyong puso&lt;br /&gt;salamin ng iyong pagkatao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imulat iyong mga mata sa&lt;br /&gt;mga mata sa katotohanan&lt;br /&gt;hindi kailangang ipagpilitan&lt;br /&gt;tumahak ka ng sariling daan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I got those from RJ's blog. Our very talented vocalist.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111496973310664055?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111496973310664055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111496973310664055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111496973310664055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111496973310664055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-lyrics-of-our-song.html' title='Finally! Lyrics of our song!'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111455405071896202</id><published>2005-04-27T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T06:20:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig..</title><content type='html'>We had another gig last night in Rockwell. In the Palm Villas Pavillion function room to be exact. To make it short, the gig was great! Great gear they got there. Haha! I drank little alcohol. Hahaha! Anyway, I never thought that I'd meet the &lt;a href="http://shardsofice.cjb.net"&gt;Shards of Ice&lt;/a&gt; guitarist, Angelo Garcia. His band is famous here and they're gonna play in the Pulp Summerslam. He moved to Cairo, Egypt about a year ago and he came back to the Philippines for this event. He's the fastest guitarist in Cairo. If I can play fast, he can play faster. Damn. Haha! Anyway, we got to talk to him after the gig. We talked about a lot of stuff. That guy is cool. Haha! We ate in Northpark in Greenbelt 1 and Angelo even came with us. He has a lot of stories to tell. He even came to Katipunan last night and went to Sabs' house. I was supposed to go there too but when we arrived, my parents came and I went home. I got home at around 2 am, and tried to sleep at 3, but I can remember not falling asleep. Damn alcohol did something to my stomach. NEVER DRINK AGAIN! The food I ate hasn't been digested yet, and it sucks. Haha! Good luck to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111455405071896202?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111455405071896202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111455405071896202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111455405071896202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111455405071896202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/gig.html' title='Gig..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111436680138727964</id><published>2005-04-25T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T02:20:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I got this from Ej. Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if i were a month, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: december! i love the cool weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a day of the week, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a time of day, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a planet, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a sea animal, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: uhhh... manta ray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i were a direction, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a sin, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a historical figure, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: charlemagne. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a liquid, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a bird, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: a parrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a flower, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: sampaguita because that's the only thing i could think of at the moment. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a kind of weather, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a mythical creature, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: i can't think of any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a musical instrument, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: a guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a color, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were an emotion, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a vegetable, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: carrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a fruit, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a sound, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: the sound of a screaming guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a song, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: love song - 311&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a movie, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: meet the parents. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a book, i would be:&lt;/strong&gt; guitar scales. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a food, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a dessert, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a place, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a material, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: a computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a taste, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: salty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a scent, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: the penshoppe cologne that Lawrence gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were an object, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: cellphone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a body part, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a facial expression, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were a subject in school, i would be&lt;/strong&gt;: free time! oh yeah!!!&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;&gt;top 3 fictional places you want to visit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1] i can't think of any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]&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;&gt;top 3 existing places you want to visit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]disneyworld. haha&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;&gt;top 3 weapons you want to master:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]the gun. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]katana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]bow and arrow&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;&gt;top 3 bands or musicians:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]dream theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]symphony x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]alter bridge (LSS eh. haha!)&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;&gt;top 3 instruments you want to be good at:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]drums (the magical three. haha)&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;&gt;top 3 songs that you love right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]alter bridge - open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]311 - love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]skid row - youth gone wild (thanks to ej for this song)&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;&gt;top 3 super powers you want:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]the force! &lt;-- same here. