<?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-5189738</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:49:48.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Somewhere</title><subtitle type='html'>Are you lost? Don't worry. Here, everything is lost.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-2779304921611440275</id><published>2007-05-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T06:14:23.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem a bit sudden, but the reason why I haven't been posting lately is because I've moved myself over to &lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;my Livejournal account.&lt;/a&gt; I figured it'd be easier for me to keep up with the majority of my friends who're LJ users if I used LJ myself. Majority of my entries will still be public, so you're still welcome to read. :) &lt;a href="http://windyday.cbox.ws/" target="blank"&gt;The tagboard is there too.&lt;/a&gt; XD After 440+ posts here at Almost Somewhere, it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything here, everyone. But don't dream that it's over. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-solstice.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Ethereality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-2779304921611440275?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2779304921611440275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=2779304921611440275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2779304921611440275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2779304921611440275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-5510871109049451140</id><published>2007-05-08T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:58:22.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming home</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: TV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hawaii vacation has come to an end. We leave later at 8am Hawaii time. I'll probably be back in the Philippines at around 3 to 4pm. I hope we have a safe trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-5510871109049451140?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5510871109049451140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=5510871109049451140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/5510871109049451140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/5510871109049451140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/05/coming-home.html' title='Coming home'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-6646343724111193324</id><published>2007-05-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:00:33.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Ceiling Fan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cirque_du_Soleil" target="blank"&gt;Vegas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikon_D40" target="blank"&gt;My Left, Sinistra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.ateneo.edu/index.php?p=1688" target="blank"&gt;My Future&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-6646343724111193324?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6646343724111193324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=6646343724111193324&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6646343724111193324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6646343724111193324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-is-good.html' title='God is good.'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-8722944218865000405</id><published>2007-04-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:21:33.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the other half of the Pacific Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Computer hum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-8722944218865000405?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8722944218865000405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=8722944218865000405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8722944218865000405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8722944218865000405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/over-other-half-of-pacific-ocean.html' title='Over the other half of the Pacific Ocean'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-6284705797451744427</id><published>2007-04-26T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:11:20.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, cold Maui</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Family eating downstairs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Maui. Must rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-6284705797451744427?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6284705797451744427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=6284705797451744427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6284705797451744427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6284705797451744427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/cold-cold-maui.html' title='Cold, cold Maui'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-2112769299665148189</id><published>2007-04-23T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:16:58.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise to Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: TV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rundown:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-neighborly threats because of Chloe&lt;br /&gt;-drove to somewhere near Hanauma Bay and watched the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;-HUGE WAVES LOL&lt;br /&gt;-Mum found an expensive ring in the parking lot, and we weren't able to find the owner&lt;br /&gt;-went to a Baptist 'mass' with my aunt and uncle (t'was nice and lively, and honestly much more personal than what we have at home)&lt;br /&gt;-ice cream sandwich! :D&lt;br /&gt;-drove to Waikiki&lt;br /&gt;-‘He’s laughing at me! D:’&lt;br /&gt;-had fun with Jeth in 'The Tube'&lt;br /&gt;-'I’ll take a picture of you eating the fish!’&lt;br /&gt;-walked to Yard house, where we had lunch&lt;br /&gt;-ate an unbelievably creamy macadamia and almond cheese cake, sitting in a pool of caramel and topped with a large scoop of whipped cream (Imma get fat lol)&lt;br /&gt;-‘Cute haircut, and cute glasses!’&lt;br /&gt;-walked in a circle around Waikiki while looking for a trolley pickup point&lt;br /&gt;-realized that Keanu Reeves has huge hands compared to mine (like everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;-rode the trolley to Hilo Hattie, a huge tourist store&lt;br /&gt;-got surprised with a sudden downpour and endured heavy rain and gusty wind in a windowless trolley&lt;br /&gt;-TURTLES&lt;br /&gt;-watched a Hula Dancing competition on TV&lt;br /&gt;-Free mugs! XD&lt;br /&gt;-rode the trolley back to Waikiki&lt;br /&gt;-walked to Chart House&lt;br /&gt;-watched the sunset&lt;br /&gt;-ate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lava_cake" target="blank"&gt;Lava Cake&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3 (Imma get REALLY fat lol! XD)&lt;br /&gt;-watched auntie Monette get slightly drunk on two Margaritas&lt;br /&gt;-detour around the pier&lt;br /&gt;-breaking Hawaiian law in numerous ways&lt;br /&gt;-POLICE D:&lt;br /&gt;-speeding around tight corners in a hueg Hummer&lt;br /&gt;-finally getting home… alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a parking meter of my own. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Maui tomorrow. I'm feeling a bit homesick. X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-2112769299665148189?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2112769299665148189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=2112769299665148189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2112769299665148189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2112769299665148189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunrise-to-sunset.html' title='Sunrise to Sunset'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-8771808277339467096</id><published>2007-04-22T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T15:35:20.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maui</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Maui on Monday for a few days. o: And.. Uncle is going to pay for everything. @_____@ Maui is just 20 minutes from Oahu by plane, but I understand that it's still pretty expensive, considering that Maui is a tourist hot spot. Uncle has a house there, and we'll all be staying there, even if it isn't fully furnished yet. (Which is in a sense still ok, it's &lt;strong&gt;Maui&lt;/strong&gt;, after all.) We're going in time just for my cousin's birthday, which is on Monday. XD I hope we'll be able to do some sight-seeing there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a taxi to Waikiki because we didn't have a car, and the driver talked most of the way, mostly about how he thought the Marines were crazy and how American his Lincoln (his taxi) was. We walked along Waikiki, to find that we were the only ones in pants. XD We were prepared for another cold, windy day. Rented a car, a Ford Taurus, and drove to Pearl Harbor. I finally got myself a sweater, but it's not as cold as it was the past two days anymore. (Unless tomorrow proves me wrong) It's a bubblegum blue hoodie with 'Navy' on the front in big bold letters w/ a floral design. It's really nice an cozy. At least now I have more than one sweater to use at night, since it's still pretty cold at night. We even met one of our old neighbors from Japan there! @__@ What a coincidence. He's still serving in the Navy though, while dad's retired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see the DSLRs again. Sigh. If ever I was to get one, it'd be either the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikon_D40" target="blank"&gt;Nikon D40&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canon_350d" target="blank"&gt;Canon Digital Rebel TX/Canon 350D.&lt;/a&gt; I think at one point Mum considered buying me a laptop instead, until I mentioned that it'd cost &lt;em&gt;double &lt;/em&gt;that of a DSLR (No less than $1000). I really want a DSLR. =/ But I guess I'd survive without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to watch the sunrise tomorrow morning. Have to wake up early, so it's off to bed for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-8771808277339467096?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8771808277339467096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=8771808277339467096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8771808277339467096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8771808277339467096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/maui.html' title='Maui'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-4724499447234843240</id><published>2007-04-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:28:35.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Wind against the window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out earlier today, I noticed that all of the flags were at half mast (only raised to half the height of the flag pole) and I realized it was because of what had happened in Virginia about a week ago. When my brother and I heard it for the first time, it was right after the first shooting had happened. We were watching it on Fox News, and the second shooting hadn't happened yet. It was scary, considering that my brother had been there before with my cousin, since my cousin used to study at Virginia Tech. She graduated this year though. When we woke up the next morning (it was late at night when we were watching it live), we found out about the second shooting, and the news of all the lives that were lost. It's really sad, all the students that died there, and all the people and dreams that they left behind. I also feel sorry for the gunman. What could have possibly driven him to do such a thing on fellow students? On the news they said it was stuff about extreme hate for the rich and oppression. Was it really that bad? Could it somehow have been prevented? And the professor who died barricading the door.. I wonder what was going through his mind? And the students, as they were forced to jump out their windows.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really must have been horrible, and I can't even start to imagine what they went through that day. My heart goes out to them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-4724499447234843240?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4724499447234843240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=4724499447234843240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/4724499447234843240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/4724499447234843240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech.html' title='Virginia Tech'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-2234799441052365515</id><published>2007-04-21T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T14:55:05.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: People talking downstairs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my own money after this. It's pretty obvious that I'm not going to be able to get a DSLR, not now, maybe not ever. (Unless I manage to save up thrice the amount I saved for my iPod.) It was silly of me to actually think that Mum would lend me/shell out $700. Dumb dumb dumb. This is what I get for getting my hopes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-2234799441052365515?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2234799441052365515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=2234799441052365515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2234799441052365515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2234799441052365515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-4856699866657348574</id><published>2007-04-21T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T03:15:39.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Praise music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two interesting things I found out last night as I shared a room and bed with my brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Our room doesn't have a door and&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a pair of shorts that glow in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8:30 this morning (Which was like, 30 minutes ago). Be proud of me! (Ria is someone who normally wakes up at around 12 in the afternoon.) So now... breakfast time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-4856699866657348574?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4856699866657348574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=4856699866657348574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/4856699866657348574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/4856699866657348574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-what.html' title='You know what...'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-2428260812422109455</id><published>2007-04-20T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:14:51.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alohaaaaaaaaaaa~</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Chloe. D:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yez, I'm alive and well in Honolulu. :p The flight going here was 9 hours long, and it was loooong. It wasn't bad though, even if the airline food sucked, the airplane was REALLY cold, I was seated near smelly old people *MEAN* and there was turbulence. XD I almost barfed at the end of the flight though. @__@ Good thing I didn't. We didn't have any trouble at the airport, and my uncle picked us up in the Hummer. Yeaaaah. XD It's hueg. Like a tank, literally! One thing that surprised us.. was the fact that it was cold! D: It's like.. 24 degrees Celsius outside during the day (which is like an ACed room back home). It's really windy to boot, so it's pretty chilly right now. I only have one jacket/sweater with me. ~_~ Uncle drove us to their new house, and it's very, very pretty. :) Bad news is, it's on a ridge, so it's even &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;windy up here. X3 I still want a house like it with Ginnow. &lt;3 I'd post pics if I could, but I forgot the cord for my camera so everyone will just have to wait until I get back. XD Anyway, Chloe is bigger than ever (my aunt's golden retriever); she weighs nearly the same as I do. @_@ She's obviously overweight. As in, OVERWEIGHT. I actually feel kinda sorry for her. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After e-mailing Ginno and settling in a bit, we went out. We spent most of the day driving around, windowshopping. My mum and aunt stayed at home, so it was just my dad, my uncle, my brother and I. I got to check out some DSLRs, and some computer parts as well; majority of the electronics here are cheaper than in the Philippines. o: And looking through the electronics, my desire for a PS2 sprang to life again. XD Loool. At least it's somewhat cheaper now. Hahaha! The rest of the day we just drove around in the Hummer (yeah, we took the Hummer. XD) grabbing attention. LOL! My uncle is crazy. XD We drove down the streets of Waikiki with our windows down and the wind blowing through our hair. XD It was actually pretty fun. We weren't the only ones out there with the right to brag about our car though; majority of the cars here are also of the uber expensive category. o: By the time we were heading home, my uncle, my crazy uncle, started doing weird stuff, like staying silent then suddenly pointing and laughing at passer-bys. @__@ LOL nakakagulat talaga. XD We're home now, so everyone's relaxing. Well, except Chloe, since she still wants to eat us. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what our plans for tomorrow are, but I think we're going to the Navy Exchange to check out the electronics there. Supposedly, they should have even better prices than the ones we saw today. I'm excited! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, don't believe what my time stamp says; it's 8:12pm here, and &lt;strong&gt;I'm in the past&lt;/strong&gt;. It's still April 19 here! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-2428260812422109455?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2428260812422109455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=2428260812422109455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2428260812422109455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2428260812422109455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/alohaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Alohaaaaaaaaaaa~'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-7583990278830680114</id><published>2007-04-19T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T01:58:10.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applications and Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Zero7 ~ Destiny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to finish the essay (w00t!) and I passed the application to the OAA at ADMU, with the help of Jeth's reckless driving. On the way out, I met Gab (rather Gab saw me), and we gave him a ride until Ever. I'm happy to have my application passed; now I just need to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pass &lt;/span&gt;pass. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished packing my things for our trip later. Later at 8am, it's off to the airport for me, and at 3pm I'll be flying off to Hawaii. I'll be gone for three weeks, from April 19 until May 8. Feel free to send me an e-mail if you guys have the free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really drained right now. The mental block of mine that I mentioned in my last post wiped out all of my mental reserves. XP And my leg is all tingly. D: The bags I packed are pretty heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll be able to post before we leave the house. Hm. I doubt it. XD I hope we have a safe flight later. And I hope the airport has food for lunch. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm really tired now LOL. XD Imma sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys in three weeks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-7583990278830680114?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7583990278830680114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=7583990278830680114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/7583990278830680114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/7583990278830680114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/applications-and-flight.html' title='Applications and Flight'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-5021990431132872391</id><published>2007-04-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:59:16.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>I’ve been sitting at my computer for quite a while now, trying to figure out just how the heck I’m to write an essay about myself and my experiences, and how my experiences have shaped me to become who I am now. I’ve never really considered myself much of a writer, even though I blog and have been blogging for nearly four years. Most of my entries have been narrations of interesting days and small snippets of my thoughts concerning certain things, things that to me hold a strange sense of importance though to many may seem pretty shallow. Words have rarely failed me though. Weird or ordinary, happy or sad, long or short, words have always been easy for me to grasp; once I sat down in front of a PC with a blinking cursor and a blank page, I could more often than not find something, anything to write about. But now that I’m faced with the essay, quite possibly one of the most important essays that I will ever write in my lifetime, I’m at a loss. And I’ve been at a loss for nearly two days. I’ve never had writer’s block this bad before, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time. I’ve been trying to get myself into the state I usually find myself in when I blog, when words seem to flow so easily and my hands move so swiftly to quell the need, MY need, to express myself, but I simply can’t. What’s ironic is, this is one of the things I should be able to write most easily about; myself. It’s like what Rob said; before I manage to write anything, I automatically edit it, crossing it out before it’s been written, hitting the backspace button before anything has even been typed yet. Everyone’s telling me that I can do it, and I know I can. I know I can, but I can’t. My pen is stilled, my keyboard silent. Where are my words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-5021990431132872391?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5021990431132872391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=5021990431132872391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/5021990431132872391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/5021990431132872391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-5506864098096766987</id><published>2007-04-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:40:04.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle Lit Showers (What? XD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Aerodynamic ~ Daft Punk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a candle lit shower earlier. Sometimes having no electricity is a good thing; until it starts to get hot. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-5506864098096766987?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5506864098096766987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=5506864098096766987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/5506864098096766987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/5506864098096766987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/candle-lit-showers-what-xd.html' title='Candle Lit Showers (What? XD)'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-5798239933373347780</id><published>2007-04-10T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T03:33:13.