<?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-5712222</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:47:24.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Black cat petals and a smiling clown +</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-4972085406650886965</id><published>2008-02-15T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:03:02.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE +FEELING: StuffedHEARING: Underdog- Lisa LoebIN THE MOOD FOR: i dunno. nothing, I guess.It felt as if the day's longer than usual. We were being asessed on our application of the things weve learned from the 2 week training and I surprisingly did well. I saw Mon ( a former schoolmate back in CSB. check his blog----&gt; http://anothergthang.blogspot.com/ ) smoking outside the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/4972085406650886965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/4972085406650886965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4972085406650886965' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-647067692253005514</id><published>2008-02-14T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:34:33.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ EVERYDAY IS A FADED SIGN +FEELING: AwakeHEARING: Taffy- Lisa LoebIN THE MOOD FOR: Halo-haloIt's been almost 2 weeks since I started my training for HSBC. I'm looking forward to that part of the training wherein we discuss the techie stuff. For some reason, am looking forward to something that I normally dread. Camille, the daughter of my mom's kinakapatid who got hired days before me and is now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/647067692253005514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/647067692253005514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#647067692253005514' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-3731405668889061653</id><published>2008-02-03T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T04:50:45.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ I AM SO BACK! +FEELING: Quite happyHEARING: Take a picture- FilterIN THE MOOD FOR: a banana splitI can't think of a better title for my comeback post. I'm back after a looooong time of being on blogging hiatus. Time to reunite with my purple blog once again =) I dunno if i'm any better after being away for quite some time though. Same old, same old =)Trivial updates on how i've been: (for those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/3731405668889061653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/3731405668889061653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3731405668889061653' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-114935658888235589</id><published>2006-06-04T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:17:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON +For the past 3 years, this blog has been my outlet. Random thoughts and trivial matters, i wrote them all. I gotta go and move on now. SICUT LUTUM IN MANU FIGULI.. to whoever reads this, I bid you all goodbye for I wont be updating this anymore.Fare-dee-well and have a nice life you guys!! + Jonathan A.+- For anything else, you can reach me at josenatanielantonio@</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114935658888235589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114935658888235589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114935658888235589' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-114580692556924463</id><published>2006-04-23T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:01:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ FAKE A SMILE AS WE ALL SAY GOODBYE +FEELING: steadyHEARING: Spaceman- artificial joy clubIN THE MOOD FOR: more surprises =)I am Jobless! wooohooooo! I stand by me decision. time to take a breather. I'll miss you all. I will be forever grateful. kudos Northwest Airlines!! AGENT JH, now signing off.SHOUT- OUTS:AGENTS!!JD: yup, sa uulitin! thanks pare.VH: mommy, bye na..AJ: were both free na. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114580692556924463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114580692556924463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114580692556924463' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-114185378176449523</id><published>2006-03-09T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T05:36:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ CATCH UP (KETCHUP) +FEELING: steadyHEARING: Sitting down here- lene marlinIN THE MOOD FOR: A raspberry soda.Random entry..+ last saturday, we had a drinking session at manolo's place. (minus the puking well) we played truth or fib and all the other silly games to make the clueless ones stupid.+ March 24 is the last day of work for biggs and jocel. gonna miss you guys.+ Sandra's leaving on march</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114185378176449523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114185378176449523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114185378176449523' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-114142106803827928</id><published>2006-03-04T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T05:24:28.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ RADICAL CHANGES? +FEELING: SleepyHEARING: do you sleep?IN THE MOOD FOR: a pillowI was feeling a little sad so I decided to visit my friend Manolo at the manila polo club. He works at gymboree. I like his work environment. I think I'm gonna join in someday. haha.. i'd consider that as a breather before I join the corporate world once again. my current job is wearing me out big time. The place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114142106803827928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114142106803827928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114142106803827928' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-114131088384476355</id><published>2006-03-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T05:01:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ IT'S A HARD KNOCK LIFE +FEELING: NumbHEARING: Spaceman- artificial joy clubIN THE MOOD FOR: honey and cracked ice.Today a friend just got rid of me. and I don't blame him /her/it.R-E-S-P-E-C-T.. Ive got to re-assess my understanding of the meaning of this word.Goodbye buddy. I'm utterly sorry.Things that Ive realized today:+ Work is not as bad as I think it is.+ Respect other people.+ I am a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114131088384476355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114131088384476355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114131088384476355' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-114034565093477037</id><published>2006-02-19T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:36:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! +FEELING: RelaxedHEARING: Love on the run- ChicaneIN THE MOOD FOR: a choco fonduelast night was crazy. (and that's an understatement.)I texted aiko, crizelle and mon if they wanna hang at starbucks. I texted Mari as well. She was so eager that she even invited our friends from the north side. I was hours late and met up with them at recipes. (mari, piggy and a pissed bing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114034565093477037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/114034565093477037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114034565093477037' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113975477023101657</id><published>2006-02-12T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:25:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ MUNDANE AND INCOHERENT AS IT IS, LIFE GOES ON +FEELING: StuffedHEARING: Mata- MojoflyIN THE MOOD FOR: Anything.We surprised my mom with a mini luncheon. An advance birthday treat. Apparently, she didnt want to celebrate her birthday (my grandmother, her mother, just passed on.)as i felt terribly stuffed, i retired to my room and just as i was ready to go siesta i opened the tv and watched "the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113975477023101657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113975477023101657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113975477023101657' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113960999847670347</id><published>2006-02-11T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:26:24.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ 101 BOO-BOOS AND THEN SOME +FEELING: ?!HEARING: 5 candles- Jars of clayIN THE MOOD FOR: a hearty breakfast.It was a rough friday. Ive realized that i had a lot of boo-boos and it came back to hunt me. past transactions that ive had, some of which were passenger bookings that ive poorly adviced of certain restrictions. I'm really having qualms now. To stay or not to stay. oh well.walking along </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113960999847670347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113960999847670347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113960999847670347' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113948823332436827</id><published>2006-02-09T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:30:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY.. DON'T LET IT SLIP AWAY.+FEELING: steadyHEARING:I'm a horrible person- rooneyIN THE MOOD FOR: a glass of lemonade and a good serving of fonduetoday, after handling a loser on the phone, the guy retaliated.. in a matter of minutes, he sent an e-mail to the person in charge of our mileage concerns. she cracked up and handed this to me.thursday/february 09,2006/10:09 amHi!I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113948823332436827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113948823332436827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113948823332436827' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113908228845003558</id><published>2006-02-05T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T03:44:48.