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]super speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]invisibility&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;&gt;top 3 foods you could eat everyday for a year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]california maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]rice&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;&gt;top 3 writers or artists you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]i don't read that much. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]&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;&gt;top 3 books or comics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]kingdom come! woohoo! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]spiderman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]superman&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;&gt;top 3 comic strips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]dilbert (wait, is dilbert even a comic strip?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]garfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]i can't remember the other one. haha&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;&gt;top 3 cartoon shows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;]the simpsons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]futurama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]south park&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;&gt;top 3 movies you love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]star wars trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]2fast2furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]the fast and the furious&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;&gt;top 3 cartoon characters you'd like to be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]obi wan kenobi (may star wars sa cartoon network!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]sanosuke segara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]bart simpson&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;&gt;top 3 movie charcters you'd like to be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]jack black's part in school of rock. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]the karate kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]the flash&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;&gt;top 3 people(dead or alive) you'd like to have coffee and conversation with:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]les paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]alexander graham bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]batista&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;&gt;top 3 occupations you'd want to have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]musician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]lawyer&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;&gt;top 3 quotes or sayings you like or like using:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]"p*tangina naman!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]"riiiiiiight..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]"astig!"&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;&gt;top 3 fictional monsters or creatures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]dragons &lt;--i'll just go with this. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]chimera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]unicorns&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;&gt;top 3 beverages:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]coke light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]iced tea&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;&gt;top 3 flavors of ice cream:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]pistachio from arce dairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]chocolate marble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;]rocky road&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;&gt;top 3 things you do when you are bored:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]bug other people&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;&gt;top 3 things you have to have with you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]cellphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]guitar pick&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;&gt;top 3 animals you'd like to have as pets:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1]dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2]cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3]a cheetah&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/11645323-111436680138727964?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111436680138727964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111436680138727964' title='0 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style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;a.) Post the names of 20 of your favorite musicians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;b.) See who can guess which is your favorite song by each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;c.) Once someone guesses right, bold that row and include the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;1.) &lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubus - A Certain Shade of Green (Nikki ulit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Symphony X - Sea of Lies (Nikki ulit. Awsome bass intro.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Theater - The Glass Prison (Ej, 8th song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liquid Tension Experiment - Paradigm Shift (Ej!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wolfgang - No Falter (Ej, 5th song na ah. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razorback - Pepe the Hepe (Ej, nadaan sa tiyaga.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guns 'n Roses - Sweet Child of Mine (Ej ulit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor Wooten - Me and My Bass Guitar (Ej. Nakooo... 7 songs? Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bela Fleck and the Flecktones - Amazing Grace (Ej, dalawa lang kayong humula)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Meals - Turn Up The Groove (Ej! It's pretty obvious. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slipknot - Duality (Nikki again! Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication (Nikki! The only one who bothered to answer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judas Priest - Electric Eye (Ej again. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metallica - Fade to Black (Nikki! Dami mo palang alam na fave songs ko ahhh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven (Nikki. Man, I love this song! Especially the solo. Hehehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deep Purple - Highway Star (Nikki! 11th song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny Kravitz -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are You Gonna Go My Way (Nikki. Oo na. Magaling ka na. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.O.T. - Ulitin (Nikki, you really are my closie. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuseboxx - Outlet II (12 song, no need to mention who it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;311 - Love Song (hi Nikki!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: It's complete! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/11645323-111434040451385034?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111434040451385034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111434040451385034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111434040451385034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111434040451385034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-repost.html' title='Just a repost..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111427753511397786</id><published>2005-04-24T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:32:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhh..</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty boring and unproductive day, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night never happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111427753511397786?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111427753511397786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111427753511397786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111427753511397786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111427753511397786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/uhhh.html' title='Uhhh..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111410459295022788</id><published>2005-04-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T01:33:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling..</title><content type='html'>When you've got nothing to do, watch wrestling. Yes, I know it's scripted, but I just can't seem to keep my eyes on it. I just watched Wrestlemania 21 a while ago and the world heavyweight champion is none other than Batista. FYI, his real name is Bautista, and he's a Filipino. Half-Pinoy to be exact. He's also half-Greek, and that explains his Puerto Rican look. WWE took out the U in his name because Bautista doesn't sound that good when said out loud. Batista sounds better. Haha! Anyway, I'm watching a lot of wrestling now, and that's because I have nothing to do, and my brother watches it in our TV. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gig day tomorrow! I'm not that excited. First off, I don't know where it is, and probably we're gonna play in a bar, where there's a lot of 2nd hand smoke. Smoke is gonna kill me one day. I don't want to get lung cancer. My bandmates left me the job of writing a bass solo (which is hard) in our new song, and the part that I'm going to do a solo over sounds really minor (it means it sounds pretty sad or gloomy) and it's not really "rock" (which is harder). Anyway, I wasn't able to write a solo, but instead, it's an interlude and it fits well with the song (well, with the recording that I did, and I played the interlude with it, it's pretty okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meet a few of my friends tomorrow in Katipunan (which isn't what I usually do this summer). I'm going to meet some old friends. Well, actually former classmates. I just wish that they'd come. I'd probably hang out with them for a while then go back to band practice. Man, I want another vacation. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss someone, but it's a different person this time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111410459295022788?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111410459295022788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111410459295022788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111410459295022788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111410459295022788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/wrestling.html' title='Wrestling..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111393222584199355</id><published>2005-04-20T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:37:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a new pope..</title><content type='html'>Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger was elected pope about an hour ago. He chose the name Pope Benedict XVI. Haha! History in the making. Anyway, we had band practice today, and we just finished a new song. It needs polishing though. Today was just an overflow of riffs. We have new material for a new song. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stalker in YM. "gestapo_elitista". Tsss. Haha! A rip-off from my id, "gestapo_elite". Anyway, she seems nice. I got to talk to her last night, and we talked about a lot of stuff and I have a strong feeling that I know her. I want to meet the girl behind the ID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111393222584199355?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111393222584199355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111393222584199355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111393222584199355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111393222584199355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-have-new-pope.html' title='We have a new pope..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111375466272564373</id><published>2005-04-17T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:28:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, fun, and more fun..</title><content type='html'>I had the most fun I've had this summer. The past 2 weeks have been so fun, despite the fact that I got sick and every time I get in a car, I feel like throwing up. Week 1. There was Eastwood, Boracay and Subic. Week 2, there's everyday trips to malls for a week. Shopping to the max. Haha! Last Thursday, I went to the doctor in the afternoon, and the doctor told me to drink Zantac tablets, and stay away from coke, coffee, anything acidic, and alcohol. Haha! Also, it was my cousins' last night here in the Philippines. We had a dinner in Pasig, and the restaurant that we ate in was Aling Tonya's. It was a seafood restaurant and man, they had great food. I was so full, I almost can't walk straight, and I felt nauseous. Anyway, after the dinner, me, my uncle, my uncle's girlfriend, my 2 balikbayan cousins and my 2 other cousins with Ate Ii's boyfriend went to Metrowalk to look for bars and clubs to go clubbing. There were no clubs there, but we went to Phi Resto Bar and watched the band that performed that night. Ate Ii and his boyfriend left early, and we were just there, chillax moments. Haha! Anyway, we dropped off Ate Hiyas in Camp Crame and went to Eastwood to go to the Basement. Clubs are no place for rocker dudes. Haha! Hip hop music is not for me. I can't dance, but I want to learn how. Haha! They had a great time and me, I tried hard to dance, and I was laughing at my uncle since he was doing variety show moves and macho dancer moves. Haha! Laugh trip for a moment there. Anyway, before going home, we went to McDo since we were hungry and it was 2:30 am. We went home at around 3 am, and my cousins packed their stuff and we all went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to SM Megamall Friday morning for last minute shopping. My cousin bought the Diesel shoes that she really liked. Diesel shoes costs cheaper here compared to the States because we have models that you can only get in the States if you order it from a catalog or something like that. Anyway, I got ready and my cousins checked if all their stuff was packed, and we left for the airport. We had 3 cars, and we were in a convoy. When we were near the airport, we got lost, and we waited for my uncle to lead us to the airport. It took us 20 minutes just waiting for him. Anyway, we arrived at the airport at around 7:20, and there, pictures were taken, and goodbyes were said. I hugged my cousins and said my goodbye as well. At that moment, I felt sad. Haha! I miss them. They were like sisters to me, and we had hella fun together. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/ephraim_/DSC03323.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Marichris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/ephraim_/vacation020.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ate Melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/ephraim_/vacation118.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of us in Boracay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/ephraim_/vacation186.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ate Hiyas. Still in Boracay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111375466272564373?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111375466272564373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111375466272564373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111375466272564373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111375466272564373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/fun-fun-and-more-fun.html' title='Fun, fun, and more fun..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111357737606219627</id><published>2005-04-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:24:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play a game!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;a.) Post the names of 20 of your favorite musicians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;b.) See who can guess which is your favorite song by each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;c.) Once someone guesses right, bold that row and include the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;1.) &lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubus - A Certain Shade of Green (Nikki ulit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Symphony X&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Theater - The Glass Prison (Ej, 8th song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liquid Tension Experiment - Paradigm Shift (Ej!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wolfgang - No Falter (Ej, 5th song na ah. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razorback - Pepe the Hepe (Ej, nadaan sa tiyaga.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guns 'n Roses - Sweet Child of Mine (Ej ulit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor Wooten - Me and My Bass Guitar (Ej. Nakooo... 7 songs? Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Bela Fleck and the Flecktones&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Meals - Turn Up The Groove (Ej! It's pretty obvious. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;12.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication (Nikki! The only one who bothered to answer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judas Priest - Electric Eye (Ej again. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metallica - Fade to Black (Nikki! Dami mo palang alam na fave songs ko ahhh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;16.) Deep Purple&lt;br /&gt;17.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny Kravitz -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are You Gonna Go My Way (Nikki. Oo na. Magaling ka na. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.O.T. - Ulitin (Nikki, you really are my closie. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Fuseboxx&lt;br /&gt;20.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;311 - Love Song (hi Nikki!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm bored. Haha! My cousins left already and I miss them. Haha!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/11645323-111357737606219627?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111357737606219627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111357737606219627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111357737606219627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111357737606219627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-play-game.html' title='Let&apos;s play a game!!'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111324097499182522</id><published>2005-04-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T01:36:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress.. Part 2..</title><content type='html'>I just got home from a gig. I think it's a gig of PULP Magazine, and a guy from that mag said that we're gonna be featured there, or at least we're gonna be in that magazine. Anyway, Day 1 in Subic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really really early to go to Lourdes School of Mandaluyong since that's where our meeting place is. I went there at around 5 am, and waited for my friends. We sat there for about an hour before we left. As I sat on the back of the bus, I immediately fell asleep, since I only slept for 2 to 3 hours, and I was still recovering from that Boracay incident. Anyway, they took pictures of me asleep. Haha! I don't care anyways. Anyway, we had a few stop-overs and we arrived there at around 9 to 10 am. We had a worship and we just sat in the place where we were dropped off. We ate lunch and we just sat there. We planned to go to the beach, but we had no car, and we just sat there. We sat for like, 5 hours and did nothing. That sucked. Due to the extreme heat, I felt dizzy. I asked my dad to pick me up and we went to eat, but I didn't eat that much. We went to the cottage after, and I fell asleep again. We just rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I woke up at around 12 and I had a pretty hard time standing up. In the first 5 minutes that I was conscious, I wasn't able to move. That's how bad the condition of my body was. Anyway, I wasn't able to go to the ILC anymore because I was feeling sick, and I had to stay with my cousins. They went to the beach and I just sat there and watched them jetski. We went back to the cottage, went to Duty Free and bought some stuff. I went to the ILC at around 10 to check out what's happening. When I arrived, it was already the praisefest. The last event for the day. I didn't do much there. After that, I went home, and just relaxed. The next day was just hell for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick. I almost threw up 15 times! Man, it's because of the stress, lack of sleep and because of the food I ate. I sat at the back of the car, and it was pretty hot. That sucked. Anyway, from Subic, we went to Pangasinan to drop off my cousins and they stayed there. Today is the only day that I'm not with them during their stay here. Anyway, that sucked. I wasn't able to eat. Haha! The trip from Pangasinan to our house took about 5 hours, and when I got home, I slept. It sucks. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig today was just great! As mentioned in the 1st paragraph, we're gonna be in PULP Magazine! We're gonna be famous! Haha! And there will be a bar tour and a campus tour too. That's big time!!! And I'm just 16! Anyway, there was trouble a while a go. First off, Mio pushed all the buttons in the elevator when we were gonna go down to eat dinner. It was 15 floors, so 15 buttons. We were sitting in the elevator, doing chants and stuff, when this old guy came in. Now, he was just standing there, pushing the close button whenever we go down a floor. Haha! And I think he told on us when we got out. That sucked. Anyway, when we got back to the building, there was trouble. The lady who's living up in the penthouse complained that it was too noisy, and she told the production people to move to the other side of the penthouse. Anyway, that costed time, and a few bands. That really sucked. There was this 1 band that played in the same gig we played, and they were good. They're the Alabangers. Why the name? Well, they come from Alabang. Haha! Anyway, too bad that they left. We played at around 11, and there was this band that played after us, and they were so damn good. They played Death Metal and they're called Barabbas. They're the band who played when we left. I arrived at around 12, and now, I'm typing away in my blog. Haha!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11645323-111324097499182522?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111324097499182522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111324097499182522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111324097499182522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111324097499182522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/stress-part-2.html' title='Stress.. Part 2..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111314920140562966</id><published>2005-04-10T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:37:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress..</title><content type='html'>I just came home from Subic! And I have a long story to tell! Anyway, flashback to Tuesday! We woke up early to go to Boracay. Our flight was pretty early, so, we woke up early. Duh! Haha! Anyway, we went to Meralco, and met up with my other cousin, and we went to the airport. I saw my aunt there, and we waited for a while for my uncle to arrive. We went in, checked in our bags, and waited to be boarded. While waiting, my cousins from the States met their half sister. Their half sister looks like my mom. And I look like my mom, so, their half sister looks like me. Haha! Whatever! Anyway, we boarded the plane, and we headed to Kalibo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off the plane, and took some pictures. We just got off the plane, and walked on the road/runway/whatever and went in the airport building. We got our bags and went on a 2 hour ride to the pier. We stopped over at Jollibee in Kalibo to eat lunch, and Marichris and Ate Melody (my cousins) love the spaghetti. Haha! We arrived at the pier at around 1 pm, and we rode on the boat to Boracay. It was a 5-10 minute boat ride. We arrived there, and I saw the police wearing camoflauge shirts and SHORTS. Haha! I can't help but laugh. According to Ate Melody, "It's the summer army!" Haha! We rode a tricycle to where we are going to stay, and the ride costs 100 pesos. Damn expensive. Haha! Anyway, Day 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We didn't do much that day. We just looked around, see what we can do. We walked a really long distance, and I got tired. When we got back to the room, I fell asleep. Haha! It was so hard standing up when I woke up. We ate in this seafood restaurant, and there was this gay guy who was our waiter, and he had a pretty peculiar look for my uncle. Hahaha! We ordered a lot, and the food arrived a long time after we ordered. I liked the food, but not the service. We went shopping after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We woke up early for the tour that we're gonna go to. We ate breakfast and the food arrived long after we ordered (again). Everything in Boracay is overpriced. The iced tea is 30 pesos. Beer for 30-70. Snacks for 50 pesos, etc. Anyway, we went to a boat parked in the beach, and we went touring. First, we went to Cavern Cove, and took a look at the caverns there. We got wet. Hahaha! Next, we went to Crocodile Island for snorkelling. Man, it was fun! Marine life is beautiful. Haha! After that, we went jetskiing. It was my 1st time, so I got nervous. But I enjoyed it anyway. The 2nd time I rode, I was alone, and I really had fun. Hahaha! My cousins have their own jetski in the States, so driving one here is a piece of cake for them. After that, we went swimming for a while. The water there is so clear! Even if the water is 10 feet deep, you could still see the ocean floor. I think I went to sleep after, because I was tired, and I didn't get enough sleep. We walked a pretty long distance before we got to eat. Ate Melody was pretty irritated with her mom, we seperated into 2 groups. We ate in the 1st restaurant that we could find, and they ended up eating in the same restaurant that they ate in the night before. Haha! We stayed in the restaurant we ate in and just relaxed, and I saw my uncle walking, and he told me that there was a live band there. So, being the band guy, we went there, and sat in front of the band. And when we are going to order drinks, these two old women came with big stomachs and danced. Man, it was a horrible sight. Haha! After they danced, it rained. HARD. Haha! Someone got mad. Anyway, we got an umbrella, and stayed beside the speaker because the rain is still strong. We ran to the little hut where the drinks are served after a while. Then, we drank and got drunk. Haha! I drank 3 Red Horse Beers and 1 San Mig Light in under 1 hour. Haha! I don't know why, or I can't remember. Whatever. The next day, MAJOR HANGOVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MAJOR HANGOVER! When I woke up, my world was still spinning. I think I drank too much. Haha! We ate breakfast, and all of them did last minute shopping. I just asked my cousin to shop for me and I gave her money and told her what to buy. I just packed and slept in the room. Haha! I felt sick the whole day. I didn't eat lunch, and I almost threw up in the plane. Anyway, the whole trip back to Manila took about 5 hours. It was hell for me. Haha! Anyway, we went to SM Fairview after we got home. We shopped. Haha! I bought myself another polo shirt. Then, I ate dinner and went to sleep. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post my entry about the Subic trip and the ILC later. I feel sick.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/11645323-111314920140562966?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111314920140562966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111314920140562966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111314920140562966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111314920140562966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/stress.html' title='Stress..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111247273980699689</id><published>2005-04-03T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T04:13:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 4 am..