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11 months. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-5798239933373347780?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5798239933373347780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=5798239933373347780&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/5798239933373347780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/5798239933373347780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/monthsary.html' title='Monthsary'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-445343064284888343</id><published>2007-04-08T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:36:02.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Pure Shores ~ All Saints&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mass this morning; I offered wine. :p I was pretty irritated because Mum made me change and stuff, even though I was happy with what I was wearing at the time. Hay. Oh well. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. I just finished changing the strings of my ceiling fan. There are two strings connected to my ceiling fan; one controls the light, and the other controls the fan. Before, the two strings were just metal ball strings. Now they're braided beaded strings, with plastic fishies on the ends. XD Yellow for the light, and green for the fan. :p I made the green one a bit short, but I can still reach it. I still have to do the other projects I listed in an earlier post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downloading &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fruits_Basket" target="blank"&gt;Fruits Basket&lt;/a&gt; right now. XD Memorable anime series yes!? Lol. I remember getting all giddy about it with &lt;a href="http://www.guiadatotter.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;Guia&lt;/a&gt; in high school. And watching the series at &lt;a href="http://www.devildice.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;Maru&lt;/a&gt;'s house. Meeemoriiies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dinner muna. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-445343064284888343?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/445343064284888343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=445343064284888343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/445343064284888343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/445343064284888343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-819313204307161218</id><published>2007-04-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:24:35.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: AC &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want this shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zestuff.com/tshirts/ladies/319/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/RhfXdl1U-MI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ciR9qI0aY6k/s320/319_i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050742410491263170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't have it. *sigh* I don't have a PayPal account, and I don't have the money to have it shipped here, so the possibility of getting it is nil. If ever I actually get around to it, I'll probably just try silk screening one of my own. I know you guys are probably thinking that I'm soo impractical, buying something like a shirt online, but look at it! It's so cute! And Mario-y! But I guess I'll find other cute shirts somewhere in the country. Owellowellowell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to The Block, the annex of SM North Edsa. It was actually the first time I've been there, ever. I had the pleasure of going around with Mum, and we started from the top floor and made our way down, making our rounds on each floor to make sure that we passed by each shop. The Block turned out to be a nice place; the theme is the same as Mall of Asia's, when it comes to the general appearance of the place. The stores were nice too, but pricey! Clothes are always expensive. ~_~ I was able to FINALLY buy myself a bathing suit. And guess what; it's a two piece. OMG WHUT  YA RLY! I can't believe it myself. But I liked the color and the design; it was colorful, but not too loud, and it was decent looking; and Mum agreed. So we bought it. We went around s'more, and bought some stuff at a handicrafts store, and Mum bought me a bolero. Yayayay. I wish I could shop more, really. Shopping is such a happy thing. (But when you're depressed, it's much more short lived.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cleaning out my closet (literally) and I've piled up the clothes that I don't wear anymore which are taking up loads of space in my closet. Which is a bad thing at the moment, because they're all over my bed and I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginno's coming home from his trip to Cavite tomorrow. We had another fight, so I wonder how it's going to work out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it for later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-819313204307161218?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/819313204307161218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=819313204307161218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/819313204307161218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/819313204307161218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/block.html' title='The Block'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/RhfXdl1U-MI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ciR9qI0aY6k/s72-c/319_i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-3917805433120902724</id><published>2007-04-06T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:42:22.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita Iglesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Neighbor sounds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the Visita Iglesia thing today. It was kinda tiring; I tried to wake up at seven but I woke up at eight instead, and we stayed out until two in the afternoon or so. In our travels, we made the horrible mistake of passing by Quiapo Church while on our way to Intramuros. Traffic much? We got stuck there for an hour. Ate lunch at McDo near Mall of Asia, then did the Stations of the Cross at the church next to Claret. I used a good number of candles to pray that I get into Ateneo. I also hope that the whole transcript mess clears up too. And to make up for my McDo lunch, I ate corn for dinner. Mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-3917805433120902724?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3917805433120902724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=3917805433120902724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/3917805433120902724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/3917805433120902724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/visita-iglesia.html' title='Visita Iglesia'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-8757395104323831184</id><published>2007-04-05T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T02:54:23.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: AC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly 2 weeks since my summer has started, and I haven't blogged anything about it. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming with my blockmates the Saturday after our exams at Club Manila East, and we had lots of fun. I got to try out the underwater camera that my uncle gave me when he was visiting. The camera is kinda old, and the battery runs out uber fast, but the shots we were able to get made up for the inconvenience. &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-G9VkzQUkdaISj18WRMh6L3vzhfLmObTNjxI-?cq=1" target="blank"&gt;Coco&lt;/a&gt; and I slept over at Anj's house after that. We actually had this mini-misadventure when we commuted from Anj's house to the place where Coco's mum works, the Union Bank building in Ortigas. XD Renovated office rooms are love. Then last week I met up with &lt;a href="http://gelabo.livejournal.com/" target="blank"&gt;Gela&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yuugen-mugen.livejournal.com/" target="blank"&gt;Cai&lt;/a&gt; to go to Eastwood (where I got something for Ginnow. Shhhh. :3~), then later on in the week Gela, Cai and &lt;a href="http://hitaka.livejournal.com/" target="blank"&gt;Racine&lt;/a&gt; to go to Greenhills (plus &lt;a href="http://brndnboyd.livejournal.com/" target="blank"&gt;Maku&lt;/a&gt; and his friend Francis.) On the 31st, Mum and Dad celebrated their wedding anniversary, so we went out to Chili's for lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon in Shang. Got to buy a shirt in Zara (expensive lol X3) and Mum bought me a full set of the Staedtler Triplus Fineliner markers. We were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go to this spa place (Water Ace? Dunno lol) but we got all lazy and decided not to. On the way home, the Gela, Cai and &lt;a href="http://saekomizuku.livejournal.com/" target="blank"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt; crashed to later sleep over at the house. They bought my parents a chocolate cake, which so far I've eaten 25% of. XD I had fun, despite the circumstances. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I really love my girls.&lt;/span&gt; :) I still have all the doodles they made on my mirror. (White board markers ftw) On the third, I went to school to get my clearance form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat is unbelievable. When I'm in my room or when I'm downstairs it's not so bad, since I have an AC in my room and it's generally cooler downstairs, but when I head into the study room to check on mum's PC, I can seriously feel the heat wash over me. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken it upon myself to be somewhat productive, and knowing me, I'm making sure that I start small. I've finally gotten around to decorating the vanity mirror I have. Before the wood frame was just.. well, wood. Plain wood with dirty pencil marks and stuff. But now it's silver! :D I've bought beads and gold glue, and I'm currently in the process of decorating it. I'm also thinking of renovating my DA account, by deleting everything on nayomi-chan and transferring to a new ID. Fresh start, hopefully. I honestly think I need a creative jump start. Other projects I hope to get done are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; cleaning out my closet&lt;br /&gt;    -by cleaning my closet, I mean getting rid of my old clothes. I've shirts in my closet that are nearly 4 years old. @___@ Yes, this is an indirect way of saying that I need new clothes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; cleaning the space under my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; read at least 5 books of my 'collection'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; decorate the wall above my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final grades have been released, and I've got mixed emotions on mine. While I'm proud of the fact that my lowest grade is a 2.25, I feel that I should have gotten higher marks for certain subjects. =/ Math is one; I can honestly say that I did loads better for finals compared to prelims, but surprisingly my grade went lower. What's disturbing is the fact that nearly everyone in our class got lower grades in Math; our professor is someone we found out to be someone who takes things personally, so given the circumstance that she's had some run-ins with a number of our classmates, it's possible that she's taken it out on our grades. ~_~ For Philosophy, we did a computation of our grades, and even if I was to get a barely passing grade on our final exam, my final grade was going to be a 94. But my professor told me on the last day of our exams that I got a high score on my paper, so my grade should be even higher than that. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But I got a 2&lt;/span&gt;. On the other hand, I'm amazed at the fact that I got a 2 in Rizal Course. I can't write in Filipino for shiznit, srsly. And I got a flat one in Handball. =p I'm happy, but disappointed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher grades than expected = Win&lt;br /&gt;Lower grades than felt deserved = Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously planning on talking with my professors about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, our vacation to the states has been finalized, and we're leaving for Hawaii on the 17th this March, which is ironically the day that Gela comes back from New Jersey, or where ever she is. XD We'll be spending about a week in Hawaii, then we're flying to Vegas with Auntie Monette, Uncle Edwin and Winette for a few days, then it's back to Hawaii. Just a few days short of three weeks. I'm excited! :D We didn't get to travel last year, so I feel like I'm making up for it. I actually have a lot to do when I get there, like register for voting, and... other important things I can't remember right now. I'm also planning on buying lots of stuff; the Navy Exchange usually sells gadgets for cheaper prices (military perk XD) and I might be able to get my hands on some cool stuff. :p I'm hoping that Uncle or Auntie will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;graciously &lt;/span&gt;sponsor, or at least help in my efforts to get a DSLR. XD *swoons* That would absolutely win, I swear. One of the things I want to do when we get there is to go to a flea market of some sort. Flea markets are so different from tiangges here. I want to find cheap, authentic vintage knick-knacks, photos, paraphernalia and other things. *swoons again* XD Of course, I'd try to get stuff for everyone. :) I really hope it pushes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginno and I haven't been on the best of terms for a while, and it was getting me down. It was one of the main reasons why I wasn't blogging. It gets tiring and is extremely draining; constantly arguing over things. There were times when I thought that I was about to give up on everything, that I couldn't take it anymore. (Drama!) But after thinking about it, no matter how tired or drained or hopeless it seemed at the time, I knew I wouldn't. I'm not trying to brag about being 'strong' or whatever, because I'm not that strong, and that isn't what this is about. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I really really love him&lt;/span&gt;, and I don't want to give up. And I know he loves me too, even if we fight. It's made me realize how much I love him, these hardships. I always keep to heart what Coco told me a long time ago; the first year is always the hardest. I don't know if this is true for every couple, but I understand that things aren't ever going to be perfect. Still I'll be doing everything I can to get things as close as possible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for sleep. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-8757395104323831184?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8757395104323831184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=8757395104323831184&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8757395104323831184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8757395104323831184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-so-far.html' title='Summer So Far'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-3210986703650915534</id><published>2007-03-21T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:04:22.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I'm free...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT'S SUMMER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-3210986703650915534?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3210986703650915534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=3210986703650915534&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/3210986703650915534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/3210986703650915534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-that-im-free.html' title='Now that I&apos;m free...'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-1564156303037767763</id><published>2007-03-19T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:15:39.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Last Straw ~ Jack's Mannequin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky: Bio and RC were fairly easy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: Philosophy of Man and Philippine History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to read. Internet is being a biatch. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-1564156303037767763?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1564156303037767763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=1564156303037767763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/1564156303037767763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/1564156303037767763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/03/second-day.html' title='Second Day'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-6524423382921221749</id><published>2007-03-18T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:10:02.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Carried on Rippling Waves ~ Suikoden II OST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of my Finals. I'm currently taking a break from studying for my Rizal Course class and Biology.  After Wednesday, I'll be freeeeeee. *dances* Already took my final exams for Oral Comm and Socio last week; I'm happy to say I was able to bag myself a final exam grade of 96 for Oral Comm, though I rambled through it. (T'was a mock job interview; I was applying as a Travel Show Host.) I've no idea what my grade for Socio is, since our final exam was a paper with two essay questions on it. o: I think I did fairly well, but I don't know where else she'll be getting our grades from. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the summer might not push through, though the tentative date is April 9 for our trip to Hawaii, then Las Vegas. I don't know if we have plane tickets reserved. o: I hope our transcripts will be available before we leave though, so I can submit my transfer application for the Ateneo before April 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-6524423382921221749?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6524423382921221749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=6524423382921221749&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6524423382921221749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6524423382921221749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-6806476786293718578</id><published>2007-03-14T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:34:26.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: A Perfect Circle ~ Weak and Powerless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I should be sleeping, but as it turns out I have a lot of things to do, all of which I'm stalling on by typing up this entry. Today (well, yesterday) was sad. =/ It started last night; I told Ginno how Sumo (our dog) had bitten Tiger (our cat), and how Tiger had this large open wound on her leg, and mum and dad didn't want to take her to the vet because she's not really 'ours'. Then Ginno told me about how Hiro, his best friend, was leaving for Japan in a few days for good. After that I just got all sad. =/ We're not close or anything (we just met last Saturday) but I still feel bad about it. I hate goodbyes like that, and the idea of having to leave everything behind so suddenly. Maybe it's the idea of someone leaving.. or the fact that I won't have the chance to get to know Hiro at all.. The urge to cry over it is so strong, even though we're not close at all! I'm so weird.. I'm so weird. And I'm still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly missed my final exam for PE this morning. I TOTALLY forgot that I had PE. Luckily I was still able to take the exam, even though I got to school late. The rest of the day was bogged down by the thought of Hiro leaving. =/ Gaah. Rob even called to check if I was ok, which I told him I would be. I lightened up a bit while eating with some blockmates; we made silly jokes about being members of our respective Mafias and stuff. Ginno called during my Socio class and we talked about Hiro's leaving for a while.. I continued to text him throughout the day. I ended up drawing green stars all over my right ankle while texting him during my Philippine History class. X3 I once drew wings on both of my ankles because I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/Rfb68diATBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AecZqCKQTU8/s1600-h/green+ankle!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/Rfb68diATBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AecZqCKQTU8/s200/green+ankle!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041492749514198034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little towards my toes are hearts. I stopped after eight because I decided that stars would look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some stuff to do; I've to make a summary of a report I made in Socio, prepare an outline for a mock job interview for English (which is my final exam for English) and ready some clothes for the mock job interview (must be business attire). I'm horrible at picking out clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wag ka nalang umalis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-6806476786293718578?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6806476786293718578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=6806476786293718578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6806476786293718578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6806476786293718578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/03/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/Rfb68diATBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AecZqCKQTU8/s72-c/green+ankle!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-7638845157390645071</id><published>2007-03-11T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T08:22:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPARTAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Clear the Area ~ Imogen Heap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday and Saturday = &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went out with the girls to celebrate &lt;a href="http://yuugen-mugen.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Cai&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday. We went to the Turf (aka Eastwood), sang to our hearts content in PowerStation, ate dinner at Teriyaki Boy, laughed a lot (maybe a bit too much? Nah.), contemplated on makeup with &lt;a href="http://gelabo.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Gela&lt;/a&gt;, bought nail polish and had loads of fun at the Alien Exhibit. I want to use the new nail polish I got. Yay for Banana Yellow, Hot Pink and Orange. XD The pics are on my &lt;a href="http://spacepiratesolstice.multiply.com" target="blank"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to Ginno's bowling parteh. X3 It was also our 10th monthsary! :3 I got to his house at around 3pm, then we made our way to Palm's Country Club, which I think is somewhere in Muntinlupa? I don't know. XD I got to meet some of Ginno's friends. I finally got to meet Kim! Although it was kind of awkward at first. I said it was like one of those drama shows wherein the mother is too overwhelmed to say anything. XD She also gave me this cute green bracelet which she made herself. *love* We went to the lanes and started bowling, then more of his friends showed up. All in all we were ten; Kim, Pong, Ryu, Hiro, Miggy, Zarah, Angela and Namae, plus me and Ginno. It was actually really fun! I haven't gone bowling in the longest time, but I managed to get the second highest score. (Which was still pretty low according to regular standards) XD Ginno's mum assigned me as photographer, and she gave me her camera. I've to wait for Ginno to send them to me. :p My thumb started to hurt after a while (we were bowling for nearly.. 