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ NO ONE WORTH SAVING ANYWHERE GUARDIAN ANGEL? +FEELING: numbHEARING: "sitting down here"-lene marlinIN THE MOOD FOR: a caramel sundaewhere to start..+ my grandmother's funeral. very stressful.+ work is fine.+ have not seen Kittie and Chery cola for the longest time+ "Jonathan is  fat" - the understatement of the year.bull.Happy new year nga pala. am back. the eternal pessimist is back with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113908228845003558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113908228845003558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113908228845003558' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113689972103370547</id><published>2006-01-10T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:30:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GONE +FEELING: CalmHEARING: Tea and sympathy- jars of clayIN THE MOOD FOR: a cup of green tea and a smokeTHE BEST GRANDMOTHER IN THE WHOLE WORLD has gone to heaven. She passed away  yesterday at 5pm.. I love you amah and I miss you so much.XOXOXOXO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113689972103370547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113689972103370547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113689972103370547' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113551604293966978</id><published>2005-12-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:07:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEELING: StuffedHEARING: St. Joe in the schoolbus- Marcy playgroundIN THE MOOD FOR: some holy smokes.IT'S CHRISTMAS ALL OVER THE WORLD TONIGHT!! Feliz navidad!! buena suerte para usted contigo y tu familia. xoxoxoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113551604293966978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113551604293966978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113551604293966978' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113405021114042550</id><published>2005-12-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:56:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ THE 22nd SHEEP +FEELING: Ok.HEARING: "Jupiter"- JewelIN THE MOOD FOR: apple pieIt all boils down to this. I'm a year older now. yup its MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!! gifts? ca$h?! gimme gimme!! haha.. but seriously, I'm really glad and am grateful to everybody whos been part of my not so pedestrian life. Thankyou for putting up to my crap.+++ SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE SHOWMy officemate Sabrina was the one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113405021114042550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113405021114042550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113405021114042550' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113370555769803057</id><published>2005-12-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:12:40.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ BLESSED BE +FEELING: Bloated as usualHEARING: Tea and Simpathy-Jars of clayIN THE MOOD FOR: a cinnamon roll.Before anything else, i'd like to do a shout out to Briggs and his group "3P Productions". Mad props to  "PA TRIP" which includes severo.  nice one you guys. Astig the bands youve invited. south ulit next time!!+++ JOINING THE CIRCUSI'm still not happy with work though Ive improved a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113370555769803057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113370555769803057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113370555769803057' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113310201689600812</id><published>2005-11-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:42:37.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ AS I SEE IT +FEELING: HappyHEARING: Cornflake girl-Tori amosIN THE MOOD FOR: yellow cab meat lovers!!I've exerted a big chunk of effort just to post this entry. I'm really happy right now and I wanna document it. Why am I happy? I really dunno why. I just am. let me be.I saw Harry Potter and the goblet of fire last night with Kittie and Manolo. I had fun. not because i liked the movie but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113310201689600812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113310201689600812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113310201689600812' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113248904673667839</id><published>2005-11-20T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:17:26.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ ??? +FEELING: BloatedHEARING: "deep water"-JewelIN THE MOOD FOR: fruit smoothiesI just wanna say..CONGRATULATIONS CHERRY COLA!!!!!!!!! My bestfriend is officially a chemical engineer na. I love you cherry-o!!+++ On with the rants..I hate mondays. I hate my life right now.XOXOXOXO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113248904673667839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113248904673667839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113248904673667839' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113241002401391582</id><published>2005-11-19T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:18:07.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GULP +FEELING: ItchyHEARING: Spaceman- artificial joy clubIN THE MOOD FOR: apple pie with a vanilla scoop on top. yum!Still the batch underdog. I don't think the manager likes me. haha.. i delay the group's progress. my manager's literally ms. morning sunshine.. pero with me around, she'd turn stormy. sanay na ako dyan. hehe.. oh well. I still believe in miracles. water into wine.+++ TAKE MY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113241002401391582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113241002401391582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113241002401391582' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113206057651617148</id><published>2005-11-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:16:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+PATHETIC +FEELING: like such a wuss.HEARING: Cherub rock- Smashing pumpkinsIN THE MOOD FOR: bubble gum ice cream.I'm the weakest link among the trainees. All the things that were being taught in the training makes my head spin. pero I won't give up. It's normal to be a little disoriented at first. Ive passed on many oppurtunities in the past and I wont let this one slide down the drain. and yeah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113206057651617148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113206057651617148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113206057651617148' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113170097533446832</id><published>2005-11-11T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T17:38:34.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ WHY? +FEELING: HurtHEARING: "Life uncommon"- JewelIN THE MOOD FOR: ?"Suffering is everywhere. Don't think it isn't. So are miracles.. never think they aren't."- JewelA friend got killed in a shoot out in Ortigas this week. Someone who's indescribably careful and fiercely loving.. He was just 21.. Bullets pierced through him. Took his life in an instant, like a slaughtered animal. I feel his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113170097533446832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113170097533446832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113170097533446832' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-113153948891400080</id><published>2005-11-09T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:31:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ HEATHENS +FEELING: TiredHEARING:  "Something about you"- Five for fightingIN THE MOOD FOR:  a bottle of millerI just dont get it. I took a lame exam for a company, Passed, got interviewed and for a couple of weeks now, ive been waiting in vain for a call back. Sorry for ranting.  These are some of the things that Ive done during my blogging hiatus:+ Djakarta Park is a bonding sanctuary. Spent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113153948891400080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/113153948891400080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113153948891400080' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-112737714529639160</id><published>2005-09-22T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:19:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS +FEELING: SteadyHEARING: Continuous Hed KandiIN THE MOOD FOR: Some nuggets.Well as you may or you may not have noticed, I have not posted anything for the longest time. Been transfixed on some chronic shit *wink* hehe.. Ive been thru a lot during my blogging hiatus but never really had the time to post it all in. anyway, am looking for a job now and it sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112737714529639160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112737714529639160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112737714529639160' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-112185077559746007</id><published>2005-07-20T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:16:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ RANDOM ENTRY +FFELING: Worn outHEARING: Truthfully- Lisa LoebIN THE MOOD FOR: some nachos+ SATURDAYAik0's Pseudo "Surprise" B-day Party. Manresa, CSB peeps were there. it was a fun night.+ SUNDAYMy Uncle from the states came to visit. he stayed in my room. for the first time, my room was squeeky clean. I never thought that could be possible.