</title><content type='html'>Yup! And we're gonna pick up our relatives from the States at 5:15 am. I can't sleep. Haha! In a few minutes, my dad is gonna wake up, and we're gonna leave at around quarter to 5. So, I can't sleep, and even if I sleep, it won't be enough. So, what better way to make use of the time is update your blog. Man, my sleeping pattern sucks. Sleep at dawn and wake up in the afternoon. It's not right. I have to fix that. Maybe it'll be fixed after this day. The day without any sleep. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an audition gig yesterday (it's Sunday today. Don't forget. 4 am) and it was ok, except for the drums which was incomplete. According to Abi, it was like playing the guitar with half of the strings missing. The equipment there was nice. Haha! Originally, I really didn't plan to go to the auditions since we were supposed to go to Laguna for a family affair. But the family that sleeps late and wakes up late woke up late and the plan was cancelled. So, I decided to join the band for the auditions. I arrived in Mio's house at around 6:30 and I waited for a while for my other bandmates to arrive. I ate dinner there and we went to Freedom Bar in Anonas at around 9. There were a few other bands there and we had the same objective: to audition. We were the 1st band to play since we were the 1st one's to sign up. It's really hard to play without any practice. I was definitely screwed when we played Everlong. Go figure. Anyway, I didn't feel the groove of the song, Learn to Fly. That song was pretty boring. Then came Salamin, whose riffs I composed (proud eh!). It's really hard to do a solo when someone is staring at you. Man, a guy there was staring at me when I was playing! I think he's the judge, but still, that was pretty annoying. After Salamin, we played Everlong. As mentioned, I was screwed. Haha! We played Sandali, which is my favorite song in the line-up. I felt the groove! Haha! I stayed for a while and watched the band after us. Rj and Abi left because Abi had a party to catch up to, and his driver will drop off Rj to his house. Man, I don't want to mention ANYTHING about the next band. Just ask Ej or Mio if you want any info. Haha! My dad arrived when the amp on the stage smoked. (Go figure.) I went home at around 11:30, and tried to sleep, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm here, posting in my blog. Wish me luck! I hope I can go on the whole day! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111247273980699689?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111247273980699689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111247273980699689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111247273980699689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111247273980699689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-4-am.html' title='It&apos;s 4 am..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111217368474697242</id><published>2005-03-30T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:19:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rules&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Write something about 15 different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; You can &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; say who they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; If someone asks you which one is about them, you can &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #1&lt;/strong&gt;: A true friend. According to him, he's brutally frank and some people don't like him because of that. But he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will never&lt;/span&gt; backstab. He's the type of guy who loves the finer things in life. Going to the beach, Starbucks, having a tan, etc. Don't argue with this guy. Haha! He's also my best friend and the one who invited me to join YFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #2&lt;/strong&gt;: One batchmate that I'm really close to. I usually talk to him during breaks, dismissal, or whenever I want to. We usually talk about the things that concerns us both. May it be problems, friends, money, etc. Anything under the sun! He's a good basketball player and a member of the Chess varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #3&lt;/strong&gt;: A girl who is a non-conformist. She has this cool barkada that she loves, and they watch each other's back. She gets into trouble once in a while but in one way or another, she makes it out alive. Haha! A good drummer too, and she got the award for Best Drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #4&lt;/strong&gt;: She's what I call my "'Lil Sis." She's really fun to be with, and has a lot of stories to tell. Sure, there were some arguments in our friendship but we managed to resolve it, even if that argument caused a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #5&lt;/strong&gt;: This guy is one heck of a guitarist. He has a very famous father, and also a good bassist and a good drummer. An all around musician. He can sing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #6&lt;/strong&gt;: Another guy who's good at guitars, and he's the best friend of person #5. He's the president of one of the sections in the 3rd year, and he's very close with the CBS people. One of the student leaders, if you ask me. Sometimes you don't understand if this guy is just plain sad or something really big is bothering him, because he doesn't talk about his problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #7&lt;/strong&gt;: Person #7 is the 1st girl whom I got close to. Would you believe that we didn't talk for a few months because of some little misunderstanding? Haha! Now, I'm extra careful when talking to her. I don't want another person angry at me. Now, who wants that? If I'm going to describe our friendship, I'd say it's a trial and error friendship. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #8&lt;/strong&gt;: This girl is the type of girl that will play a joke on anyone. And when I said anyone, I mean anyone. She got me several times, and at one time, she got really mad at me because I retalliated. Hahaha! But we're okay now. She's really fun to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #9&lt;/strong&gt;: A very melodramatic person. He's the most emotional in the band. When he has a problem, don't expect him to talk to you. Sometimes he lets his emotion affect him too much, and it affects his attitude towards other people. He's a damn good singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #10&lt;/strong&gt;: This guy is the best drummer in Claret if you ask me. Went to Ateneo High School in 1st year, but I don't know if the guy got kicked, or he really meant that it was only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"experimental"&lt;/span&gt;. He has this huge crush on... Better not say the name. Hahaha! The weirdest guy in the band, and a CAT officer. There's not a single day that I don't get to talk to him. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #11&lt;/strong&gt;: Another true friend. He's my neighbor, and he was my 1st friend and seatmate way back when I first stepped in Claret. That was in Grade 1. I remember that we fought over a case of crayons. Haha! Got into a few arguments, especially band matters. They got mad at me for a while, and they were the guys that really changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #12&lt;/strong&gt;: Some may call him a poser, some may call him a show-off. Some may call him being to flashy. The truth is, you don't know the guy, and you judge him by the way you see him. He's a really nice guy. A student leader too, and he's one who spearheaded the cheering dance for our batch. He's there when you need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #13&lt;/strong&gt;: This girl that I'm describing here won't reply to you in YM if she's not in the mood. Sometimes it's irritating, but I got used to it. She's there when you need her, but when she's not there, you just have to get her attention. Oh yeah, she's my closie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #14&lt;/strong&gt;: Person #14 helped me get back on my feet. We underwent a series of "serious talks" and helped each other out. And because of her, I realized something. She was also our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"band manager"&lt;/span&gt; and our ever reliable contact in MC. She's one of the friends I'll keep and I don't want to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unknown #15&lt;/strong&gt;: I helped this guy get closer to his prom date. I knew his promdate, and he usually asks me to go with him to meet his promdate. I'm his one and only support team. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/owtootri"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm in school right now, and I'm waiting for my brother to finish what he's doing. And obviously, I'm bored right now. Haha! Anyway, I'm also the level's Best in Drafting. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EDIT: I'm bored so, I'm gonna edit this thing. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111217368474697242?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111217368474697242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111217368474697242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111217368474697242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111217368474697242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/03/bored_30.html' title='Bored..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111211796323793778</id><published>2005-03-30T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T01:39:59.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect attendance..</title><content type='html'>Would you believe that Claret School of Quezon City won a national competition in the field of computers? Well, you better believe it! Claret Grade School and High School won a cyberfair of some sort and it's a national competition. So, you may ask on how did I know that. Well, my brother is part of the group that won the competition, and I think he's going to Korea to compete in an international competition. Talk about computer wizardry. He's gonna graduate from grade school in a few days and he garnered the award for "Best in Computer". He's a geek if you'll ask me, but he really is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular event makes me proud of my school, and as a Claretian. I'm not really that proud of my school, nor do I care. I just study in Claret because I was enrolled here. If I were to choose where I'd study in high school, I'd choose Ateneo, or La Salle. Don't ask me why. I'd like to study there. Haha! Contemplating in my thoughts again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got a call from my adviser, and she told me that I have an award. Perfect attendance. I was really puzzled on why I got that award because I did not join in the class field trip, and I didn't join the cheering. So, how did I get that award? Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111211796323793778?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111211796323793778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111211796323793778' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111211796323793778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111211796323793778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/03/perfect-attendance.html' title='Perfect attendance..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111194746047369974</id><published>2005-03-28T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T02:17:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" border cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in 1976&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1976  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yearbelongquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111194746047369974?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111194746047369974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111194746047369974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111194746047369974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111194746047369974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/03/bored.html' title='Bored..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111185154412624570</id><published>2005-03-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:39:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily routine..</title><content type='html'>Boredom. Oh yes. The dominant feeling of most of the teenagers doing almost nothing the first few weeks of summer. Man, it sucks having a daily routine. Wake up, eat, do whatever you usually do, eat, do whatever you usually do, bum around, eat, bum around again, sleep, then you wake up again, eat, and the cycle goes on and on. Haha! But tomorrow, my daily routine will be disrupted. I'm going to attend a debut of our family friend. So, that means I'll wear my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magical suit&lt;/span&gt; once again. Haha! Man, that suit was made in 1985 and it was my dad's. Now, I'm the one using it. Haha! I kinda like the retro touch. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lumalabas ang pagka-fashionista* &lt;/span&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll just do what remains of my daily routine for today, and another new and different day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111185154412624570?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111185154412624570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111185154412624570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111185154412624570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111185154412624570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/03/daily-routine.html' title='Daily routine..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111168747873364899</id><published>2005-03-25T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:04:38.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 am..</title><content type='html'>For the past two days, I've been sleeping at 4 am. Why? Try waking up at 2 pm in the afternoon. You'll know why. I've done nothing but chat, eat, sleep, drink liquids, walk around the house, bum around, etc. No productivity. I try to fix my stuff once in a while but laziness gets the best of me. I've been in front of the laptop longer than I can remember. I've been chatting all day long. I've chatted with a lot of people. I've chatted with my friends from the States, my cousin in Sacramento, my batchmates who were also bored, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?! Haha! It's Holy Thursday today (or should I say a few hours ago), so we went to Church. I don't feel the presence of Holy Week. I don't know. We don't do much compared to what other families do. Now, it's Good Friday. Back to the Church again later! I think we're gonna do the Stations of the Cross. But before the Stations, a boring day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111168747873364899?