3 hours), so I sat the rest of the bowling time out. We ate pizza, then we went off to Festival Mall to watch 300. OMG 300 was great! And it was the first movie I watched with Ginno. Evar. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think it's cool that 300 was the first movie I've watched with Ginno.&lt;/span&gt; XD 300 = the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, well, we waited for the others to get picked up (It was like.. 10pm by then already) and we made jokes about who were Spartans and who weren't. Haha. Fun. :) Then we headed back to Ginno's house, where dad was waiting for me. Saturday was the win, I swear. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-7638845157390645071?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7638845157390645071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=7638845157390645071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/7638845157390645071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/7638845157390645071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/03/spartaaaaaaaaa.html' title='SPARTAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-2922655729917713893</id><published>2007-03-09T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:36:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone should be sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: PC Fan (I should get a quieter one..)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict that I'll have a hard time waking up later. I also doubt I'll finish &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; by later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March.. please don't let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-2922655729917713893?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2922655729917713893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=2922655729917713893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2922655729917713893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2922655729917713893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/03/someone-should-be-sleeping.html' title='Someone should be sleeping'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-8788120520263178147</id><published>2007-03-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:28:30.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: PC Hum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my snugglebunny Ginno (my gwapo BF, according to my tagboard over thar XD) and to Cai! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Happy 18th Birthday to Gretchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-8788120520263178147?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8788120520263178147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=8788120520263178147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8788120520263178147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8788120520263178147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/03/listening-to-happy-birthday-to-my.html' title='Candle Cakes'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-8995806232605710803</id><published>2007-03-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:20:11.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find Vione. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-8995806232605710803?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8995806232605710803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=8995806232605710803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8995806232605710803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/8995806232605710803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/03/panic.html' title='Panic'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-6423418762968369992</id><published>2007-02-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:07:55.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really bad at asking for help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Under my Umbrella ~ Incubus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February has ultimately been a bad month for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, please please &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;please &lt;/span&gt;let March be a better month. Please? 28 days of crap is too much even for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you don't want to read my emo post or rants then I suggest you go to a happier place or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wreck. I haven't been doing anything right for the past few days. I just want to crawl into a corner of my room and just sit there by myself until everything passes. The little bits of sanity that I have are steadily being lost to all the mood swings. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everything &lt;/span&gt;just adds to everything that's going &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. One moment things are fine, the next I'm pulling my hair out of frustration, screaming in my head and crying in bed. It's so erratic it's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressing myself over things which I have no control, and things that I do have control over but don't do anything about. It's so depressing when.. you think you're this kind of person.. a person who'd stand up for herself, a person who'll fight when she has to, a person who won't let herself be stepped on, a person who can say no, a person who isn't a push over.. then when a situation comes along, you find out that you're completely different from what you thought you were. It's so disappointing. You wonder where all your resolve has gone, just as the last bit of your self-esteem has completely left your body. And I worry for those around me. I stress over the decisions that only they can make. It scares me so much; the possibilities and the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamt that I was driving in an old, rickety maroon colored car down Commonwealth Avenue. The edges of the car were rusting, and it had no AC. So I was driving it with the windows down. I drove into an abandoned gas station, which was overlooking a large field. The sun was setting, and everything looked gold. For some reason, water was leaking from the roof of the gas station, and it dropped onto the hood of the car I was in, creating a steady beat. The next thing I knew, I was breaking into a library with a small group, sneaking into some sort of cult ritual taking place inside the library. I scaled one of the bookshelves (which enclosed the ritual taking place), and saw some sort of bonfire. The people in the group who were with me called me to come down, because books were falling and I was catching attention. The 'guards' of the cult saw me, and were coming towards the bookshelf. I started throwing books at them. I think I fell at one point, because I was suddenly inside the enclosure. Then I seriously started beating the crap out of everyone. It was like I suddenly had hero strength and I was disposing of all the nameless minions. I remember ripping out face piercings and punching people while I had rings on. They were all ganging up on me, and I was mercilessly clobbering them one by one, piling them into bloody heaps. I remember facing one guy who was crying, begging me not to hurt him. I punched him in the face as hard as I could. Then, I was in a hospital with my mom. We were there to get a checkup of some sort. It was work related. I was ushered into a 'room' with a curtain 'door'. I was forced to lie down on a examination bed. A woman came in, with a device in her hand. Apparently, she was an OB. She and the nurse started to force my legs apart. My mom was there, and she kept on telling me to do as the doctor told me to do. I fought. Then more and more people started coming into the room, and they started helping. The doctor started to bend down with the device in her hand, with all the people still there. I screamed and I yelled and I cried; I kicked and I lashed out and they held me down. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just turn myself off for a while.. hibernate or something.. that'd be nice. Usually I can take care of myself; I really can. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But this month has just been too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-6423418762968369992?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6423418762968369992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=6423418762968369992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6423418762968369992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6423418762968369992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-really-bad-at-asking-for-help.html' title='I&apos;m really bad at asking for help.'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-3729949445894811136</id><published>2007-02-19T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:57:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She licked the froth from the stirring spoon of her now cold hot chocolate. Why was she still online? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt; She still had a paper to write on global warming. Stupid people. She closed her eyes and prayed that the world would suddenly implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;…Nope, not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt; She sighed, and turned in her swivel chair, pulling her planner from her bag on the floor behind her. With a thud, her planner sprawled out in front of her, and she carefully flipped through the pages. Monday, February 19, 2007. Her back hurt. She stared at her monitor. She knew she wasn’t going to get anything done. Her gaze fell onto the LCD of her cellphone, which lay idly on her desk. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9:48pm&lt;/span&gt; flashed on the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-3729949445894811136?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3729949445894811136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=3729949445894811136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/3729949445894811136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/3729949445894811136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-licked-froth-from-stirring-spoon-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-7237930156556506004</id><published>2007-02-18T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:12:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: The Postal Service ~ The District Sleeps Alone Tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home, yet no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you ride in a car with Maku driving, you should brace yourself. As an avid fan of Initial D (the anime and racing game), Maku is one of those guys who likes to rev up his engine while driving his car, resulting in sudden bursts of speed. The car creaks as it lurches forward and leans from side to side. We sped down Katipunan. It was like one of those scenes in those stereotypical teen flicks, where they swerve through traffic at speeds they shouldn't be driving at. The first few times I rode with Maku, I silently held onto the chair for dear life. This time, however, I just leaned back as the wind whirred through the half open window of the back seat, my hair whipping against my face as we blurred down the road towards UP. I don't know what it is about driving fast that seems to make all your worries go away. I guess it's like driving away from it all, or driving fast enough so that we somehow leave them behind. Or maybe it's just the wind rushing through the windows, combing through our hair, brushing against our skin, that somehow comforts us. Ironically, it's this comfort that usually ends up in some sort of tragic accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is proving to be one of those tiring months. Nothing eventful has really been happening, though. I guess it's just a mixture of the daily grind getting to me again and my personal dissatisfaction. Everyday is just like every other day, and sometimes school can be one of the loneliest places. Home should be the place where I get to do the things I enjoy and get some rest, but more often than not, I cram homework and fall asleep without actually getting any decent rest in the end. Mum wants to kick me out of the house because I'm such a log. I've to be more independent. I've to start driving (for real) and doing things like exercising. I'm still so young, but my life seems so mediocre. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can mediocrity be tiring?&lt;/span&gt; I don't get to do anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the results from the x-ray I had a few weeks back. I've Spondylosis, a back condition. It's not that serious, but I frequently experience back pains, and I'm restricted from activities that put direct strain on my back. Spondylosis is something you get when you're old though. I'm only 18. This has somehow shattered the false idea of my health that I've had for the longest time.  I rarely get sick, and I'm fairly athletic (or used to be, at least) so I always thought that I must be healthy. Recent trips to the doctor have shed light on the truths of my health, and I'm not as healthy as I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day, like last year, seemed like any other day, except for the sudden abundance of flower vendors. I really didn't expect anything to happen, since it'd be nearly impossible. One of the cashiers at Wendy's gave me a heart balloon though, even though my purchase wasn't enough to get one for free. I don't know where that balloon is now. I didn't mind all the girls walking around with bouquets in hand, but I guess I could say that I was a bit jealous. Haha! Insert shallowness here plz. Honestly, though I don't need flowers, it would have felt nice to receive one. I got a card from Ryan the day after Valentine's though. It was just a small card, but it came with pictures of signs with our names on them. I plan on writing him back one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Gela today. I don't know what possessed me, but I dressed up. We met up with Racine, and went to Eastwood to watch Music and Lyrics with Convi. Ate at McDo, then went to the cinemas to buy tickets. The screening we were hoping to catch was sold out though, so as soon as Maku came, we decided to go to the UP fair instead. We ate at Pancake house before going though, because Maku was starving. Walked to Maku's car, and sped down Katipunan to UP. Bummed around while listening to Brownman Revival. Joked multiple times about getting stabbed for no reason (mainly because I know nothing about UP). Then moved back to the car while Maku and Racine slept. I lied down at the back seat while Convi and Gela were outside. Nearly was eaten by mosquitoes. Convi kept on trying to steal my boots, and in turn I kicked him and got his jacket dirty. Eventually, Gela's ride came and we went home. Though not that much happened, it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I've no idea what the family plans. I've to go to Pasig though, to attend the baptism of a close friend's son (Jab, to be exact). I don't know how I'm going to get there yet. Or what I should wear, or anything. I hope all goes well though. I promised that I'd go waaay back, and I wouldn't want to break that promise now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-7237930156556506004?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7237930156556506004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=7237930156556506004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/7237930156556506004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/7237930156556506004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/02/listening-to-postal-service-district.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-6644688536005057723</id><published>2007-02-08T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T02:35:42.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handball! D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Vienna Teng ~ Drought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I post like an emo kid? :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning, I seriously couldn't get out of bed. *groan* I was just sooo groggy. The day before had been my PE day, and my PE class wasn't exactly friendly . XD Because we missed all our PE classes for January, we were forced to start our 'championship' games among the teams of our class. We were the last game for the day, and I was given the task of goalkeeper. Did I tell you my PE is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handball"&gt;Handball&lt;/a&gt;? So. XD I endured getting miniature volleyballs thrown at me. It was ok at first; since most of my classmates are girls, they don't throw that hard. Or so I thought. XD I've a few bruises now. They exploited my height though, so the team we were playing against was able to score. Finally we were at a tie, and our professor announced that the next goal would determine the winner. Well, one of them threw the ball at me, and I turned to block it. It bounced off the goal post, however, and I ended up getting smacked in the face. x_x;; Actually, my first concern was my glasses, because before I fell to the floor, I saw them fall, and I was scared that they broke. Which would break my heart because I absolutely love my orange glasses. Luckily they didn't, and as they helped me up I kept on laughing with Coco. XD It reminded us of all the misadventures we had in our Football class last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this morning, I tried to wake up at 6, but I ended up getting out of bed at like.. 9? Which was reeeeeeeeeeeaally bad because I was supposed to pick up my recommendation form from Sir Pabs at 7-8am. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended a forum on the upcoming elections today from 1-5pm at the TARC, with Benjamin Abalos as guest speaker. Well. I didn't like it that much. XD He spoke mostly of the controversies that surrounded the COMELEC, and instead of sounding like he was speaking to enlighten us, it sounded more like he was speaking to outright defend himself. I don't like Politics in general, but I know I can't avoid it. I would have skipped it (and gone to Shang with Gela and Cai!) but I've to submit a reaction paper on it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the promo ended, I was able to get my hands on a Starbucks planner! &lt;3 (Which is funny, considering that I don't even drink coffee) I was actually really worried that I wouldn't get enough stickers; three days before the end date of the promo, I still had to fill up 5 stickers for the specialty drinks. And I don't drink coffee. So I was pretty close to accepting defeat, until some of my friends pitched in and gave me their receipts and willingly drank coffee for me. XD (Thank you Mike, Mai, Ate Ria, Chase, Dee, Uncle Aldo :D) Now I've been more or less obsessed with filling it up (as what happens with most new planner owners). There are pages for December and January that I wasn't able to use though, so now I'm just filling it up with all sorts of stuff. Drawings and doodles and random thoughts and stickers and stuff. It's the scrapbook maker in me coming out. XD I hope I can stick it out to the end of the year, so when I use it all up I can flip through the pages and laugh my heart out. :p I'll take pictures when it starts to fill itself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flame has finally come out! And guess what's on the back~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/RcoXCRRRTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RqBB714F9A4/s1600-h/P1016123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/RcoXCRRRTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RqBB714F9A4/s200/P1016123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028857261675597458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, boys and girls. My artwork. *proud* Haha! Not a lot of people know that I was the one that made it, but that's ok; I've been hearing a lot of comments about it so I still feel really good about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I bought myself another pair of Chucks. *spoiled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/RcoXnRRRTqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sFkZEn4PFRs/s1600-h/P1016144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/RcoXnRRRTqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sFkZEn4PFRs/s200/P1016144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028857897330757282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually the first pair of shoes that I've bought with my own money. Well, mom paid for it, but I'm supposed to pay her back. I don't actively shop anymore (because I don't go out D: ) so I thought hey, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginno wants to buy me a pet rabbit. X3 I honestly don't know if I can take care of one, but I'm open to the idea. :D I'm trying to find out more about how rabbits are as pets, so I can decide from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Random thought&lt;/span&gt;: It's ironic that I'm part of a grammar Nazi LJ community when I'm horrible at spelling. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of moving over to LJ. So I can comment whore. XD Yay or nay? Nay? Nay? Hr. I love Blogger so much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAH. I FOUND YOU GING!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3 For those of you who don't know, Ging is one of my blockmates who I aaaaaaabsolutely love hugging every morning. :D We just hug until we both run out of energy from hugging. XD Anyway, she read my post that I was stalking people on LJ, and she challenged me to find her. &gt;:3 Of course I was like 'Hah, you challenge me, the girl who once had the patience, determination and sense of having-nothing-better-to-do to find the Friendster account of her crush while only knowing his first name?!' Well Gingy. I found you~ :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-6644688536005057723?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6644688536005057723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=6644688536005057723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6644688536005057723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6644688536005057723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/02/handball-d.html' title='Handball! D:'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S9PFTpir-Uc/RcoXCRRRTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RqBB714F9A4/s72-c/P1016123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-3396712228033884878</id><published>2007-02-01T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T05:41:10.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Incubus ~ Dig&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 3:30 in the morning and.. I'm still up. Given that I've been tired for the past few &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;, (yes, months) I find this pretty surprising. And guess what I'm doing? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm stalking people.