+ JUST YESTERDAYHad a talk with Manolo. The kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112185077559746007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112185077559746007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112185077559746007' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-112106481021786199</id><published>2005-07-11T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:53:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ FORGIVEN NOT FORGOTTEN +FEELING: Steady.HEARING: Cornflake girl- Tori AmosIN THE MOOD FOR: a bottle of soy milk and some doughnuts.We had our block, monthly gimick last saturday. I was an hour and a half late. I caught up with the crazy bunch at Oody's just in time. Two of my blockmates are pregnant. Riz and Ronnie. I wish them all the best :-) Boby and mari.. they are such an intersesting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112106481021786199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112106481021786199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112106481021786199' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-112062045495473945</id><published>2005-07-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:27:34.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SICUT LUTUM IN MANU FIGULI.. Definitely!! +FEELING: Happy.HEARING: Santa Monica- Savage GardenIN THE MOOD FOR: Gummy bears!!The Things that I have realized recently. things that I do and the facts in life that I often over look:1.) I am my worst critic.2.) I love Math!!3.) I am fine the way I am.4.) I do not need aproval.5.) I am anemic.6.) I pray for other people.7.) I used to hate pineapple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112062045495473945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112062045495473945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112062045495473945' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-112002979859992609</id><published>2005-06-29T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:23:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ MARVELOUS MESS +FEELING: I feel like shit.HEARING:  "A praise Chorus"- Jimmy eat worldIN THE MOOD FOR: A glass of sharkleberry finGibberish:I dunno how long I'd keep this up. Life is expensive. A bill I cant afford. I love every minute of my stupid life; I hate it.  I am morbid.. sporadically though. what a marvelous mess.XOXOXOXO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112002979859992609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/112002979859992609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112002979859992609' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111984008078543224</id><published>2005-06-27T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:25:26.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ TALE AS OLD AS TIME +FEELING: Hungry.HEARING: Malibu- HoleIN THE MOOD FOR: some instant noodles and Kool-aid cali punch :-)I saw Disney's Beauty and the Beast yesterday with my mom, sister and cousins. here's my partial review:+KC Concepcion as BelleI was actually surprised.. she pulled it off really well!! she hit the high notes with ease and her confidence is pretty much evident. There are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111984008078543224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111984008078543224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111984008078543224' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111943858412449774</id><published>2005-06-22T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T19:09:44.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ ME +FEELING: Floating still.HEARING: Govinda- Kula shaker/ Boston- more than a feelingIN THE MOOD FOR: a smoke." I am not the one who laughs at peoples jokes.. I just Pacify their egos"- Paula Cole+ Fete was a blast, except for a few things but its all good.  stayed there till 430am with different set of friends.+ Ang TV kids: mad props to us!! :-) it was nice reminiscing with you guys.. its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111943858412449774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111943858412449774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111943858412449774' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111873851304199823</id><published>2005-06-14T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:41:53.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ HAPPINESS IS, CURSING YOUR  SISTER +FEELING: HungryHEARING: "Cornflake girl" - Tori AmosIN THE MOOD FOR:  *bleep* hehe..Last night, my sister strut her smart aleck attitude again and ive had enough. I wasnt just mad I was furious so I scolded her non stop. She went in the room and cried as if she's been tortured and she freakin called my mom in Germany just to tell her how bad i was. FUDGE!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111873851304199823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111873851304199823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111873851304199823' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111756200734716631</id><published>2005-06-01T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:53:27.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ TOUCH YOURSELF +FEELING: SteadyHEARING: "Across the Universe"- Rufus WainwrightIN THE MOOD FOR: Chicken FajitasSATURDAY: Kalay's b-day.. we ( Mari, Bobby, Shine, Toffer me and Kalay) ate at Gery's and Drank at Oody's. Cant get enough of that Chicken in pandan. (which I deliberately, Threw-up a couple of hours after) HAPPY B-DAY KARLA!!JUST THIS MONDAY:Got to see MJ's new house at AAV. I love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111756200734716631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111756200734716631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111756200734716631' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111700461299192835</id><published>2005-05-25T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:03:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ CHRONIC SHIT AND A FEW MORE STINKERS +FEELING:  Calm.. steady..HEARING: "Keep fishing"- WeezerIN THE MOOD FOR: Food. atleast for now.It never really occured to me that this thing could happen to me.. well, I try to puke after ive eaten a lot.. and am scared that this would eventually be a routine and I wont wait to be stuffed to do so. I am feeling bloated and I feel so helpless. haha..BOULIMIA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111700461299192835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111700461299192835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111700461299192835' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111681389749658844</id><published>2005-05-23T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:04:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SPORADICAL BLOGGING +FEELING:  I can hardly breathe right now.HEARING: The halftime dance, march band tune- "American Beauty"IN THE MOOD FOR: Sisig.. heheI never knew I could pass as a 16 year old naive Froshie. hahaha!! do I look 16?! yeah.. 16 X 2!! Crazy!!XOXOXOXO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111681389749658844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111681389749658844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111681389749658844' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111656861736349716</id><published>2005-05-20T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:57:46.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?! WOOF!! +FEELING: SteadyHEARING: "Save Tonight"- Eagle Eye cherryIN THE MOOD FOR: Some gummy bearsSATURDAY:Camille's Debut. yun lang. HAPPY B-DAY!!SUNDAY:The Binyag of Karla's Mini-me "Isha" hehe.. I was there early. Hooray!! considering the fact that I'm from Paranaque and the binyag and reception is in Quezon city. Got to Hang with my SEC friends/ Blockmates. they still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111656861736349716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111656861736349716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656861736349716' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111561472293966078</id><published>2005-05-09T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:58:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SPARKLEBERRY FIN POPPIN IN +FEELING: Hot. Literally.HEARING: "Electrical storm"- U2IN THE MOOD FOR: a sundaeAs much as I wanna stay in to keep myself from broiling under the hot sun. there are some activities that I just can't miss. Cebu was GREAT!! I was practically treated like royalty there (hehehe.. ) and I also had my share of some local action. Been Hanging with Kittie and Cherry cola.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111561472293966078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111561472293966078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111561472293966078' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111272158808319963</id><published>2005-04-06T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:45:36.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ AUF WIEDERSEHEN +In Memoriam: Pope John Paul-IISicut lutum in manu figuli.. Amen.XOXOXOXO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111272158808319963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111272158808319963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111272158808319963' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111242187652405971</id><published>2005-04-02T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:04:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ FRIGGIN' INACTIVITY +FEELING: Steady.HEARING: "Ugly Girl"- Fleming and JohnIN THE MOOD FOR- A tall glass of Coffee Jelly :-)Hello to y'all and I know Ive been on a blogging hiatus for quite some time.  A lot has happened but I just couldnt find the time to blog.. And even if I had the time, I'd talk gibberish.  I'll be back soon :-)  Mad props to all who tagged!