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111168747873364899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111168747873364899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111168747873364899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111168747873364899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/03/4-am.html' title='4 am..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111159489320180643</id><published>2005-03-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T01:43:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a few hours..</title><content type='html'>Finally! I finished my blog skin already! Notice that there's a search bar on top. You can really use that. So, if you're reading my entry, and remembered something that you have to search, you can use that. Haha! Pretty nifty. Goodbye Xanga! Hello Blogspot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that a lot of my friends are going to other countries this summer. Is it a trend??? I want to go to other countries too, but my cousins from the States are coming home this April. So, maybe next time. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new bass last Friday and it was a steal! It's a Peavey 5 string Grind bass, with a set neck, string-through bridge and humbucker pick-ups with 24 frets, and I only got it for 15k! It even came with a bass amp. Its original price was 20k, but for some unknown reason, they dropped it down to 15k, with an amp and some other free goodies. Approximately 4 hours after buying the bass, I used it already in a gig. We played for the MC freshmen last Friday, and boy that was pretty memorable. Not only that we were staying in the same room with Kjwan and Parokya ni Edgar, but also there was a pretty big argument in the band room. A little more heat and fists could be flying. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. We had a Covenant Orientation in MERALCO. It was supposed to start at 8 am, and I arrived there at 7:30 am. My dad went home to his province that day, and I just rode with him and he dropped me off at MERALCO. I stayed in his office for a while, and at exactly 8 am, I left the office, and walked to the Lineman's training camp. That's where the CO was supposed to be held. But to my surprise, no one was there. I walked around MERALCO for about 30-40 minutes, until MJ and his Mom arrived, and told me that they changed the venue. Bummer. Anyway, people started arriving and after a while, the CO started. I think I fell asleep during the talks because I only slept for only 2 hours because of the gig. I didn't feel that well and my stomach was acting up on me at that particular time. I was the self-proclaimed tour guide for the day because I know my way around. For most of the people there, it was their 1st time in MERALCO, they asked me directions, since they knew that my dad works there, and I spend some time there. After lunch, I went home already, and got my well-deserved rest. I woke up at around 6, and my classmate arrived at around 6:30, and I got ready for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PYROMANIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a cab in the rain was a drag. The cab that we called got lost so we had to walk in the drizzle, and the drizzle turned into rain. We got soaked, and went and stayed in the Church for a while. Then, the cab arrived and we were on our way to Centro. We arrived there at around 8 pm, and my batchmates and other friends were there. To sum it all up, Pyromania was a very successful event. We had fun. The food was good (except for the super expensive beer). The bands were good. Everything was good. Ate Yas, congratulations for pulling off such an event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night. Read and Brew got robbed, and no one was hurt. The hoodlums were caught a few hours after the event. The two suspects are students from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The University of the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't it a shame, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days after Sunday was boring. Nothing much to tell. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. We went to SM Fairview today, and I bought bass strings for my old bass. While we were eating in Chef d'Angelo, Abi texted me and he told me he was in SM too. Wow. So, we met up in front of JB Music, and looked at things. Haha! We parted ways after that and we went to the grocery and went home. That's it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty much in the mood to type more, but I'll save that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends abroad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingat kayo ha!!! :) Especially YOU! Haha! You know who you are. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm paranoid about what happened last Sunday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111159489320180643?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111159489320180643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111159489320180643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111159489320180643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111159489320180643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/03/after-few-hours.html' title='After a few hours..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111159053549940800</id><published>2005-03-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:08:55.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit by bit..</title><content type='html'>I'm getting the hang of this. Haha! You can expect a decent entry by tomorrow, once I really get the hang of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111159053549940800?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111159053549940800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111159053549940800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111159053549940800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111159053549940800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/03/bit-by-bit.html' title='Bit by bit..'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645323.post-111158849730130925</id><published>2005-03-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:34:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog</title><content type='html'>I'm getting tired of Xanga, so I decided to try Blogspot out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645323-111158849730130925?l=the-bassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/feeds/111158849730130925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645323&amp;postID=111158849730130925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111158849730130925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645323/posts/default/111158849730130925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bassist.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-blog.html' title='A new blog'/><author><name>ephraim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657292685781441684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