&lt;/span&gt; Be it LiveJournal, Friendster (not so much now that I'm not on that anonymous viewing option), Multiply or DeviantArt. Mostly LiveJournal though, since I can stalk there without leaving evidence of my stalk-age. You'd think that somehow, I'd be content with all the things that are happening in my life to not concern myself with what's happening in the lives of the brother of my online friend or the female friend of a former friend or someone I thought was somewhat interesting in a community, but no! I read, and I stalk, and I click and click and click. I wonder if I'm just genuinely curious, or if I'm just chismosa. Actually, nix that. I have to be genuinely curious. I'm too clueless to be chismosa. Or I'm something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So much for my resolution to update my blog every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the ACET two weeks ago. I was actually supposed to meet up with a guildmate there before the exam itself, but we never got to coordinate, so I had no idea who to look for. The ACET itself was ok; I think I did a much better job than when I took the ACET two years ago. Which is a good thing, considering I was Waitlisted then. Unlike last time, I was able to answer everything. Even if I shotgunned Math. Math will always be a bitch in my book. I'm more or less confident about the rest of the exam though. :) Still, I've to wait until the second week of Feb for the results, and I can't be too sure about anything until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ACET was my exams. I didn't do much except for bum around and study. Well, I don't think I did much because I can't remember anything from then. x3 I'm so forgetful, not that I don't blog as often as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I got sick at school after eating at ChowKing. I'm never eating at ChowKing Dapitan again. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It was a very unpleasant experience&lt;/span&gt;. Vomitting is.. blargh. It's a good thing Coco convinced me to go home; I was thinking of attending the rest of my classes because Thursday is one of my busiest days, with classes from 1pm to 7pm with no break. But once I got home, I found out the class was dismissed early, and everyone went home without doing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I skipped classes because I went to the hospital for a check up. The Medical Technician there had a hard time extracting blood from my arm, and ended up fishing around my with the needle for my vein. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;. Grawlekfjlaskjdf. He finally called the doctor, and she tried to get blood from my wrist. She didn't get much, though. Apparently, my veins have shrunken in size since the last time I was there. Which was when I had that little 'accident' with the Amoxicillin. ~_~ Later in the evening though, I went out to Eastwood with Gela, Cai, and Racine. It was a last minute thing, so Gretchen and Kari weren't able to come with. :( Well, most of the time when we have last minute gimmicks, it's us four who're usually the ones allowed to go out. Often my parents don't even ask where I'm going, just as long as I have transpo. XD Which has led to me feeling like a transpo leech because someone always has to take me home. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been getting sick, with colds, headaches, loss of appetite and general fatigue. I honestly think its partially caused by the schedule I have at school. A lot of times I'm forced to skip lunch or eat late lunch because my classes are all one after the other, with no break in between. This has led to me either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) skipping lunch&lt;br /&gt;2) skipping dinner because I ate late lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to skip meals every once in a while, but since it's became more and more frequent, my body is finally starting to reel from the consequences. I actually skipped dinner last night, and right now my tummy is complaining. I know a lot of people are going to hit me now for skipping dinner. x_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think it's also affected by how I've been feeling emotionally. Well, things haven't been carefree for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I found out that my uncle Dondon was dying. The first time I met uncle Dondon was when his wife died, and my dad, being a close friend of his, brought us to the wake. That was the first time I met him. Since then, he's been a reoccurring character in our lives, often taking us out for dinner, always being at the parties we go to, showing up at the house for house dinners. He was even at my debut. I've sooo many uncles, but he's one of the uncle's whose name I actually know.  Recently, he was diagnosed with having tumors growing in his liver, and some other stuff which I'm not sure of. What I did understand was that he had pretty much less than a year to live. It's just so sad that he's dying. I mean, sure, he's lived his life, had a family, become a judge, but even so, even if you're already old, it doesn't mean that you've less right to live. No one's told him, actually. But we all know he's not dumb. There are other issues that have also laid a heavy burden on my shoulders, but I'd rather not discuss them here. At one point, I just crawled up on the floor and started crying. Well, the futon was laid out, so it wasn't that bad. I cried for a good, long while. It actually felt a bit good, releasing all that pent up negative energy. I wish I could cry in a positive way more often. If that's possible. The other recent times I've cried were because of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fear of crowds and hormonal imbalance and&lt;br /&gt;2) embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wish I would 'feel' more; more intensely, more passionately maybe, so that my negative emotions like anger and sadness and other more complex emotions would freely flow out of me instead of getting stuck somewhere on the way out, or instead of me locking it up somewhere. On the contrary, all my positive emotions flow out so fast that they're like fleeting moments. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's so weird&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, I feel emotionally everywhere, cut up into little pieces and scattered around the ground for the pigeons and the birds and given to people, and everyday is a decision of whether to be with people because they can somehow complete me, or I withdraw because I feel incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's suddenly change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually thought if my life was an insanely more complex version of The Sims. What if my life was being 'played' by a higher being; not necessarily God, but still possibly God, and I had this neon green diamond like thing floating above my head that only that being could see. But the commands were so complex and intricate, that only a higher being like he would be able to control, and we, as characters in this 'game', would know nothing about our simulated reality, which would be simulated for him but real for us. Are we really free? Or are we created with preset ambitions and characteristics; our actions controlled without our knowledge? Strange and somewhat out of character. You can blame this sudden line of thought on the movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waking_Life"&gt;Waking Life&lt;/a&gt;. Despite the fact that I'm currently doing horribly in Philosophy and I usually don't understand most of it, I still find it infinitely interesting. That is, when I do understand it. The movie tackled so many ideas; it was like a film of monologues and dialogs. One idea would be explained by one character, then the camera would pan, and set on another set of characters, discussing a completely different topic. Lucid dreams, reality, free will, theory and action, holy moments, and shared consciousness were a few terms. Now I want to find a DVD or a VCD of the movie so I can watch it again at my own pace and understand it. Is it possible that we're all living in an interconnected dream, each of us at a different layer of reality, based on the perception of each person? Given that the mind is an infinite source... anything is possible. I could be dead, and I'm 'living' in a repeating dream. At least one thing is certain; I exist. Well, I think. But I must exist then, because if I think, I exist; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama. Sometimes I'm surprised at all the drama that happens right under my nose in our classroom. If I hadn't talked with Coco and Anj today, I would have remained clueless about a lot of issues that are slowly tearing our 'barkada' apart. That is, if we're still a barkada. Ignorance really is bliss; not knowing something's wrong and thinking that everything is ok. Then again, it can easily lead to one's own demise. Honestly though, I think what's happening is stupid. It's like.. a soap opera! Not like I watch them, but hey, they all follow a general theme. I know I can't avoid being involved, since I'm directly connected to those involved in the first place, but I don't want to meddle in things that I don't have any say. If things continue to go downhill from here, then I'll butt in. And I won't take any BS from anyone. Coco told me that the reason that I don't have any direct issues with anyone is because most people are afraid/intimidated by me. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 5:30. Time to dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-3396712228033884878?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3396712228033884878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=3396712228033884878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/3396712228033884878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/3396712228033884878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/02/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance is bliss'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-6096026122612442190</id><published>2007-01-06T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T03:59:48.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for random topics and lots of paragraphs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Sleeping Beauty ~ A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I wonder if people still read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit has happened since I last posted a few weeks back, both good and bad. But I'm kinda lazy to go over it all. I spent Christmas with my family, and honestly, it was kinda lonely. Which was remedied when my cousins and other relatives came from Bicol, Hawaii and Davao. The house was nice and noisy. I went with my cousins to Mall of Asia and Enchanted Kingdom, and had a nice time. We all spent New Year together at my uncle's house, and though we didn't have fireworks of our own, it was fun watching the fireworks that were constantly lighting up the sky around us. Our parents even had us jumping on trampolines to grab money from trees. (Long, weird story. XD) Shortly after that though, they all left. Even my brother did; he went with my cousin Bicol, and now I'm all alone here in the house. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see Ginno right before school started again; he stayed at the house for a pretty long time. XD T'was nice. :) Speaking of Ginno, in a few days it'll be the tenth of the month. Lately we've been having a some problems, which is to be expected in any relationship, and I'm glad that in a few days, despite these problems, we'll soon have been together for eight months. Just a few more to go and it'll be a year! Happy happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, my aunt/cousin from Davao, was one of my cousins who came to stay here at the house for the New Year. It was really nice having her around. The last time she was here was a few years ago; she was staying in Manila because she was studying in UP, but that was cut short when she was held up, and she decided to go back to Davao. I was really happy to see her again. Her first stay here was really nice for me, even if she kinda used me as a dumping ground for all her opinions and stuff. XD But she's probably the closest to an 'ate' that I've ever had. I was a bit scared that our relationship would change, especially because of the lack of communication and the time we spent apart and stuff, but luckily it was like old times; I just understood a lot more, since last time I was in high school while she was in college and our circumstances were a lot different back then. I hope we get to see each other again sooner than we expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's left for England. :( It's sad. Well, it's not really sad, but it just reminds me of what I had to do when I moved from Japan and moved here. I had to leave everything that I had already gotten comfortable with for something, somewhere completely new. Back then, I do admit that the only thought I had was the fact that I was leaving; leaving everything that I knew. But now that I've lived here for six years, have met wonderful people, have seen kick-ass sights, and had loads of experiences that I would have never had in Japan, I guess my world has somewhat grown in a way. Back to Ryan, I know that even if technically we're being left behind, we're still a part of him, in the way that we've influenced the person that he is. Holding him back from that wouldn't be right. I'll miss him though. We didn't know each other for long, but Ryan is definitely a friend of mine. I hope he has a great time in England. And a large house too (like the one here!) so we can all crash it one of these days. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACET (Ateneo College Entrance.. Test? XD) is on January 14. AHMAYGHAD. Less than ten days! I really really really need to pass the ACET, if ever I'm to successfully transfer to ADMU. To be honest, I'm a little freaked. Seriously, the ACET last time racked my brain. There's no Science, but I definitely need to brush up on my Math and general knowledge. ABSTRACT REASONING OMG. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make resolutions last year? ...Ok no I didn't. XD I dunno if I will this year either. But I think it'd be interesting to actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;New Years Resolutions for a change. I also have to update my Wish List. Maybe I'll put the whole list on a separate site, but a little of it here. That's what I'll do. I should post a note telling myself to do that somewhere here. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, guess what? I've got a non-pro Driver's License, yo! XD I just got it last month. I can drive! But all I need now is a car.. and practice. We actually have a motorcycle/scooter as well (our contractor is giving it to us to pay off some loans he has), so I can learn how to ride that, too. XD I don't think Mum would let me ride it past Ever though. The scooter looks a bit used, and I don't think she trusts it that much. LOL. Surprisingly enough, mum used to rider a motorcycle when she was my age, and it wasn't a scooter/motorcycle, it was really a motorcycle! But it wasn't hers; it was her boyfriend's. :p Maybe I'll learn how to ride like she used to. That'd be cool. ;) Oh, and another reason to get into ADMU: my parents will get me a car if I make it, supposedly. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that I finally got around to buying myself a new MP3 Player. My old player was an MP10 Digitalway MP3 player. It became my old MP3 player because in second year high school the LCD cracked during our school fair. It actually still works until now... well, sorta. It still plays music and stuff, but I can't hook it up to the PC because the cord is broken or something, and the PC doesn't detect that the player is plugged in. Not only that, but the music manager program was CRAP. Oh yeah, and only half of the LCD is readable. It makes a nice expensive mirror, though. XD Anyway, I managed to save up enough money to buy myself an iPOD Nano, 8G. 11.2k yo. I used up all the money I had saved up since I bought this PC to buy it. It was worth it though; Vione (my iPOD :D) is nice to have around, and she's small enough to bring around nearly everywhere. I just put her in a big bulky box because I don't want her to get scratched or anything. XD Ginno got her a cute orange (ORANGE &lt;3) iPOD sock, with matching orange/yellow kitty to help with earphone slack. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this post is long enough for now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is one of the things I really enjoy doing,  (I talk to myself when I don't let out my thoughts somehow XD) and I hope I don't just stop because I'm lazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my resolutions will be to keep this blog updated, at least once a week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's definitely more to come. Here's to 2007. Cheers. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-6096026122612442190?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6096026122612442190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=6096026122612442190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6096026122612442190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/6096026122612442190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2007/01/prepare-for-random-topics-and-lots-of.html' title='Prepare for random topics and lots of paragraphs!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-789731456824543431</id><published>2006-12-17T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:20:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one will know anything</title><content type='html'>unless you say something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-789731456824543431?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/789731456824543431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=789731456824543431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/789731456824543431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/789731456824543431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-one-will-know-anything.html' title='No one will know anything'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-2748591385611245283</id><published>2006-11-21T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:18:52.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>No need to post about the last week; it was basically hell. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really determined to become a Dean's Lister this semester. I can feel the drive, but I don't see it that much. I hope I can exert more effort into this. Another thing I have to get done is FINALLY reaching level 40 in RF. I've been stuck at lvl 39 since forever. ~_~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had a bad dream last night. It was like two bad dreams, actually. I didn't get any decent sleep because of that. XP First dream, I was in a building, with a few people. Those I recognized were Ags, Cai, Lilia, Maru, and Maku. Weird lineup. We were being chased by a killer. Eventually I got separated from the others, and the killer was going after me. I ran, and the building turned into a huge hospital. When he couldn't find me, or the others, he'd randomly run into rooms, killing the patient there. I ran into a ward with dozens of beds, and I hid there while he passed through. I was trembling. He soon left. I ran out, and ran into another room. He was there, and he had just killed someone else. I backed out of the room, and ran for the flight of stairs. I jumped down the stairs in huge bounds, jumping over the railings. I hurt my legs. I was soon at the ground floor of the building. The door wouldn't open. I slammed my fists against it, my desperation echoing in the stairwell. The though of him suddenly appearing behind me terrified me. Then the door opened. I saw my family. I screamed that there was a killer after me. They looked at me and calmly said that he only killed at night. I looked up, and the sun was out. Suddenly calm, we found a huge elevator at the side fo the building. We rode it up to the top floor. It was raining at the top. I went out with my family, then I turned around, and noticed that there was a passageway on the other side of the elevator. I ran back, and jumped into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second dream. I was in an abandoned car parking complex. I was in a military unit of some sort. Maku was there.  I had a mag of bullets strapped onto my arm. I was holding the hand of a little girl beside me. Suddenly, a hoard of zombies came out. We were quickly overrun. I reached for my gun, but I didn't have one. Maku told me to get the little girl out of there. I ran to the end, and there was the ocean. There was a boat, with women and children on it. I jumped off the ledge (we were on the second floor) and landed in the water. I put her into the boat, then went back up, climbing to the second floor by the wall. Zombies everywhere. They chased me. I ran along the edge, because they were on the bottom floor, waiting for me to fall. I jumped into the water, but the boat was gone. I found a jetski, and rode it away. I found little covered rafts with people on it. They were partying; in bikinis, holding margaritas and stuff. I yelled that there were zombies. They laughed at me. I went back to the building. Suddenly, the water started to drain. The zombies came out after everyone. Chaos. I hid in one of the cubicles. I found a girl there, with a knife. I told her to kill me. She looked stunned. I grabbed the knife and stabbed myself in the chest. I collapsed against the bamboo wall. My hands became cold, and grew stiff. I couldn't move. I became dizzy. Breathing became hard. "So this is what it's like to die." I closed my eyes. I awoke in a London-like alleyway. The road was of cobblestone, and the walls were made of brick. It was raining, and everything was grey. In front of me, two men were declogging a sewage drain. I watched. Then a flash of flesh. A woman's torso floated to the top of the murky water. The men continued ramming it down, as if it were trash. Then it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/winged/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-2748591385611245283?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2748591385611245283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=2748591385611245283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2748591385611245283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/2748591385611245283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/11/moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-7236967251336632123</id><published>2006-11-15T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:17:15.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching it Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: A Perfect Circle ~ A Stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to blog decently for a long while now. I never got to post about my trip to Boracay, nor my new glasses. I didn't get to post about my sem break, or the things I've been going through lately.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A quick rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got new frames.&lt;br /&gt;-I went to Bora.&lt;br /&gt;-I've 3 pairs of flats.&lt;br /&gt;-Mum's PC went *boom*&lt;br /&gt;-Mum bought a new PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, the Bora thing is the most eventful. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bora from the 31st til the 2nd. It was really nice, even if it was a relatively short vacation of sorts. I took 550+ shots in 3 days. No, I won't post them all, but I'll post a select few like what I did for my Cebu trip. But I'll save that for later. I've to blog about other stuff first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got myself a new pair of frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/PA314750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/PA314750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't planned it all; we just went to Ideal Vision in Ever to get mom's glasses fixed, and she asked me if I wanted new frames. At first I eyed a pair of pink ones, but once I saw the orange frames.. XD So she got them for me. o: The recent thing for orange I've had lately is a result of wanting an orange lightsabre. XD Which led to me wanting to watch the whole Star Wars series, and the obsession for orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from Bora, Mum's PC wouldn't turn on. It was really annoying, because mum was trying to threaten us by saying that we wouldn't be able to use the net unless we fixed her PC. The thing was, her PC at the time had broken down in the same fashion so many times already, so we had deemed it unfixable. Finally mum gave in to the hassles that not having her PC brought, and so she bought a new PC. It was irritating, to say the least; mum had been complaining before that we didn't have a lot of cash and stuff, that buying a new PC would be a waste of money and stuff, then when I got home, I saw a fully beefed up PC in the study room, complete with a 19" flat LCD widescreen monitor. I got internet back with that, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting with my mom for the past three days. I haven't talked to her, nor seen her since Sunday, and honestly I don't want to see/talk to her for a while. For once, I don't want to be understanding; I'm sick of how she always puts me down, and how she always makes me feel like I'm useless. It all started on Sunday. We went to Shangri-la. She bought movie tickets for all of us, but I wasn't going to watch. She got mad at me, and started nagging me that I had to repay her and stuff. I told her she could just get it from my allowance. Kinda annoyed, I said that I needed to go to National Bookstore, so I asked my mom for my allowance so I could buy the stuff I needed for school. When I ask, my mom says that she's not giving me anything, because it's not like I do anything around the house. Short pause. This was the nth time she had told me that during the week. I was pretty angry at this point, but I wanted to explain that I needed the money for school supplies, and books. I really needed the money. Then my brother butts in and says "I thought you needed to go to National Bookstore?" in a 'what-the-hell-are-you-still-doing-here?' tone. Damn it. "Well fine, if you want me gone that bad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ALWAYS how it goes. Mom accuses me of doing nothing to help in the house. I get angry; I do a lot around the house! Then she doesn't give me my allowance. But for Jeth she barely ever does that. He doesn't do squat around the house, but she never tells him off for it. She even refunds everything that he spends for. She reimburses nearly every peso he spends because he's so spoiled. She complains that my brother has a crap attitude; it's because she baby-s him so much! And to help him with is low-esteem, she puts me down to pull him up. I'm really, really sick of it. Why does she have to treat me so differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, school is a pain.. I have to be at school every Saturday from 1-4 starting this Saturday for NSTP. This'll be until late December. It seriously is ruining all my plans and is effectively stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more, actually. But I guess recounting them all would just be too tedious and time consuming at the moment. It might possibly even make me feel worse. I hope today is a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-7236967251336632123?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7236967251336632123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=7236967251336632123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/7236967251336632123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/7236967251336632123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/11/watching-it-crash.html' title='Watching it Crash'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-116315605200138674</id><published>2006-11-10T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy 6 months. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-116315605200138674?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-116298011737595354</id><published>2006-11-08T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:20.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Guess?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day?&lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after an&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-116298011737595354?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/116298011737595354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=116298011737595354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/116298011737595354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/116298011737595354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/11/wonderwall.html' title='Wonderwall'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-116207745619724249</id><published>2006-10-29T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:20.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was smarter than I am. People say I'm smart, but I still do the dumbest things ever. I'm 18, but I'm so irresponsible, so stupid, so careless. And I get other people mixed up in this stupidity of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do now. I feel so bad. I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-116207745619724249?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/116207745619724249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=116207745619724249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/116207745619724249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/116207745619724249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-116183811122296028</id><published>2006-10-26T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy Birthday, Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: My Chemical Romance ~ Ghost of You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad celebrated his 54th birthday two days ago. :D He still acts like a kid at times though, and no one thinks he's 50+ because he looks like he's in his 30's. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, we went to this fancy Japanese restaurant at Diamond Hotel for dinner. It was really nice there. o: They had metal trees with glass leaves there, and it was really beautiful. The biggest tree there had small pin lights on the leaves, and it made it even more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/PA244668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/PA244668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/PA244673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/PA244673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to the CCP to watch the Nagoya Philharmonic Orcestra concert. It was fun people watching while waiting for the concert hall to open; there were all sorts of people there, wearing all sorts of different styles of clothes. Some were in casual clothes, while some were really dressed up. It's a good thing my mom convinced me to wear something nice for the night. The concert itself was spectacular. So many instruments, blending together to make music; it was just great! I fell asleep at some parts (LOL) but I loved every moment I was awake. I remember asking Ginno if he would rather be musically inclined or more inclined to drawing; he told me music. I myself wish I had the talent for music, but I don't think I'll manage to train myself to be good with an instrument, or even with my voice. If ever it is to happen, I don't think it's going to happen any time soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went shopping with my girls. :D Gela, Gretchen, Cai, Racine, Maku and I went to Glorietta to spend our cash. We went everywhere in search of clothes; Maku ended up buying more than we did, though. XD I only spent 50Php on a cellphone keychain. =p Ate dinner at Mexicali, where I was mean as I couldn't stop laughing at one of Maku's pics (Peace~! XD), and where Cai totally fingered my Sour Cream. XD We dropped Cai off at her house afterwards, and the rest of us went to Royale to have Crepes. :D After that, SLEEPOVER! 8D Racine, Gretchen and Gela spent the night at my house. The four of us slept on the floor as we asked each other random questions. We eventually fell asleep as we waited for each other to ask something. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm alone in the house. XD I don't mind, really. I'm pretty used to it. =p I can't wait to get a car though. Sigh. I want to go out with Ginno. X3 His sembreak just started, and I can't wait to see him. I haven't seen him since forever. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have nothing better to do right now. I don't have load for RF, I'm stuck at home, Ginno's still asleep, and I'm too lazy to do anything else, so I'll just watch some anime I DLed. *bum*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-116183811122296028?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/116183811122296028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=116183811122296028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/116183811122296028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/116183811122296028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/10/belated-happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Belated Happy Birthday, Dad!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-116144227001136881</id><published>2006-10-21T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Ivy ~ Edge of the Ocean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;400th post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As of October 10, 2006, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's been 5 months&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one week into the sem break, and the last time I posted was on October 2; where the hell have I been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a little hole called Rising Force Online, and I've been living there for the past week. I should really get some rest. But I'll get back to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on a post during my finals week, but I never got around to posting it. But like a faithful (*cough*) blogger that I am, I wrote the entry in a notebook, so I have it now. I'll post it because it covers some of the things I wasn't able to post about sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Finally, I get to write in my blog. I've just been either insanely busy ore annoyingly depressed to write. Now it's finals week, so it's all going to be over soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed a lot of things. The past weeks have just been hell. Schoolwork just piled up and it was just insane. It's a miracle that I survived it all, really. Just last week I finished 8 hours of swimming, as well as my soccer finals. Add to that papers, projects and reports. In-game matters and personal things as well. Blargh. I'm glad it's almost over. Sembreak plzktnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milenyo blew through two weeks ago, surprising everone with how strong it was. We lost power like everyone else, but got it back after a few hours. I passed the time reading the copy of Neil Gaiman and Yoshitaka Amano's The Sandman: The Dream Hunters that Ginno gave me. :) Many of my friends were stuck without power for a few days until they got it back. We were really lucky, now that I think about it. We were able to get electricity, internet, and cable back on the same day. Lots of billboards fell in those few hours, littering EDSA aside from destroying some buildings and killing one man. Many trees fell. Ironic, really; when faced with typhoons, we usually rejoice since we only expect rain that'll spell no school for students such as myself. Now, they're coordinating emergency drills, and taking down billboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went out with Ginno. We almost didn't get to meet up, but luckily everything worked out and we got to spend the evening together. :3 We went to Shang, and I took Ginno window shopping with me. 8D I only bought a shirt though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went to LU! Live. Ginno would have gone with me, if he knew I was going. I fell asleep on him the night before though, so I wasn't able to tell him. LU Live was fun. :) I got to meet a lot of the people I play RF with. HOL invaded the place. XD We were so many, it was surprising! I got to meet a lot of the forumers too, as well as my friends from the cafe I used to play at. I also got to see Maku, as well as Carlo. At one point I was helping at one of LU's booths (Maku forced me too D: ) and then the people there started fighting. LOL. XD Then when I left, people stopped going too. :)) I waited until NEST, which took forever. It was worth it though, as the fight was intense and Bellato won. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday I went out with Ginno and his mom to watch a play. @_@ I was so nervous. X3 We watched 'The Boor and The Proposal' at Greenbelt 1. The play was ok, but it was pretty short for something that cost 550php per head. @_@ We walked around, ate at Haiku, then bummed at Starbucks. I feel really bad because I was still recovering from my hell week and I was spacing out from time to time. Gah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'd blog better if I had some sort of recording device in my brain. I mean, I think up of pretty good stuff when I'm not in front of the PC, like when I'm washing the dishes, or when I'm on an FX going home. Then when I get to the PC, my trail of thought goes *poof*. I seem to be better at narrating things than describing them. I guess that's why I post more about what happens to me during the day rather than posting about what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I do get mad, I post it on my LJ. Go figure. Lately though, people have been testing my patience. I'd rather not get mad, really; it's so tiring, and most of the time you don't accomplish anything from getting mad. This is only most of the time, though. Still, some people manage to push the right buttons to make even me lose my cool. Last night I lost it while playing RF, after some jerk started throwing insults at some of my guildmates. It's just so frustrating, knowing that you can't do anything to them. I cried really hard. I was so angry, but I couldn't do anything. I know that I should have just ignored him. I made the mistake of not doing so though. I've more patience when people throw mindless insults at me. My patience is a lot shorter when it's directed at people I care for. Last night's outburst still has me tired until now, but the things that person said has turned into a motivation of some sort to prove the arse wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing; I hate it when people judge me for the things that make me happy. I am as open minded as I can be when it comes to other people's happiness, because I know that my sources of happiness aren't the same as most people's. Accidentally offending someone is something I'm familiar with; I have a tendency to talk before thinking, but these are most of the time a slip of the tongue. Yet people like to tell me outright that I'm like this or like that. It's my happiness, why tmake such a big deal out of it? It's not like what I do or what I like or who I like affects you or anyone else in any negative way. Why can't people be more considerate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I should really start getting some rest soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-116144227001136881?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/116144227001136881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=116144227001136881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/116144227001136881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/116144227001136881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-place.html' title='This Place'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115980222031861040</id><published>2006-10-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:19.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Breather</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Saves the Day ~ Nightingale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weeks have been ridiculously depressing (save for Saturday and Sunday), and now I've pretty much reached my limit. I'm so tired. I honestly feel like crying now because I'm just so tired. I hate how school is taking over my life. My room is a total mess and I haven't been able to do anything about it. I haven't even been able to talk to Ginno because I keep on falling asleep while we're texting. I sleep on clothes, bags, and all sorts of other junk. I fall asleep on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem break, sem break, sem break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115980222031861040?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115980222031861040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115980222031861040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115980222031861040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115980222031861040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/10/take-breather.html' title='Take a Breather'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115894980798617428</id><published>2006-09-23T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:19.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115894980798617428?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115894980798617428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115894980798617428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115894980798617428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115894980798617428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/09/listening-to-i-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115867481378519130</id><published>2006-09-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:19.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergy Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Dashboard Confessionals ~ Screaming Infidelities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so.. I kinda disappeared after Saturday. Here’s what happened, so I don’t have to explain to everyone. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I went to the hospital. I was supposed to go out with Ginno, but I got stuck at the hospital longer than expected, so that didn’t push through. The doctor gave me antibiotics for an infection I have, and me, being half stupid, didn’t ask about the name which sounded suspiciously like Amoxicillin, which I’m allergic to. The last time I took Amoxicillin, my feet got swollen. XP I got to Coco Cobana at around… 6 or so. I was the first officer to get there. It started pretty late because the sound system was crappy. Anyway, program, then ate. I took the antibiotic at around 8:30pm-9pm after eating. Went through the rest of the night without a hitch, although I had emotional pangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1am-2am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands start to itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2:30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet start to feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home confirm my feet and hands are swollen. I have a hard time taking a shower and brushing my hair because my feet are so swollen. Walking is a hassle and my hands are killing me. Amazingly enough, I manage to chat with Ginno for a while before going to sleep. X3 Another stupid decision of mine; I decide to sleep without telling my parents the reaction I have. I figure that the same thing is going to happen, which is nothing serious. So I leave a note on the door instead. Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8:30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom knocks on my door to wake me up for breakfast. She reads the note and bursts in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clinic is closed so we decide to wait the day out. My parents decided to drown me in water. I end up sleeping throughout most of the day.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cram my Asian paper. My feet are still swollen and itchy, but I go on cramming anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9:30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skip breakfast as we decide to go to the clinic instead of waiting for Tuesday after I complain that the rashes are getting worse. They start moving up from my hands onto my arms. We bring Coco along, since we don’t think it’ll take that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10:00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the clinic, and they refer me to a pediatrician in Manila Doctor’s Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re still at the hospital, and the doctor hasn’t arrived yet. &gt;_&lt; Coco and I decide to go to school instead. We get to the clinic, and they decide to inject me with Antamine, an anti-allergy shot. Dad sends Coco to school via taxi, and I’m forced to stay at the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11:30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start crying. X3; I’m frustrated with the fact that I’m sick, and that the doctors are all late, and that I’m getting worse. It doesn't help that the doctor keeps on saying that I might die because one of the more serious allergic reactions is the constriction of the airways. The doctor attending to me at the clinic starts to worry that I can’t breathe, but I tell her that I’m just frustrated that this antibiotic allergy thing happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the shot. I eat a bit, then I’m knocked out by the drowsiness side effect. The redness in my arms, hands and feet subside, and dad takes me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the new antibiotic assigned to me, Cephalexyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat dinner, and Dad gives me a pill of Iterax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the new antibiotic again. I take it every eight hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep through the rest of the day.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my third pill of Cephalexyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom tells me to get out of bed to eat breakfast downstairs. I get to the stairs, but once at the top, I lose my breath. My parents decided to bring me to the clinic again after I eat. They take me back to my room and I eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the clinic. Once I get there, Dr. De La Rosa attends to me. They give me an IV with Dextrose to help me flush out the Amoxicillin in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat lunch, and afterwards we go to Manila Doctor’s Hospital. The doctor I’m referred to wants me to be admitted into the hospital. &gt;_&lt; I don’t want to, so I make try to will myself to get better. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clinic, they remove the IV. The two doctors at the clinic aren’t talking with each other, as one suggests I go home instead, while the other insists that I be admitted. ~_~;; The hospitals are full with dengue patients, so fearing the chance of getting dengue, we insist on going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much against the other doctor’s will, we go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. I’m here. :3 Doing a lot better than this morning. I’m glad to be ok. Graa. Getting sick is such a hassle. &gt;_&lt; AND IT SUCKS. Asflaksjdflkaj. I’m just glad nothing serious happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115867481378519130?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115867481378519130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115867481378519130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115867481378519130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115867481378519130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/09/allergy-attack.html' title='Allergy Attack!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115832582521015534</id><published>2006-09-15T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you In, or are you Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Coheed and Cambria ~ A Favor House Atlantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P9064374.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P9064374.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P9064380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P9064380.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P9064379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P9064379.