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111242187652405971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111242187652405971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111242187652405971' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-111072966677917739</id><published>2005-03-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:01:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ NO REGRETS +FEELING: Surprisingly calm.HEARING: "5 candles"- Jars of clayIN THE MOOD FOR: What is a friend? a friend is someone who puts up with all your crap and accept.. a friend is someone who will never prejudge you. a friend is.. Gibberish.. real.. heartfelt.AN OPEN LETTER TO AN EX- FRIEND.We were young, we were restless..we dreamt aloud, together.We always sulked, full of angst.. we found</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111072966677917739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/111072966677917739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111072966677917739' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110839743148622911</id><published>2005-02-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:22:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEELING: I dunno. Im sulking.HEARING: "Sour Girl" - stone temple pilotsIN THE MOOD FOR: a beer.Jonathan: hey, you. yeah you. whoever you are checking my crappy blog, read this. dont negate, just absorb. peace out.Have you ever been in love?! Horrible, isn't it?! It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110839743148622911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110839743148622911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110839743148622911' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110533792860355936</id><published>2005-01-10T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T14:18:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SPIN THE WHEEL +FEELING: SteadyHEARING: "Cornflake girl" -Tori Amos/ "learn to fly" -Foo fightersIN THE MOOD FOR: a decongestant and some cold water.I have been sick for the past few days.. funny cos I started taking  multivitamins last week and this is probably the effect of my withdrawal from nicotine addiction. hehe..got to bond with kittie last night. Funny how this girl alleviates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110533792860355936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110533792860355936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110533792860355936' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110484153003545288</id><published>2005-01-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:58:29.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ tghfkjrhgjtjhit.. UNTITLED +My First entry for 2005FEELING: bloatedHEARING: "Ugly girl" -Fleming and JohnIN THE MOOD FOR: S'mores.. cant get enough."Learn how to make the most of what you have. Learn to carry on through tough times. Learn how to look beyond the matter for you are spirit soul." -Cynthia AlexanderHAPPY NEW YEAR!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110484153003545288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110484153003545288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484153003545288' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110381135664248443</id><published>2004-12-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:15:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+God bless us merry gentlemen (PART-II)+FEELING: SteadyHEARING: “Jupiter”- Jewel KilcherIN THE MOOD FOR: S’mores and Pringles cheesums.Tomorrow is Christmas eve. I can hardly feel the Christmas spirit that's supposed to be around us. If not with the help of decorated houses and parols hanging on windows, Its even hard to believe that its already December. The air is humid and the sun,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110381135664248443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110381135664248443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381135664248443' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110295997989091448</id><published>2004-12-14T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T01:46:19.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ COUNTING SHEEPS +FEELING: Awake, alive and a little jumpy.HEARING: Cornflake girl- Tori AmosIN THE MOOD FOR: S'mores.I am having a hard time sleeping. I am so bored, I actually answered a stupid survey I saw on my friendster Bulletin board. read on.USELESS QUESTIONS: whole name+ Jonathan Dexternick name+ rainage+ 21height+ 5'10moving on..Lived without a cell phone for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110295997989091448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110295997989091448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110295997989091448' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110293274903751657</id><published>2004-12-13T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T18:12:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GOD BLESS US MERRY GENTLEMEN +FEELING: SteadyHEARING: “Lullaby” – Shawn MullinsIN THE MOOD FOR: A smoke.Last night, Manolo, Kittie and I went to town to hang. I treated them at Saisaki for dinner cause we were all in the mood for some Japanese food. (I feel like such a grown up. taking care of the bill. Hehe.. Just like daddy!!) So after dinner, we were all stuffed and got to smoke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110293274903751657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110293274903751657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110293274903751657' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110251921366873090</id><published>2004-12-08T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:20:13.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ HEHEHE +FEELING: SteadyHEARING: "Ugly girl" - Flemming and JohnIN THE MOOD FOR: Some hershey nuggets.Today marks the first day of the rest of my life. They say life begins at 40. I say, la vida loco starts at 21.  haaaaaaaaay..xoxoxoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110251921366873090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110251921366873090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251921366873090' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110230440347803470</id><published>2004-12-06T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:40:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ ANOTHER UNTITLED ENTRY  +FEELING: Anxious.HEARING: “Why does it always rain on me” – TravisIN THE MOOD FOR: S’mores.In two days, I’ll be 21.I deal with it like it’s any different from being 20. hehe. oh well.. The peter pan wish turned into the captain hook curse.Last night, I was at MJ’s house. Just walked around the park, had a stick and made fun of the white guy playing ball which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110230440347803470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110230440347803470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230440347803470' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110189201970628912</id><published>2004-12-01T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:16:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ UNTITLED ENTRY +FEELING: Stuffed. Just ate a bunch of comfort food.HEARING: “Till I hear it from you” – Gin BlossomIN THE MOOD FOR: A baby Ruth barYesterday, I bumped in to MJ and Adrian at Chowking. Soon enough, I heard a familiar voice. Buzzing almost everyone; it was Maggie. ( She’s everybody’s friend ) and we all headed to a new tambayan called “Blady’s” or whatever it’s called.  Got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110189201970628912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110189201970628912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110189201970628912' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110166331535249221</id><published>2004-11-29T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T02:05:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ PASS ME THE BARF BAG +FEELING: Numb.HEARING: “My Favorite Mistake”-Sheryl CrowIN THE MOOD FOR: A pint of Butterfinger ice cream.I know I’ve gone through a 10-day blogging hiatus.. and its because I don’t have anything interesting to write but now I’m back. Here are some of the things I’ve been up to for the past few days:+ Gone biking with Drei, Hogi, Nicco and Mish.+ Killed time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110166331535249221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110166331535249221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110166331535249221' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110061229813273280</id><published>2004-11-16T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T10:09:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ ANOTHER DAY IN MY- SO- CALLED PARADISE +FEELING: A little sleepy.HEARING “Simply because”- RooneyIN THE MOOD FOR: A bottle of beer and some food. FEED ME!!I was in school earlier and I felt like I didn’t want to be there. I wore dirty smelly clothes and my hair was all tangled up so before I left for school I blindly cut through unmanageable hair on the back and some on the side burns. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110061229813273280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110061229813273280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110061229813273280' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110054304532408068</id><published>2004-11-16T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:24:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ WHOPPING CLEAN SPACE IN AN INSTANT +FEELING: So alive.HEARING: “Ugly girl”- Fleming and JohnIN THE MOOD FOR: A Butterfinger ice cream.Hogi invited me to hang at Nicco’s place early this afternoon. I declined for a number of reasons. First, I was too lazy to shower. Second, I felt like sleeping the whole day and third, I somehow, want to detach from the Joseph peeps for a while. I want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110054304532408068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110054304532408068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110054304532408068' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-110015270806977352</id><published>2004-11-11T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T14:05:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ I'M JUST A KID +FEELING: Stuffed. Twister fries.. yum!!HEARING: "Never let you go"- Third eye blindIN THE MOOD FOR: A baby ruth bar.My parents left for the states late last night. My dad gave me my allowance for 3 weeks and I freakin spent it!! haha.. I was feeling stressed so I had a Thai massage at southmall yesterday. I also bought a Blaine doll. (Apparently, Barbie and Ken called it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110015270806977352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/110015270806977352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110015270806977352' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109984112632102114</id><published>2004-11-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:25:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ DRY YOUR EYES AND FAKE A SMILE AS WE ALL SAY GOODBYE+FEELING: emotional.. HEARING: "goodbye" Jars of clayIN THE MOOD FOR: The Joseph cast =(Its official. Joseph's saga; from Four's company to clokworx, the new casting, rehearsals and ngaragans are finally over. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. It was fun and I will be forever grateful for having been given the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109984112632102114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109984112632102114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109984112632102114' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109932632451854890</id><published>2004-11-02T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T00:25:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ PLUG!! +PLEASE WATCH CSB FILIPINESCAS AND CLOKWORX'S PRODUCTION OF "JOSEPH AND THE AMAZING TECHNICOLOR DREAMCOAT" THIS SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 2004 AT THE ST. CECILIA'S HALL, ST. SCHOLASTICA'S COLLEGE MANILA. TICKETS AT 120 PESOS. SHOWS AT 2PM and 7PM.FOR TICKET RESERVATIONS AND OTHER INQUIRIES, TEXT (0917-3245059)PLEASE SUPPORT THIS PRODUCTION!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109932632451854890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109932632451854890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109932632451854890' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109806396827072634</id><published>2004-10-18T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:46:08.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ WOHOOOOOOOO +FEELING: Ouch. my throat hurts like hell!!HEARING: "Spin the wheel" by BellefireIN THE MOOD FOR: I'm already eating it.apple cinnamon rolls from St. Cinnamon. yummmmm. Had a great time with my SEC friends last night. I kinda miss the hiritan and tablahan.. Vic, Spliff, Mari, Piggy, Aix and Hatchie were all there. I saw a familiar face from some of Z's Manresa batchmates.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109806396827072634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109806396827072634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109806396827072634' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109799096284912072</id><published>2004-10-17T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:29:22.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GO, GO, GO JOSEPH?! +FEELING: Anxious.HEARING: "Any dream will do" Donny OsmondIN THE MOOD FOR: A pint of icecream (babyruth)before I rant, I just wanna give a shout-out to my Good Frien Z Caleon!! Happy Birthday!! = )+Let the rants begin!! Im worried about the restaging. its on November 6 na!! Costumes, sets, the ocular, the choreography/blocking, Production Budget.. gah!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109799096284912072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109799096284912072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109799096284912072' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109790668060606359</id><published>2004-10-16T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T14:10:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ ZzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZzz +FEELING: Easy like Sunday morning (huh?!)hehe..HEARING: "Sherry Frasier" Marcy playground.IN THE MOOD FOR: A strawberry yogurt.I just wanna greet Cristina Miranda and Precious Espiritu- Peralta.. CONGRATULATIONS!! GRADUATE NA!! I'm so proud of you guys!! +I just finished watching "Diabolique" on some distant cable channel. Chazz Palminteri kinda looks like my Dad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109790668060606359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109790668060606359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109790668060606359' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109764399145979831</id><published>2004-10-13T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T13:20:42.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ HMMMMMMM.. HMMMMMM.. +FEELING: Stuffed. Ate a lot.HEARING: "Moonshadow" by Cat StevensIN THE MOOD FOR: A candy apple.I hate the new close-up commercial.. Jimmy "The mouth" Garcia. haha.. can he be more arrogant on screen than how he is right now?! (haha..blame the writers?!)Doesnt make much of a difference to me. Ive always had this notion that beautiful people are evil.(excluding me?! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109764399145979831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109764399145979831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109764399145979831' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109750645214010211</id><published>2004-10-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T07:48:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ IT'S NOT ALL RIGHT, BUT I GUESS, IT'S OK +FEELING: EnlightenedHEARING: "No Rain"- Blind melonIN THE MOOD FOR: My Bestfriends: Kittie and Cherry cola.Ive come to this realization that any moment, anything can change. Theres always conflict, wherever you go. Its Inevitable. You cant please everybody.. Good greif cause I'm not trying to. I am harboring an ill feeling towards this new person</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109750645214010211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109750645214010211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109750645214010211' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109738926725015251</id><published>2004-10-10T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T14:24:25.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SAVE MY SCHNOZ AND KISS MY BLOODY ARSE +FEELING: HungryHEARING: My sister playing the piano "Thrilll Waltz"IN THE MOOD FOR: McNuggets.My ass and nose are getting bigger.. haha.. I lost weight and left these two parts with lard to booth. haha.. neway, Ive added a tag board. For your sick Tag-Frenzy-amusement, a simple "your page sucks" will be deeply appreciated. My parents are Leaving for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109738926725015251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109738926725015251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109738926725015251' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109729008238968368</id><published>2004-10-09T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T11:02:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ AM I ON THE RIGHT TRACK?! +FEELING: Intense.. Distraught.HEARING: The little voices in my head..IN THE MOOD FOR: An answer to this question.My previous post was all about the merrymaking we do every night. which reflects my current state of mind at that time. carefree, restless.. without a care in the world. but I shouldnt be, now it scares me. The restaging of "Joseph and the amazing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109729008238968368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109729008238968368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109729008238968368' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109725205138676205</id><published>2004-10-08T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T00:22:54.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ VIDEOKE KING +FEELING: Stunned.HEARING: "My Favorite mistake" by Sheryl CrowIN THE MOOD FOR: A dalandan soda.Just came home from providence. haha, another fun videoke night. I got my voice back.. after days of coughing and wheezing, I can sing again. Gift of song, reclaimed. haha. and for our last song we had the SPAGHETTI song - sex bomb. haha.. Anthony was with us tonight. and he seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109725205138676205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109725205138676205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109725205138676205' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109713677102971221</id><published>2004-10-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T16:12:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ DOCTOR LOVE +FEELING: Steady.. I'm almost well!!HEARING: "BULAKLAK" by the Viva hot babes here at ALVA.. damn..IN THE MOOD FOR: A snapple.MJ had to tap me twice to make his presence known. haha.. Ive left my glasses  at home and I can hardly see a thing. For the first time in so many months, I ate at the canteen; alone. yup. very unlikely. Met MJ at the canteen and we got to talk about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109713677102971221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109713677102971221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109713677102971221' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109681923407190022</id><published>2004-10-03T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T09:59:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ I'M BETTER OFF DEAD +FEELING: Really bad.. am sick.HEARING: "Buddy Holly" by Weezer/ "Why does it always rain on me?" by TravisIN THE MOOD FOR: I dunno, I just wanna get well.Snot is shooting out of my nose, i'm zit infested and everyday, my cold gets worse. wow. Just read Kitty's Live journal and I'm happy that she's over with her thesis. shes been slaving on the damn thing for quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109681923407190022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109681923407190022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109681923407190022' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109566052757295648</id><published>2004-09-20T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T14:08:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GOOD VIBES +FEELING: Steady.HEARING: The water flowing from the angel fountain here in the living room.IN THE MOOD FOR: a smoke.. holy smokes!!Just saw two movies from my favorite anime.. ( I HATE ANIME but this one is an exception) RANMA 1/2!!Just finished watching "Big trouble in Nekonron China" and "Nihao my concubine" Thanks to Drei for lending me these VCDs.. reminiscent of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109566052757295648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109566052757295648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109566052757295648' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109558069301786743</id><published>2004-09-19T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T16:07:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ CYCLE +FEELING: Satisfied yet saddened.HEARING: The chimes outside..IN THE MOOD FOR: A smoke with Manolo and Kitty. Just had an arguement with my dad.. just now. we argued over the ink cartridge. we were figuring what the pronlem was with the computer and while he was fixing it, mumbles that its my responsibility to fix it. I told him I was busy and he's the one who's home 24/7 anyway.. (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109558069301786743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109558069301786743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109558069301786743' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109547556211221890</id><published>2004-09-18T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T14:16:38.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ IT'S AN ATENEAN THING +FEELING: Cold.. Hungry.HEARING: The TV behind me. Nickelodeon.IN THE MOOD FOR: A hearty Breakfast and some mall money. Hi mom.DISCLAIMER: If you get offended by School Culture Criticism or Judgment based on where you go to School, I suggest that you leave and surf somewhere else. If you send me hatemail or vandalize my blog even after Ive just warned you. you are a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109547556211221890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109547556211221890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109547556211221890' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109525532182082890</id><published>2004-09-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T21:35:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> + SPIN +FEELING: Sick.. HEARING: "Spin the wheel" by BellefireIN THE MOOD FOR: Caramel Sundae from Mcdo.I saw myself at "Lagot ka, isusumbong kita" GMA 7 when I was ambushed by Berwin Meiley and did an on- the- spot magic trick which caught me and Nicco unaware.. haha..  that few minutes of air time was the fuzz.. people were texting and calling me cause they saw me on TV.. hehe.. looks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109525532182082890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109525532182082890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109525532182082890' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109517408034932786</id><published>2004-09-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:01:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ BLACK HOLE SUN.. WON'T YOU COME.. +FEELING: Floating..HEARING: The electric fan here in our living room.IN THE MOOD FOR: My bestfriend, Kitty.Started the day missing my classes. tried to do something productive by discussing production matters with Ms. Amador and doing the reservations for a room. (we need it for the Joseph auditions on friday, Setember 17.) we were gonna post the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109517408034932786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109517408034932786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109517408034932786' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109506205188007675</id><published>2004-09-13T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:46:43.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GONE +FEELING: Steady lang.HEARING: The sound of keyboards here in Netopia.IN THE MOOD FOR: food.Louie Puno's mom passed away yesterday at around 7:30AM.  Louie and I have been classmates since pre-school and Ive never met his mommy. the wake was at la funeraria paz and I was surprised to see two of my elusive batchmates. Raniel and PJ. we got to talk about the upcoming alumni homecoming.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109506205188007675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109506205188007675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109506205188007675' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109491916042870271</id><published>2004-09-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T00:12:40.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ DIRTY POPPPPPP +FEELING: steady pa rin..HEARING: "Here's to the night" Eve 6IN THE MOOD FOR: A caramel pop corn.Went to Cecile's b-day dinner with Manolo and Kittie.She just turned 21 nung September 8. yosi.. tapos eat and run. haha.. that's how we were back in highschool.. (party crashers and were merely after the food regardless of who the celebrant or what the occasion was. hehe..) and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109491916042870271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109491916042870271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109491916042870271' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109477444679553676</id><published>2004-09-10T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:09:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GOTTA GET THROUGH THIS ( AND I JUST DID )+FEELING: I'm feeling OK.. It's not a perfect state but I'm steady.HEARING: "Sunrise, sunrise" by Norah jonesIN THE MOOD FOR: A strawberry yogurtNot being able to adjust/enlist/ enroll on the last day of adjustment, I was turned down by the registrar's office and was forced to file for LOA. Tangina, I cannot afford to stay longer and am very eager </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109477444679553676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109477444679553676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109477444679553676' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109371886407920583</id><published>2004-08-29T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T02:47:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ FOG +FEELING: Unsure and Torn..HEARING: An angel music box..IN THE MOOD FOR: Someone who'd wanna sleep with me tonight.. Seriously.Final exams are over. stop.got to borrow altair alonzo's "Joseph.." VCD. lafftrip our mistakes. I miss the original cast.. restaging it wont be as fun if they wont be joining.. but they wont. The show must go on.                  +++Found this angel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109371886407920583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109371886407920583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109371886407920583' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109322336456314413</id><published>2004-08-23T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:09:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ WHAT IVE BEEN UP TO FOR THE PAST 2 DAYS +FEELING: ReminiscentHEARING: “To the moon and back” by Savage GardenIN THE MOOD FOR: Breakfast.. Food!! +++ PLACES FROM THE  PAST.. REVISITED AUGUST 21, 2004- SATURDAYVisited Ms. Batoctoy’s warehouse with Hogi. Saw the big dogs again. It was sad cause Rowan (The perky youngest sibling who I use to play with back then) do not remember me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109322336456314413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109322336456314413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109322336456314413' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109272131101296007</id><published>2004-08-17T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T13:45:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ PURRRRRRR.. +FEELING: I feel as if my life is standing still.HEARING: “I’m a terrible person” by RooneyIN THE MOOD FOR: Gummy Bears.Yesterday, I was supposed to work on my TECTHE-4 presentation but instead, I saw "Catwoman" with Hogi, Drei and Arman. It was a good movie but not better than the other super hero flicks. (Captain Barbell, not included.. haha!!) saw the last passion, fashion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109272131101296007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109272131101296007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109272131101296007' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109257993888847522</id><published>2004-08-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:25:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ FRIENDS AND FAMILY +HEARING: A squirming mouse.. got caught in a sticky flytrap.. haha!!IN THE MOOD FOR: a hambuger.FEELING: Tired and sleepy.It was my Tita Heidi’s b-day so we had dinner at their house. Camille was eating and holding a reviewer on one hand so we didn’t get to talk that much. My other cousins Abbie and Marie were scanning some of the magazines at the lanai and I asked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109257993888847522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109257993888847522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109257993888847522' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109240587362963808</id><published>2004-08-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T12:13:31.