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P9064377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P9064377.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points to above pics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pair of Chucks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four Months. :) Belated Happy Monthsary, love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now back to my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t, 9k+ hits! :D Thanks readers/stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*refers to post she wrote earlier*&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't been able to blog since... FOREVER. D: I'm actually supposed to be cramming for a paper, but oh well. Right now I'm writing in the dark; our classroom (building) lost power, yet for some strange reason our one aircon (theother is currently a hole in the wall) is still on. O_O&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was the 'surprise' party my friends had planned for me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It was so much fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3 The dress they had gotten me was gorgeous, and it fit me perfectly. Although.. it was a bit tight around the chest. XD XD XD Nearly all my friends were there, my relatives whom I care for were there, even HOL (representative XD) was there. (Thanks Jeff. :3) Ginno was there. :) Everyone got to meet him, and things went smoothly. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thanks for making it my night, everyone. I love you guys. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; I'll be posting pics when I get them. Mom talked to the photographer for me, and she's giving us a CD of the digital copies of our pics. :3 I watched the video that was taken at the time, and I just hope that they had as much fun as I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeeen.. Hell Week. =_=;; On Monday Marvi had me redo the bulletin board which I had assigned Iya to do. I was pretty annoyed because I had repeatedly told Iya to deal with it and it turned out half-baked. So he had me remake it. And he wanted it up by Tuesday. The last time I worked on the bulletin board, they took it down. &gt;_&lt; So stress. Then Caitlyn came up to me and handed me a pile of fliers, and told me to post them in all the classrooms and bulletin boards. The fact that I had a very, very long English paper due the next day didn't help at all. I ended up crying while waiting for Coco. *sigh* Fred and Coco comforted me, and helped me with the stuff the society had dumped on me. I ended up staying up all night working on the English paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to school early to continue working on my paper. ~_~ Though I had stayed up all night, I hadn't finished it. I cut Philo class working on that paper. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I cried again. &gt;_&lt; Marvi text me, and I just broke down and started crying. Luckily our prof had left already. I was literally sobbing. I was so stressed. Then Marvi and Alwin came in to talk about the Society Night, and Marvi noticed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Ria, bat ka umiiyak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAKIT KAYA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society has just been giving me trouble. I know it's partially my fault for letting it happen all the time. I don't complain, and I never say no. I'm a freakin' doormat. &gt;_&lt; Ew. Soo. I decided to resign as Assistant PRO. I'm giving my resignation letter on Monday. Ironically, right after our Society Night, which is on Saturday. Everyone wants me to quit already. For once, I think I should stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we had PE. The first hour was dedicated to an Assistant Coach of UST who committed suicide. =/ Coco and I were late though, so we stayed in the field while the rest of the class was already at the chapel. We didn't play, but we had a passing exercise instead. I had to talk with Prof Adri after class. If I'm late one more time, she'll flunk me. &gt;_&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's so hard for me to get up in the morning now a days.&lt;/span&gt; I simply just can't do it. So I'm always late. Arrgh. I practiced a bit of goal shooting after class with April and Aryanne, and I tripped over April and gave myself three bruises on the side of my leg. I named them Larry, Curly and Moe. :)) They're ugleh purply spottish bruises. XP Worked on the bulletin board after eating lunch. We didn't have History, so Coco, Ags, Mick and I hung out at Colayco until our ride came. It's spiffy and stuff now. They're making a fountain thar. I wonder how it'll look when it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was supposed to start on making up for my swimming classes, but I didn't wake up early enough and got to school too late for PE. Ate breakfast at McDo, and crammed my Asian paper while watching TunOrg practice for EntABlado. Got lucky in NatSci, as the scheduled quiz didn't push through. Typed my Asian paper during Filipino. Doodled during Asian, and did decently on my computer quiz. Went home right after dismissal. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I might go out with Ginno. I hope I do get to see him. I also have a hospital appointment, and the Society night. Hrrr. I hope we just stay home on Sunday. X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115832582521015534?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115832582521015534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115832582521015534&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115832582521015534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115832582521015534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-you-in-or-are-you-out.html' title='Are you In, or are you Out?'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115756187363922966</id><published>2006-09-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:19.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Zone of the Enders OST ~ Kiss me Sunlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just pretend that the 5th didn't happen, because overall it was a really sucky day, and I don't want to remember spending my 18th Birthday as depressed as I was on Tuesday. Still, I want to thank everyone that greeted me. :) Even though I had a really sucky day, your greetings (even from those people I didn't know) made me feel better, one way or another. Thanks everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy Birthday to Berbi, whose party I was at last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Steve Irwin passed away. =/ Crikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for Saturday. I can't wait for Saturday. I'll be seeing Ginno, my friends, my family, my blockmates (that aren't twats), and we'll have the time of our lives. :D Although I am a bit scared; I have no idea what's instore for me. X3; Surprise party all the way, bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought me a pair of Chucks after class. :3 We met up at Ever (I still am amazed that Ever has a real Converse outlet. X3) and decided on a pair. I originally wanted the simple, froggy green pair, but they didn't have my size. :( So I got my second choice instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok, the photo upload feature isn't working. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the color. "Old Rose", according to mum, since she knows I'm not that nice to the word pink. XD The canvas is a bit different from the simple style, and it's got flowers on it. XD LOL. But that's ok, it's still cute. I was really hung up over the green pair though. So dad said he'd buy me another pair if I found one. ANG YABANG. XD Yeah, I did semi-yell that when he said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll buy you another pair. :-&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Ang yabang mo naman. As if ikaw yung magbabayad nito."&lt;br /&gt;"Magkano ba yan?"&lt;br /&gt;"2.6"&lt;br /&gt;"...tangina, 1.6 lang pera ko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)) Pwnd dadeh. He ended up asking money from mum. Mum told me herself though that if I did find a green pair with my size, she'd buy it for me. :3 I told her that if I did find one, I'd card it, because just last week I got my own credit card. 8D Still have to activate it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've to sleep. I've PE in 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday saturday saturday X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115756187363922966?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115756187363922966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115756187363922966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115756187363922966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115756187363922966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday.html' title='THE Birthday'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115738615756994261</id><published>2006-09-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes Where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Switchfoot ~ The Beautiful Letdown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 18 in more or less 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel as special as it supposedly should. It's so hyped up that you'd think you'd be giddy with excitement. I told myself I wouldn't expect anything, but I guess I did, unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last week getting sick because of lack of sleep. By Friday I was getting frequent mild headaches. I think I was able to recover over the weekend because I don't have the headaches anymore. Saturday I watched Walang Himala at PETA, and Sunday I went to school for an NSTP seminar. Today we had our recollection. I went to school early and we went to the Barangay where Anj lives (which is in Makati) so we could ask for a permit to conduct research there. Went back to school for our recollection which was at 1. I ended up falling asleep through about an hour of it. Was impromtu reader for the Responsorial Psalm. Sang while I took an FX home. Got stuck in traffic, and ended up singing along to the radio with the girl sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. I know I could be feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me; I am now 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hope I feel better later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115738615756994261?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115738615756994261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115738615756994261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115738615756994261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115738615756994261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-goes-where.html' title='Time Goes Where?'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115687980050472487</id><published>2006-08-30T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Disorders, oh no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: PC Hum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming a compulsive eater. @___@ I'm always hungry! Like now. And even if I just ate, the moment I smell more good-smelling food, I get hungry again. D: Argh. If I'm going to get fat, this is exactly how it's going to happen. Unless, this is some natural response my body is making to how I've been living my life lately. There really is no way to find out for sure. Which is why I'm worried. X3 I don't want to get fat! D: Well duh Ria, who does. I’m going to have to check how much I weigh later, to see if I really am starting to gain weight. This predicament of mine reminds me of how Ginno complains about how ‘fat he is, even though he isn’t. X3 Now that I’m faced with this, I can’t really blame him for being as bugged about it as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tope, the Art Director of the Flame, approached me yesterday, and we talked about the future projects that we had coming up. The next Dapitan, the regular publication of the Flame’s literature collection, will be put in my hands. o____o Tope plans on putting me in charge of the design, as well as the layout. Luckily, it’ll make use of photo art instead of illustrations, so I won’t have to draw anything (being the only graphics artist of the Flame). Other than that, Tope sorta divulged the little tid-bit that as current Art Director, he plans on making me the next Art Director. o_o Which is… intimidating. X3 Ok, so I can draw, but I can’t design and layout and stuff. But he reasoned that out of those under him, which would be me and a handful of photographers, I was his best bet. I actually feel kinda bad because I plan on transferring out next year. X3; I feel the same way towards the society, because Marvi, our current president, and Alvin, our Vice President, were bugging me earlier about what position in the society I’d run as next year. They kept on bugging me to run for Vice, the highest position a Junior can run for in his or her society. I honestly don’t know why they want me to take these positions. I’m not exactly responsible. I don’t have leadership skills, either. I’m not that assertive, and I’m not that charismatic. I guess the reason why they’re turning to me is because there’s no one else to turn to. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it is 3am; I just finished working on my papers, and I still have illustrations to make for the Flame. Bunch of hands I have to draw. I’m hungry. X3;; And my foot is all tingly. D: Later I’ll be finding out my Prelim grade in Filipino (Oh Lordy &gt;_&lt;). Person with the lowest Prelim grade goes first for our graded recitation on Friday. Guess who feels doomed. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115687980050472487?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115687980050472487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115687980050472487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115687980050472487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115687980050472487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/08/eating-disorders-oh-no.html' title='Eating Disorders, oh no!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115658817575509639</id><published>2006-08-26T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Thom Yorke ~ The Eraser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework for this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Readings 82-171 for Filipino; Graded Recitation on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 Reaction papers for Film Viewing last Tuesday; due &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Paper on Chapter 15 for Asian; due &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Illustrations for 'Dead Flowers Bloom' for the Flame; due &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All given on Friday. 8D Fuun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what happened this week. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. No classes last Monday. I think I spent it cramming the last batch of drawings assigned to me by Tope, the Flame's Art Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we were excused from all our classes except History because the society held a Film Viewing thingie. I used the most of the time for cramming a paper for Filipino, as well as reading Chapter 13 of Asian Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a regular day, I think. I can't remember if anything out of the ordinary happened. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we had PE. Loool. I woke up late so I skipped breakfast. Big mistake. Prof Adri had us play a short game, dividing the Blue team into two, and inserting the five members of the Gold team present into one of the halves. I was assigned to play Forward for the first half, then I played Defense during the second half. I slipped in the mud 6 times, got stuck in the mud once, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fell &lt;/span&gt;in the mud once. Then, the mix of being puyat, not eating breakfast and having the painters took its toll. After we were dismissed, I was dizzy and felt like vomiting. Coco tried to help me back to the Grandstand, but I plopped myself onto the ground in the middle of the field and started crying. X3; I started to hyperventilate and panicked. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I was honestly really scared.&lt;/span&gt; The feeling of being helpless was just so overwhelming. Luckily, Coco ran off and called Prof Adri, and she comforted me as I drank some water. I took a long shower after that, then went to Burger King for lunch. I was generally ok after that. Sleepy though. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridaaay. No morning classes, because of the AB Sports Fest. So we only had Asian and Computer. :D Met up with Keith after class, because he needed to get his papers since he dropped out last year and is planning on applying at Benilde. I ended up going home at 5, and it took me forever to catch a ride. XP I was able to get one by 5:30, which is a good thing, because right after I got on it started raining hard. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately teh RF people have been conf-ing on plans for a Bellato-Altrax booth. I hope it pushes through. :3 It'd be tons of fun if it did. Plus, it'll make up for not being able to push through with the HOL-RF Booth as we originally had planned. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention in my last post that I broke my retainers. XP One of the wires kinda.. broke. Although my dentist said that eventually it'd do that. I forget what he said about what I should do when that happens though. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok, back to PTing. I mean, paper making. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115658817575509639?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115658817575509639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115658817575509639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115658817575509639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115658817575509639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/08/papers-galore.html' title='Papers Galore!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115575000646638282</id><published>2006-08-17T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:18.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Prelim Hell Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Aqualung ~ Tongue Tied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been pretty hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was our General Assembly for the society. Everything went pretty well; it started a bit late, but after that things went smoothly. I wasn't able to find someone to do an intermission, but this gay guy from the fourth year section went up and sang this song by Mariah Carey. I'm not sure if I'd call it singing, but that's what he at least tried to do. Either way, everyone loved it. So no matter. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I found out that my Prelim grade in Math is 90. o: Wow. DAMN. This is the first time I've gotten a line of 9 for Math, ever. Lol. Twas also the day I was totally bugged; literally. When I was putting on my shoes for school, I was horrified to feel something inside one of my shoes. I quickly slipped my foot out, and nudged it, just to see a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;horribly large cockroach scramble out of it&lt;/span&gt;. Dad killed it though. XP Then when I got home, I found out that I had ants in my room. Actually, I had known before, but I thought that they were just stray ants that had come in from the bathroom. I was wrong, though. When I got home, I found a thin stream of them waltzing across my desk. I followed them to where they were going, and saw them disappear into the jewelry box my mom had given me. Bad, bad feeling. I opened one of the doors (the box itself resembles a cabinet), to see that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they had made their nest inside my jewelry box&lt;/span&gt;. Uuuuuuuuuuurgh. I brought it downstairs and cleaned it out, with the help of my mom. Day wrecker, seriously. Not to mention the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I didn't pass the English Prelim Exam&lt;/span&gt;. 49/100; wtf?   The end essay question was 40 points. I got 5/40. What the hell. To make things worse, I stayed up all night working on our Filipino report, at least my part of it. I did Mick's as well, and ended up not doing a due paper on Chapter 13 for Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty mediocre. I'm getting bothered by how much I eat nowadays. I feel like I'm always stuffing my face. But I can't help it. D: I'm always hungry. I'm worried I'm going to suddenly gain weight without even noticing it. XP Anyway. Started taking down notes in NatSci. Fil was ok. Ging broke down during Fil because of some personal problems, and I went out and comforted her. I felt so bad when I saw her crying; I honestly wanted to cry with her. Or at least cry for her or something. I mean, Ging is so nice; not just to me, but to everyone. I just feel special because she always lets me hug her and she doesn't get annoyed or anything when I bug her all the time. X3 I hope everything works out for her. I was lucky in Asian; Chapter 13 was supposedly due today, but Sir Dalangin didn't come to class today, so that's been bumped to Friday. Computer we 'learned' how to use MS Word. Well, honestly, I learned how to do one thing in Word, and that's to switch down to the next page via CTRL+Enter. Then dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco, Mick, Ags and I ate at Burger Machine after class. We got to see April and Chris, our former classmates, before we did. After eating, we started talking about all these gross things, and we just kept on laughing and laughing. Twas fun. I went home after that, and met up with my mom in Ever. I got my roots dyed and my bangs trimmed. So now I've shorter bangs and completely brown hair. I don't know if anyone will notice though. Worked on column backgrounds for the Flame. Took a while, but at least it's done. I made a bet with our Art Director that I'd finish everything by friday, or else I'd have to buy him 100Php RO Load. Now that the column BGs are done, I just need to do 2 drawings for 2 poems he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to ask; do I seem that out of touch nowadays? =/ Am I so busy that I can't even talk to the people closest to me anymore? I know that with my mom and dad they find this to be the case. Everytime I go upstairs, they shout after me, saying that they'll see me next Christmas. Maybe that's why I blog with such detail sometimes; because I don't talk about it in detail with anyone else. Since I don't talk with anyone much anymore, I post it here so people can read it, even if it's not directly coming from me. I know that usually I complain about always being chased around by people who demand my attention as if they were somewhat important to me (mean), but this is different. I don't think I'm the only experiencing this now, but either way it still bothers me. I'd like to comfort myself by thinking that I'm cool enough to manage my time well enough to make everything work out, but obviously this doesn't seem to be the case. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I should sleep. I couldn't sleep earlier. Some people might get mad at me for finding out that I didn't sleep right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't have PE tomorrow. Actually, that's not confirmed, but what the hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115575000646638282?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115575000646638282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115575000646638282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115575000646638282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115575000646638282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-prelim-hell-week.html' title='Post-Prelim Hell Week'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115539102158645104</id><published>2006-08-12T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:17.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Silverstein ~ Smile in your Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Bad mood bad mood bad mood. I hate simmering in my own frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"May nahanap ka na ba para mag intermisson for GA?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wala eh. Ayaw nila. Last minute kasi eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Pilitin mo naman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the society is pushing all my buttons right now. From making me run around the campus for some forms while I'm sick to making me find someone to do an intermission for our GA on Monday. I mean, you could have asked me to do these things &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt;; it'd makes things &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;less stressful&lt;/span&gt; for me. Why ask me to find someone to do an intermisson only on Friday when the GA is on Monday? Finding someone capable of pulling it off is hard enough; I've to convince them to boot. Why tell me at 1 in the morning that we have a meeting later at 9am? I can't make &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;work. It's not like I can magically change my plans just like that. It's not like I would, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like today was such a waste of 24 hours. Wake up at nine, watch morning cartoons, eat, go out, get bored, go home. Well, I got to see my guildmates. But everything other than that was just total crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115539102158645104?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115539102158645104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115539102158645104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115539102158645104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115539102158645104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/08/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115522705307224558</id><published>2006-08-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:17.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wub! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Ivy ~ Edge of the Ocean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I feel so loved today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, Ginno and I have been together for 3 months. :) It's pretty hard to imagine that we've been together for that long, already. It seems to have gone by so fast. X3 *hearts sprout in the air surrounding Ria* LOL. Losery, but that's seriously how I feel now. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm just really happy&lt;/span&gt;. :) Thanks to all who remembered. :3 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To many more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also my mum's nth 26th Birthday. XD I was supposed to buy her a gift yesterday, but I was lame and only realized that I didn't have any money to buy anything &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;we had arrived at SM San Lazaro. And that was after we ate there, too. The irony of it all is the fact that Mick, who had gone with me then, was the one who had checked his wallet before we left to check if he had money, not me. Siiiiigh. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soooo lame&lt;/span&gt;. On the way back to UST, that was all I could say; "LAME!" "Ang losery ko talaga. :-&lt;" XD I had to go back today, after our Math exam. Speaking of the Math exam, it wasn't that hard. I got a decent 88%. X3 Anyway, I went back to SM San Lazaro with Coco (thanks dear X3). Nearly got run over by a truck while crossing Lacson Ave. o_o; After much searching, I bought my mum a pair of customized Superman logo slippers. XD And I bought all this fancy wrapping stuff from Papemelroti. Went home afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mum's birthday, we went to TGIF/Friday's. We originally went to Grilla, near Ever, but they had really bad service, so we decided to go to Timog instead. I gave my gift before we left, and mum &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVED IT&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yez. XD I still have my touch. Anyway, dinner at Friday's went well. Food was yum. :3 On the way home, mom talked about how she always likes the presents I give her. I'm uber original, according to her. Well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else do I feel looooved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kinda &lt;/span&gt;uncovered the plan my friends had of throwing a surprise party for me. X3 THANK YOU GUYS! &lt;3 And here I was, being all emo about not having a special 18th birthday. X3 I'm leaving it to them though, so that one way or another it's still a surprise. It &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seriously &lt;/span&gt;made my day. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love you guys so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And Tina!&lt;/span&gt; X3 Thanks Tina. *hugs* I MISS YOU. 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snips off useless parts of her post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow *looks at her watch* --today is my last day of exams. Nat Sci and computer, here I come. &gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115522705307224558?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115522705307224558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115522705307224558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115522705307224558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115522705307224558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/08/wub-3.html' title='Wub! &lt;3'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115496465265739049</id><published>2006-08-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:17.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Hunters</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Panic! At the Disco ~ I Write Sins, Not Tragedies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry meant for yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm sick. It's driving me mad. I've been officially sick since... Saturday. Ever since my date with Ginno. o: The moment I got in the car, I started feeling crappier and crappier. By the time we had gotten home, I felt horrible. o_o; So when &lt;a href="http://www.hitaka.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Racine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.brndnboyd.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Maku&lt;/a&gt; came over to work on my PC, I was pretty much incapacitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time with Ginno last Saturday, despite the fact that Shangrila loses majorly for not having anywhere to sit. Ginno gave me his copy of Neil Gaiman's The Dreamhunters. &lt;3 It's absolutely lovely. I traded the first jacket he let me borrow for a new one. XD It'll be a lot more effective at keeping me warm. At least, that's what Ginno said. So we walked around a bit; ate, then walked around s'more. Looking for places to sit. XD Ended up in Mocha Blends. Iced Chocolate is creamy. Like, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;holyshitheartattack &lt;/span&gt;creamy. We just sat down with each other, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I found it really nice&lt;/span&gt;. :) Yes, I'm a sap. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I was on the opposite side of the spectrum, though. I had a major headache, and a stuffy nose. I fell asleep while &lt;a href="http://www.hitaka.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Racine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.brndnboyd.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Maku&lt;/a&gt; were here. D: &lt;a href="http://www.hitaka.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Racine&lt;/a&gt; and I made de-caffeinated coffee and tried to see if &lt;a href="http://www.brndnboyd.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Maku&lt;/a&gt; would notice that it wasn't caffeinated. Yeh, placebo. XD He did, in the end, though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was blah. I didn't do anything. Actually, I don't remember what I did on Sunday. Well, I tried to study for my exam on Monday, but I couldn't do that because I couldn't concentrate. I ended up sleeping through most of the day, save for the part where I had to help Ags formulate some sort of community development project for our NSTP assignment. By the time it was time for me to really sleep, I had a hard time. So I pulled out The Dreamhunters, and read it. It made me think of a lot of things. One thing that I really thought about were my dreams. Mainly because I don't remember any of my dreams anymore. I envy those who remember their dreams so well. X3 It's like having access to an entirely new plane of existence. Tapping into your sub-consciousness. I feel like I'm missing out on a lot. And I know I am. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our exam in Asian. We went to school early so Coco could pay her tuition fee and get her exam permit. The exam itself wasn't that hard. It was pretty short, actually, but I'm thankful that it was. Throughout the whooole day, I felt like utter crap. I had a headache, a slight fever, a stuffy nose, and frequent sneeze fests. After the exam, I had to run some errands for the society, so I went around from the OSA to the Dean's Office, to the Ed Tech Center. After that was done, I went home. Got on an FX, and made my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I felt really relieved. I guess that's the effect of knowing you can let loose. I bummed around on the internet for a while, then went down for dinner. I ate while listening to my brother and my mom talk about myths regarding the size of a guy's penis. Like, do steriods really make your penis shrink? Is it true that skinny guys have bigger penises? Is shoe size really a factor in the size of a guy's penis? Etc etc etc.  I was happily watching Xiaolin Showdown, so I wasn't really listening much. When I finally noticed what they were talking about, I commented, saying, "I love our over-the-dinner-table topics. XD" Mom was also talking about an officemate she once had while she was still in the States. They were on the topic of casual sex, so she told my brother how this officemate of hers would tell her about her dates and what they did and stuff. O_o Mom started complaining about how this officemate of hers wasn't even pretty or anything. (LOL MEAN) They my brother butts in, complaining about this ugly skinny guy he knows who gets laid a lot, even though he's butt ugly and stuff. I listened to this while I ate my fruit yogurt. Mom tried to get me to eat a banana, our staple after dinner fruit, and I said "Mom, I am not eating that after what I just heard over the dinner table tonight." She laughed, and let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to my PC, &lt;a href="http://www.gelabo.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Gela&lt;/a&gt; asked me what I had planned for my upcoming birthday, and I told her that I didn't have any plans. ._. At that moment I felt pretty lame. X3 I mean, I want my birthday to be special, being the 18th and all. I don't have to have a debut to consider it special. Actually, I don't want a debut. X3; No one at home wants me to have a debut. It doesn't have to be over the top; I just want it to be memorable.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at lunch time. At least now my headache is gone. I just have a stuffy nose, and sometimes the part behind my jaw (right under my ears) hurts. O_o I hope I don't get the mumps or anything. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the day watching TV downstairs with mom. She fed me lunch, because I looked pretty harassed, being still partly sick and all. Yay for Goto. After that, I went to my room and forum-ized. Did some photoshop as well. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37621358/" target="blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to study for History.. I also have my English exam tomorrow, but I'm not really going to study for that.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115496465265739049?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115496465265739049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115496465265739049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115496465265739049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115496465265739049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/08/dream-hunters.html' title='The Dream Hunters'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115479719509555325</id><published>2006-08-06T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:16.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down for the count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115479719509555325?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115479719509555325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115479719509555325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115479719509555325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115479719509555325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/08/ko.html' title='K.O.'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115462426045493432</id><published>2006-08-04T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:16.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: MIDI of Balloon Kid (Gameboy Game)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I have this midi on my PC, but it's cute nonetheless. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco says that when people throw rocks at you, you should throw bread. Bread the size of McDo. XD I've been pretty irritated with a lot of people lately, but I haven't been showing it much. Well, that was until yesterday. LOL. Coco actually said that I was a total bizotch at that time. XD I couldn't help it, really. I wasn't in the mood to put up with his bullshit, so I shot him down before he could do anything. It's a long, stupid story. Which I'll probably tell you all when I can laugh about how ridiculous this all is. At the moment, I'm still pretty peeved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what is their problem anyway? What exactly did we do to earn the pleasure of &lt;em&gt;you trying to sabotage our reports&lt;/em&gt;? Pffft. Then you turn around and act like we're all buddies? &lt;strong&gt;I'm not going to pretend that we're friends. We aren't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just continue this some other time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115462426045493432?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115462426045493432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115462426045493432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115462426045493432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115462426045493432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/08/plastic.html' title='Plastic'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115411350976641949</id><published>2006-07-29T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:16.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you had a bad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now two am on Saturday. Would you believe that I just woke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was just blah. I woke up at 6, but got out of bed at 8. First thing I did when I got to school was to go to the gym so I could talk with Professor Erese about the incomplete grade she gave me last semester. So Coco and I walked across campus, and we found her at the swimming pool. She told me to get a completion form and to submit it to her before Prelims. (Prelims are on the second week of August.) So I figured I'd swipe a completion form from the Dean's office and submit it to Prof. Erese at the end of my class. I went to the Dean's office, and found out that they didn't release completion forms to students; the professors were the ones who got the completion forms for the students, supposedly. Knowing that the professors aren't really that nice to do that for students, I decided that there must be something &lt;i&gt;else&lt;/i&gt; I had to do to get a completion form, and decided that I'd have to go back to Prof. Erese after class to ask her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept through NatSci. I don't think Prof. Garcia saw me, because she didn't say anything about me. I fell asleep in Fil1, and I got caught by Prof. Atalia, because I'm silly enough to forget that I'm completely within his sight. At first I was worried, since Fil is a subject I can't fool around with, but then I realized that at that moment in time, I didn't really care that much. I nearly fell asleep again, after that. Prof. Dalangin came late, so I took the opportunity to go outside into the corridor and sit there. It was cold as usual inside the classroom, so I sought refuge outside. I was followed by Joseph, Ging, and Dgae, asking if I was alright. I told them I was just sleepy. So we all just sat outside, talking about how it must be if you had 9 siblings. (Ging has 9 siblings.) I told her it must be nice; her house must be chaotic in a fun way. There's always something happening; it's not stagnant like how it is at my house. Anyway, Sir Dalangin came and we all went back inside. Took a quiz about chapters 6-8, then continued to listen to the lecture about chapter 9. Sir told us that our Prelims would only cover up to chapter 10, so I realized that I'd be reporting chapter 11 next semester. Sir became so engrossed with discussing chapter 9 that the reporter for chapter 10 wasn't able to report. Which is a good thing, in a way; I was supposed to finish my paper on chapter 10 on Thursday, but never got around to it. After we were dismissed, Coco shared her lunch with me and we ate in the classroom while everyone else went upstairs to the computer lab. Mick and I went up soon after, while Coco and Joseph took care of some other business. Computer was easy. Basic HTML. Ma'am showed us a simple webpage via projector, and had us copy it just by looking at it. I finished early, and was allowed to just bum around online. Then we were dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco went with Fred, her Chorale mate to get some papers photocopied, so I decided to go to Prof. Erese on my own. I think I spent around 15 minutes just looking for her in the gym annex. I went to the faculty room, and they told me she was a the pool. So I went to the pool, but she wasn't there. Walked around a bit, and I still couldn't find her. So I looked for the caretaker of the pool and asked him if he knew where she was. He told me she was at the faculty. So I trudged back to the PE Faculty room, and lo and behold, there she was. I found out that I had to go to the Main Building Accounting office to get myself a completion form. So from the Gym, I made my way to the Accounting office. I waited in line for a bit and told the lady there that I was there to request for a completion form. She redirected me to the Registrar. So I went to the Registrar. Waited in line for a bit. Then asked the guy there if that was where I could get myself a completion form. He redirected me to the Information Desk. So I went to the Information Desk and asked for the nth time if that was where I could get a completion form. I had told myself by then that if I got redirected again, I was just going to do everything on Monday. Luckily, that &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; where I could get it. Well, I didn't actually get the form. The Information Desk was where I could get a request form for the completion form. The guy told me that I had to go back to the Accounting office to pay to request for a completion form. Extortionists. So Accounting office. Waited in line. Paid 50 pesos. So then I had a reciept for a request for a completion form. I asked the teller if I needed to do anything else to get myself a completion form. According to her, I just had to go to the Dean's office and show the reciept in order to get one. So I walked to the AB building. By now it was around 4pm. I went to the second floor and to the Dean's office. The guy at the Dean's Office gave me a weird look as I told him I was there for a completion form. (It was a different guy from earlier in the day) He asked me if I was sure that I was told to get a completion form there and I reassured him that &lt;em&gt;Yes, I was there to get a completion form. Yes, I was told to get it here. Yes, I paid for everything.&lt;/em&gt; So I got three completion forms. I sat outside and wondered if I should go back to the gym. And I thought &lt;em&gt;screw it, I'll just finish this on Monday&lt;/em&gt;. So I text Caitlin, asking her if the video shoot scheduled for the day was going to push through. Apparently, her class started at 3, and mine ended at 3, so I wondered how in the world we'd be able to do the video. I waited for 30min before she replied. She had class. So I decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it was 4:30pm, so I was pretty sure that I'd have a hell of a time trying to get a ride home. Luckily, I was able to snag an SM Fairview FX. As we neared Don Antonio, I could see dark, ominous clouds the hung overhead. I hoped it wouldn't rain. I didn't want to have to whip out my umbrella. The FX driver dropped me off at the other side of the street, across from Shell. So I had to take the overpass to the other side. I nearly fell down the stairs. I was able to grab onto the fence before I did though. As I walked to Select, it started to drizzle. I was too tired to run to the car. So I got wet in the rain. Then we went home. That morning, I had asked my mum if we could go to Ever so I could finally get my roots dyed so she could stop bugging me about it, but since we went straight home, I figured that mum had forgotten about it. Got home. First thing mum did when I got home was to scold me for being a horrible host to my godsister and brother. I was selfish to stay locked up in my room all the time. I was pretty frustrated by then, so I yelled back. &lt;strong&gt;'Gee mom, thanks for making my day a lot worse. If you don't mind, I'm going to go to my room and bitch about it now, ok? Thanks.'&lt;/strong&gt; I ran up to my room and locked the door. Mum followed, and asked me what was wrong. I broke down and started to cry. She asked me if I had fought with a professor, or with a classmate. I told her no. She asked me if I was getting bad grades, and I told her that I wouldn't know. She asked me if someone had physically assaulted me, and I told her that she should know by now that if anyone tried I'd seriously beat the shit out of them. So she asked me what it was, and I told her that things had just stacked up, and that I was just really tired. She didn't believe me, but I refused to tell her anything else other than that. I was tired. And things had stacked up. So there. So she left me, telling me that she was only a text away, if ever I wanted to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online for a while. I wanted to take a shower, but there was no water. So I waited for the water. I played a bit of RO. Talked with Justin a bit. Then I left my PC and went to my mum's room and watched some TV. By 7:45, there was still no water. So I went back to my room and stayed there. The whir of the PC fan was annoying me (it gets pretty loud if I don't use the AC) so I turned it off, and figured that I'd turn it back on later. I wasn't doing anything online anyway. So I bummed on my bed. And I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in my school uniform. I haven't eaten dinner, nor have I taken that shower of mine. I should go do so now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115411350976641949?