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SHINDIG +HEARING: Yaya Josie, coughing.. damn.IN THE MOOD FOR: a decent dinner.After my 1pm class, drei, arman, nico and I left for RP to watch a movie. “The Village” Sobrang ganda!! I wanna give a synopsis but I rather not para hindi ma-spoil.. then we came back to school  to watch the Passion Fashion show. My friend Christine Jamerlan was one of the models so I came to support her. Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109240587362963808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109240587362963808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240587362963808' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109235178384169839</id><published>2004-08-13T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T07:03:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ BIGLAAN +HEARING: “Any lucky penny”IN THE MOOD FOR: Bacon and eggs, Garlic rice and orange juice. (Specific.. hehe)Haha.. today, something really funny happened to me. I texted Hogi cos she didn’t show up sa morning class tapos she replied late na, near lunchtime. She said na she’s at the Chalk booth for the go-see sa may SJ walk. So sumunod ako kasi she asked me if I wanna sign- up so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109235178384169839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109235178384169839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109235178384169839' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109223825892175698</id><published>2004-08-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T05:37:48.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ HE'S SO VULNERABLE +HEARING: "bring me down" by RivermayaIN THE MOOD FOR: something to eat.. anything!!Haaaay.. I'm lost for words. (this is bad considering the fact that I'm blogging right now.)hehe.. I dunno if I'm really in love or am i just getting too attached. I dunno. I'm just gonna enjoy the moment and see what happens.nobody's gonna grade me on this naman e so I am entitled to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109223825892175698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109223825892175698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109223825892175698' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109216131607776032</id><published>2004-08-11T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T02:11:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ CHOICES.. CHOICES +In Life, we are given a lot of choices. some profound, some inane and some are just so wrong, you dont even wanna consider it. Today, ive decided on something.. it was tough going thru it.. I wont go into detail. I dont wanna fight for it so Ive decided to give up. I refuse to be like an ice sculpture in a party.. youre there to freeze till everyone's gone. id leave if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109216131607776032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109216131607776032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109216131607776032' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109201284451974510</id><published>2004-08-09T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T08:54:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ TRIPPIN +Hearing: "Sherry Frasier" by Marcy playgroundIn the mood for: A drunkard's wine gum and a life.I know I said i'd dettach from this blog but for an inconsistent cheeseball like me, its hard to hold on to my last words.. :-)dami akong kwento kaya I need an outlet. Now I dont care about other people's take on my twisted life and I hope you'll learn from my shortcomings. The play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109201284451974510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109201284451974510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109201284451974510' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-109076887304286110</id><published>2004-07-25T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:40:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+  WASUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP?! +I know!! haha.. for quite some time, this blog has been neglected. I almost forgot that i have this.. yup. wasnt too proud of whats been happening lately  so i didnt wanna post anything about it. THIS WILL BE MY LAST ENTRY:-( I obviously cant post everything on an online jounal. For the very purpose of disclosure, I kinda thought of switching back to the good old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109076887304286110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/109076887304286110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109076887304286110' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108800975789241391</id><published>2004-06-24T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T01:09:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SPACED OUT SISSY +HEARING: "Love in the stars" by The Cherry OrchardIN THE MOOD FOR: A purple lava lamp and a burning sandalwood incense stick..Thesis,  Boring Classes,  a sarcastic, balding, son-of-a-gun teacher and an empty wallet.. haha.. my days are spent with these things running my lonesome sick cycle carousel. haha.. I'm turning Indie again. I havent blogged for the same reason as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108800975789241391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108800975789241391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108800975789241391' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108708657489812766</id><published>2004-06-13T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T08:49:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“ STARS”I am gonna star in a feature Indie Film.. “The Wedding of the Century” Directed by an American Independent Filmmaker from New Jersey, It is bound to be shown here in The Philippines come December and in New Jersey and will compete in an art film Festival here and abroad. Haha..  Astig!! I have been  tactless lately.. I told Chris, an intern that she looks like Alex Mack (she started to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108708657489812766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108708657489812766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108708657489812766' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108657977161581652</id><published>2004-06-07T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T11:42:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SEE MY BLUE SIDE +Hearing: "Daisy Duke"Am in the mood for: butterfinger ice cream and a person to save me from absolute boredom.I'm bluer than blue. literally cos am wearin all blue today. doesnt have anything to do with the weather.. i just dont have anything to wear. got this shirt from the stinky hamper cos i was running late for school kanina. No choice. Vic was looking for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108657977161581652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108657977161581652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108657977161581652' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108651577321485941</id><published>2004-06-06T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T18:06:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ BYE HARRY, HELLO ROONEY +Just came home from town.. we were suppose to watch "Harry Potter and the prisoner of azkaban" but the tickets were sold out so me, my sister and my mom just walked around. I bought a Rooney CD!! hehe.. astig yung songs. (FYI: The the rocker dude named Michael Moscovits; Mia's love interest in the movie, "The Princess Diaries" is Robert Carmine also known as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108651577321485941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108651577321485941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108651577321485941' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108641186346705582</id><published>2004-06-05T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T15:48:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ JONATHAN PLAYS "GAD" +Hehe.. I'm playing Gad.. one of the brothers in "Joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat" the last auditions went really well. people bursting with talent left us all in awe. I just dont like it when "Ms. A" our director, typecasts every goodlooking guy as Joseph. Kasi dati, she's basing it on the voice quality and their acting capabilities but now, she's acting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108641186346705582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108641186346705582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108641186346705582' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108623060357580924</id><published>2004-06-03T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T10:19:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ FEELIN' ARTISTIC +I feel kinda artistic today so, here's my way of expressing some of my deepest thoughts in a not so detailed manner yet accessible to all. I Compiled excerpts from great songs and edited some of it and arranged it in an Art Credo form :-) hope it draws inspiration. here it goes.." A river of silver plum thoughts"     (Jonathan's Art Credo)Ophelia drowned in the water</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108623060357580924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108623060357580924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108623060357580924' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108618875491131610</id><published>2004-06-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:05:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ HAAAAYYYYY +Ive changed the center pic.. this pic was taken during a gradeschool reunion at Joie's place. I was beside Kittie when this pic was taken and we were both drunk and sabog.. alcohol intake was more than what our body could handle at that time. Pareho kasi kaming problemado. I heard this somewhere.. and it is a good advice, we just dont have control over it.. " Don't Drink when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108618875491131610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108618875491131610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108618875491131610' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108610391167754021</id><published>2004-06-01T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T23:31:51.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GAH!! +Hearing: "No one loves me like you"- Jars of clayAnthony, my thesis mate just told me about a racket. I dunno if the Talent fee is big but as long as its above minimum, works for me!! Cause im really broke right now.. but under extreme circumstances, i had to drop it. I had to prioritize. ( I sound just like my dad..) Riz came to visit me in school. I miss that bitch :-) hehe.. she's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108610391167754021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108610391167754021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610391167754021' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108593293209790629</id><published>2004-05-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T07:49:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SHOE TORTURE + for May 29 2004I bought a new pair of DM's. I wore it and it was a perfect fit.. till i walked around greenbelt, the back of my feet started to hurt because the hard back of the shoes were rubbing against it. it felt like being skinned alive. tangina talaga. walang nangyayari sa Greenbelt so Manolo called his friends and we went to club chill instead. haha.. for some perverse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108593293209790629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108593293209790629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108593293209790629' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108553717154407658</id><published>2004-05-26T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:06:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ NUMBERS +Started my day with English class.. Snot is shooting out of my nose. i have a cold right now and can hardly breathe..  I have fans!! bwahaha.. It was a frosh block and everybody wants to be my groupmate. some were asking me if I had american blood.. NGEK!! wala lang :-) Business Math was ok too.. if only i brought my glasses with me, i wouldnt have to sit beside the englishera freaks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108553717154407658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108553717154407658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108553717154407658' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108535716976636507</id><published>2004-05-24T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T08:07:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ FRESH START +AMJust missed my first class. got to school on time but I got the wrong classroom so i thought the prof didnt show up. its only when I checked mylasalle for my sched did i find out na it's D504 and not M305.. sheesh. my EAF kasi has not been printed yet kasi I have to add a special class para tapos na ako sa lahat.. graduate na!! Class starts in 10 minutes.. gotta split. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108535716976636507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108535716976636507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108535716976636507' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108523750677145989</id><published>2004-05-22T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T22:51:46.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ STEAL MY SUNSHINE +Just got home from Tagaytay. It was fun but not as much as the first one. That time when I had enough money to go to wherever we plan to go after and when Alvin wasnt making any nakakainis hirits then. It's raining hard outside and I feel sad.. Hearing: "I'm only Happy when it rains". Ironic. My folks are still in Davao and are coming back tomorrow. I only have a few hours </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108523750677145989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108523750677145989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523750677145989' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108513136115774459</id><published>2004-05-21T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T20:21:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ CREO QUE ESTOY INFERNO +Weather changes make me sick.. in the morning its all bright and shiny then it gets dark.. drizzle for a while then on with the down pour. just got home from school.. i had to encode my newly added subjects and had to run with waivers in hand for signatories like an overwhelmed fan busing for autographs. Chuck made me go berserk.. i stood in mile long line just to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108513136115774459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108513136115774459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513136115774459' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108495245270632192</id><published>2004-05-19T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T15:40:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ GAH +I'm in school today.. discussing the plans with my thesis mates.. it's so fuckin hot.. makes me wanna hurl. its FROSH week in school.. im gonna be a dummy (a frosh pretender) for tomorrow's orientation. haha.. pretense.. cant wait.  fare-dee-well for now. XOXOXO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108495245270632192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108495245270632192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108495245270632192' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108487029827755751</id><published>2004-05-18T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T16:52:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ BLEEP +I haven’t been updating this blog not because I ran out of internet prepaid or my computer’s busted again.. it’s because I haven’t been proud of myself lately that I just couldn’t find it in myself  to post a half hearted entry. Summer 2004 is the most boring summer of my life and my days are spent sleeping and yosi .. not productive at all. I remember the time when I was much younger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108487029827755751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108487029827755751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108487029827755751' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-108175614155924989</id><published>2004-04-12T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T15:55:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ I'M BACK+haha.. my last post was Feb 8 pa.. hehe.. i guess i just dont know what to write. neway, i'll come up with something.. i'll just gather my thoughts and start hitting the keys again.. fare-dee-well for now you guys!!XOXOXO+KING OF PAIN+ Alanis MorissetteThere's a little black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday There's a black hat caught in a high tree </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108175614155924989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/108175614155924989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175614155924989' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-107618210753852318</id><published>2004-02-08T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T03:39:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SPACED OUT +Saturday: (Just a few Hours ago) I  was preparing for my lakad. (Southridge father's day celeb.. I wanna watch sugarfree) 6pm, I was waiting for kittie.. hangang 8pm, ive waited for her.. i was close to tears na kasi napikon ako sa kanya, (she wasnt even replyin) I cant wait for her anymore so i left. Hinatid ako ni Daddy. I was at southridge na and i was about to text Mathew na. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/107618210753852318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/107618210753852318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618210753852318' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712222.post-107574148176956007</id><published>2004-02-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T23:35:15.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ SsssssSSSssss +A song.. for  a snake from hell.. (1994- 2004.. 10 years of blindness)+ THROWING STONES +         Paula ColeSo call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead There you go again you cut me off from talking You bask in the glory The center of the circle All our friends think you're a comedian So kind and generous but i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/107574148176956007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712222/posts/default/107574148176956007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pourpre-bohemien.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574148176956007' title=''/><author><name>Raindear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207948690442073766</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></entry></feed>