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115411350976641949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115411350976641949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115411350976641949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115411350976641949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='So you had a bad day...'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115396165739386403</id><published>2006-07-27T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:16.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash~</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Stereophonics ~ Have a Nice Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry was supposed to be for last night, but complications made it impossible to post then. So I post now. =p Block quote time! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People seem to always crash the house. Right now we're harboring a godparent of mine from the states, along with her two kids; my godsister and godbrother. My godsister is 15, and my godbrother is 17. o: Right now one is sleeping, and the other is watching Kill Bill downstairs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again. o: If this keeps up, I won't have school tomorrow. o_o; I'm supposed to have PE tomorrow, but it was cancelled, because the faculty members of the whole of UST have this General Assembly thingie going on. So Coco and I plan on going to school early so we can go to SM San Lazaro. XD Which reminds me, I still have to talk to my PE professor from last sem, regarding the incomplete grade she gave me for missing my finals. D: Grararar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the day helping Ginno get to 99. Which he did. :D Thank you, Biolabs. XD Now Yrael is next. X3; Will Yrael ever become a high priestess? I sure do hope so. o_o; If I want it to happen (which I do) I'll have to work for it, like I have to work for the other things that I want. Patience and hard work, patience and hard work, patience and hardwork.. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle finger on my left hand hurts. D: I had my blood sugar levels checked at school today; they were doing it for free. So me, being &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;, I went up to the trainee nurses and put myself under their mercy. X3; After a few questions, they started to disinfect my finger. I watched as she picked up a plastic tube and placed it near the tip of my finger. "=S You're going to prick me now, aren't yo-- &lt;b&gt;OW&lt;/b&gt;" LOL. =)) I got the results a few moments later, and well, at least my levels are regular. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginno told me about this guy his mom knows, and I just got to thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we think of drug addicts and rugby boys and stuff, we think that these people don't do anything to help themselves; that they wallow in their problems without caring of how they'll solve them. Sometimes we even think that, they deserve what they get, because it is their fault why they resorted to what they do in the first place. A lot of times, it's easier to scorn these people rather than to sympathize with them. It's easier to blame them for what's become of them rather than to help them change. Just thinking about how lonely these people must feel gets me teary eyed. It must be so hard feeling alone. I take great comfort in knowing that I'm surrounded by many people who love me, people who care for me, people who will be strong for me when I can't be strong, people who will won't mind hugging me all the time; people who will never give up on me. I can't imagine how it must feel to be without that comfort; to feel horribly alone. One can't help but wonder why a person has to endure something as painful as that. I guess not all people are strong. Not everyone can bring it upon themselves to think positive, to believe that God will get them through everything. I guess that's why we have to lend our own strength to others. A little help can go a long way. To that one particular person; &lt;i&gt;I hope everything goes well for you. You can do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. the rain has stopped.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've to get ready for school now. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy writing Communication Exercise level blog entries. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115396165739386403?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115396165739386403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115396165739386403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115396165739386403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115396165739386403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/07/crash.html' title='Crash~'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115384450859022565</id><published>2006-07-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:16.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: American Hi-Fi ~ The Rescue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a 5 day weekend. X3 The last two days of school have been cancelled because of the typhoon. It's pretty mean to be hoping for school to be cancelled, given that a lot of other people are suffering because of the reason why school will be cancelled, if ever.. XP Even so, I still don't want to go back to school just yet. =/ But this is still a bad idea, because Prelims are just around the corner, and lost classes means.. less time. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I really hate how I can't access a lot of sites from my PC. &gt;_&lt; It's so annoying. One moment I'm posting on LJ, the next LJ loses my post and refuses to load. I can't even visit the ELEAP site, nor can I browse a lot of forums. GRARALFKJLSFJDFL. And it DCs &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;. I end up using my mum's PC in the end. Which makes me wonder why I bought a PC in the first place. I really think it has something to do with the configuration of my LAN settings, but I know nothing about tinkering with that. Jeth wants me to give him access to my PC so &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; can tinker with it. No. Just no. XP I'd rather ask &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/brndnboyd/" target="blank"&gt;Maku&lt;/a&gt; or Mike how to make it work. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went really well. :3 I literally spent the whole day with Ginno. XD And I actually got to go around the whole of Shangrila without being scared out of my mind. X3; I actually got there kinda early, and while I was waiting for Ginno, this middle-aged guy came up to me and started talking to me. And I was like, &lt;b&gt;"OMG GINNO WHERE ARE YOU D:"&lt;/b&gt; LOL. But the guy wasn't freaky or anything, like the last encounter I had in Shang. He was just being friendly, asking where I studied and stuff.. Still, I wasn't that comfortable, given the experiences I've had. XP But the rest of the day made up for that. &lt;3 Before I went home, he gave me his jacket to wear, and I took it home. X3 I've been wearing it around my room for the past few days, especially since it's been raining, and it's been pretty cold. At one point I fell asleep in it. X3 I'm wearing it now as I type this, actually. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the funkiest pair of sunglasses in my mom's room the other day. XD I'm sooooo... I dunno, &lt;em&gt;aliw &lt;/em&gt;with it. XD I'm not really a sunglasses kind of person (since I wear glasses nearly all the time) but these are just so cute. X3 I'm probably going to vanity-ize in them one of these days, and when I do, I'll post a pic of them two. Speaking of vanity-izing I haven't done that in the longest time. D: Which is why I don't have a recent pic of myself up thar. *points to the upper left of the page*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. Headache. Time to sleep. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115384450859022565?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115384450859022565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115384450859022565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115384450859022565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115384450859022565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/07/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115350169628398984</id><published>2006-07-21T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laid Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Switchfoot ~ The Beautiful Letdown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. New layout~ &lt;3 It's very &lt;3ful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an entry I wrote up yesterday: (Ahahah, I'm just looking for an excuse to use block quotes XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I miss my purple sign pen. I'm writing in my notebook now; it's English, the lights are out and someone is monotonously droning on in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at a quarter to six. I had fallen asleep on top of my bed; my socks were on, the aircon was off and the lights were on. Surprisingly, I didn't wake up with any cramps, something that usually comes with falling asleep on your tummy. Instead, I was quite comfy. I actually didn't want to get out of bed. That was until I realized I had PE at seven, and in order to get there in time, I needed to leave at six. I stole a pair of Jeth's shorts, and stuffed what I needed for PE into a duffle bag. I grabbed a white shirt from my closet, changed, and went downstairs for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch the news a bit (CNN plz), and it's really sad to see what's going on between Israel and Lebanon. The land of Jesus Christ's birth is at war... =/ It's sad; really, really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE with Coco was fun, but muddy. I got mud all over myself; my shoes, my shorts, my shirt; my legs, my arms, and my forehead. And my chest, because of Coco. X3 Learning how to control a soccer ball with your body is messy business. At least I won't have to steal shorts from Jeth anymore, as I finally have my PE uniform. While we were getting our uniforms, I heard one of my teammates talking with her friends. A few seconds after, I felt blood trickling from my ears. She was sooooo &lt;em&gt;conyo&lt;/em&gt;. Like way way way &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; worse than &lt;a href="http://www.saekomizuku.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt;. (Is that even possible?! XD) It was that bad. Coco heard her too, and she looked at me. "I would have killed you by now if you spoke like that. XP" I shrugged and smiled. Then these guys came out from the pool area towards the showers in their towels, and some of the other girls we were with started making cat calls. @_@ I laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, and promtly turned around, my back facing them. Geez. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower and headed for FrioMixx with Ags and Coco for lunch. I learned about some issues that were floating around our block, and I got pretty ticked off. More on that later. I fell asleep and woke upjust before we left. We went to the AB building, and stayed there until classes started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In FrioMixx, I learned that the issue that was left for dead last semester is still very much alive. I thought it was gone, until a few days ago. So far they've only directly gone after Coco and Jz. I haven't experienced anything targeted at me, but part of me wants to dare them to try. It pisses me off to think that &lt;strong&gt;even until now&lt;/strong&gt; they're still being so immature. Even more so that they're going after my friends. I don't want to go after them without knowing everything, though. I might just make things worse. Then again, they seem like people who only learn things the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I learned this week; never ever sleep on the bus. A few days ago, I found out that a male friend of mine was molested on a bus whil he was sleeping. He just woke up to find an old man sitting next to him, the hand of the old man &lt;em&gt;inside &lt;/em&gt;the zipper of his pants. o_o;; More reason to be paranoid while commuting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... so many people in my block are a bunch of plastic faced twats. Arrrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, nothing really happened. The day just zipped by. I finalized my plans for tomorrow with my mum, and I'm going out with Ginno. :3 Can't waaaaait. &lt;3 Somehow, being away from each other makes the anticipation of seeing each other again a lot greater. X3 It's like lovely torture, if you ask me. I guess this is how it really is. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to Tita Nora's place at Woodside Homes for dinner. I didn't want to go, actually, but I haven't seen her for a while, and the last time I talked with her she wanted to see me, so I decided to go. Besides that, if I didn't go, I wouldn't get any dinner. X3; It was actually a small gathering, with my uncles there aside from us. We ate dinner, and I bummed around the park with my brother. They didn't have swings tho. XO So I went to the pool and stayed there. I took a few vanity shots before I was joined by my rents and my aunt, and soon everyone else. I went back to the park, and stayed there by my lonesome. Aw, emo. XD I was pretty senti. X3 My sentiness caused me to get stuck in the park as it started to rain. XD I hid under a tree until the rain passed. Soon I was tired and I fell asleep until it was time to go home. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing much online. I've been neglecting some of my online duties, such as blogging and foruming and &lt;s&gt;playing&lt;/s&gt;. XD *cough* Online duty pala ung playing. XD But yeah, I don't get to do that much anymore. I just have to fix my time so that I can do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get my rear in gear. X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115350169628398984?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115350169628398984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115350169628398984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115350169628398984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115350169628398984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/07/laid-back.html' title='Laid Back'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115324892341320613</id><published>2006-07-19T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:15.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a tad bit Sentimental, aye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:Zero7 ~ Destiny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girls. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ginno. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grarlkjglaskdjfoiwfhalskdjfsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I've found myself a new layout. :D But since it's 2am, I'll upload it when I get home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I really don't have the motivation to study. Which is very, very bad. If I'm to get myself into Ateneo, I have to study. For some reason, I feel so stuck in the daily grind that my goal of transferring is overshadowed. There is actually no guarantee that I'll be any happier in Ateneo, but.. it's worth a shot. Earlier, I was sitting in the classroom, eating a tuna sandwich I bought with Coco in Seven-Eleven, and I was just looking at my friends. Even though everything is pretty shitty when it comes to school, they still look happy, in one way or another. They're content with where they are. (I'm not implying that this is a bad thing, ah.) What exactly is it that makes a person satisfied? It's this level at which we are content that somehow separates us from one another. If we aren't satisfied with something, we seek something better. This level, it doesn't exactly mean that if it's higher the person will get farther in life. It just plays a role in our lives, affecting what we do and what we strive to do. Where we are and who we're with. It's just one of the more stable attributes of our lives that, when mixed with the uncertainty of life and circumstance, can give out a multitude of results. Some people who strive so hard to acheive their dreams sacrifice everything only to fall short of what they were working for. Some leave it all to chance, and in the end, everything works out without a hitch. Everything we do is a risk. Choosing to strive for more is a risk. Choosing to tolerate what you have is a risk. Choosing to be content with what is going on is a risk. Every risk is a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that, even though I make the decisions in my life, I'm not actually in control of it. Before, I found it hard to mix the words Fate and Free will. When someone asked me if I believed in Fate, I would often give mixed answers. Sometimes I'd say yes, sometimes I'd say no. Sometimes I'd say I'd rather think that I was the one in control of my life, not just some unknown entity called Fate. But in truth, they work hand in hand. We make a decision based on our free will, and destiny rolls the die, presenting us with situations and circumstances, prompting us to make another decision based on what is given to us. Add to that the circumstances caused by the free will of others. It's like a big web wherein we're all connected, affecting each other, colliding and altering each other's Fates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that long, philosophical paragraph, I go back to the topic of college and decisions. There is no guarantee that I'll be happy in Ateneo, or that I'll even make it into the Ateneo. But I have to try. I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. I want to have a burning session. One of these days, we have to plan this. There are a number of things I'd like to burn. Offer them to the great beyond, so that it'll be done and over with. Some might think of it as overly symbolic. Why burn them when you can just cut them up or tear them up or something? I suppose. But I'm still a chick, so symbolism still plays a big role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Pirates of the Caribbean 2 with Coco and Ags this morning. It was pretty good. Uber hanging though. It'd be pretty cool being a pirate. Eating babies and sailing the seven seas. Too bad they didn't like women on their ships. Sexist pigs. (LOL) Such a carefree life; drinking rum all day, beating the shit out of fellow pot-bellied drunkards at night. Moving from port to port, ransaking, heart-breaking, stealing and recruiting. Black flags with a skull and cross bones. Rifles and hand guns. Wooden ships. Walking the plank. Sabres and eye patches, parrots and wooden legs. A map, a key, and a treasure chest. &lt;em&gt;X marks the spot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aye, a pirate's life for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115324892341320613?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115324892341320613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115324892341320613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115324892341320613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115324892341320613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-tad-bit-sentimental-aye.html' title='Feeling a tad bit Sentimental, aye.'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115256404087683843</id><published>2006-07-11T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:15.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the Infinitely Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Gnarls Barkley ~ Crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to two months and a day. :) Happy Monthsary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ria now knows that a pack of Bagoon only needs two mugs of hot water, not four.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 2 in the morning, and I think Ginno fell asleep while doing his HW. *checks her YM and sees that he's been idle for an hour and a half* X3 I, on the other hand, can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where exactly did I go, for two weeks? I haven't been showing my face around anywhere lately, except for maybe in RF, but that's only so often. I've been hiding. &lt;em&gt;I've been trying to recover. &lt;/em&gt;I just don't have any motivation whatsoever to do the things I used to do so fervently, like blogging and chatting and whatnot. Actually, I've written a few posts in my notebooks, but by the time I get home, it's as if what I wrote doesn't apply anymore. Like everything was different from when I was writing that particular post. Now everything that happened in the past two weeks seems so lost to me. Well, not entirely, since I managed to write down the more important things.. I'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply, I've been pretty depressed for the past two weeks. Until now, actually. I'd like to think that this is just my hormones screwing me over, but it hasn't been this bad for a long while. And I can tell that it's bad because the people around me are starting to point it out to me. Even my mom asked me if I was ok. They say that a mother can see right through her child/children, but most of the time I get by without letting my mom notice the dark, ominous clouds that frequently hover about my head. Despite the fact that she barely sees me nowadays, she still noticed. &lt;em&gt;That's not good, in my book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is so far the worst day I've had in a long time. Nothing actually went wrong. Technically, everything went just fine. But when I got home, all I could do was sit in my computer chair and cry. The fact that the whole of last week was utter crap had dawned on me. I hadn't done &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. I wasn't eating right. Either I was eating too much or I wasn't eating at all, until I felt like I was about to pass out. At one point I nearly did, in front of this PC. Luckily I had a pack of peanut butter Creams in my bag, and that got me through the night. I kept on questioning myself. More than I ever have before. My personality, my principles, my attitude, everything. Was there something I needed to change in who I was? Do people genuinely like me? What do people &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; think about me? What do people think of how I act with those I care about? These are questions I never really bothered myself with, because I didn't have a reason to be bothered by them. Generally, everyone seemed to like me for who I was. If there were those who didn't, well, I never knew about it, so it never posed a problem for me. &lt;strong&gt;I actually didn't care if people didn't like me for who I was. &lt;/strong&gt; It's like what Dr. Seuss said: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; There was no one I needed to impress. There was no one whose acceptance I felt I needed. This changed, though. And this is the reason why I'm in this rut at the moment. Still, I'm sure there are some people who like me as I am. :)&lt;blockquote&gt;"I love you. And you know that. I'd always accept you for who you are, or who you &lt;em&gt;may &lt;/em&gt;be. X3"&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;3 Thanks, hun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the post I wrote 6 days ago, in one of my school notebooks. (I've 3, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I had a wonderful weekend last weekend. Even though it was pretty chaotic, I had a lovely time with Ginno at my house. We ate strawberry pocky, and he brought me a pack of Choc-nut along with Turtle. He brought the Choc-nut because I told him that in my entire stay in this country, I've never eaten Choc-nut. Kinda freaky, but true. They're still on my desk; I don't know if I should break my record or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Susan, Louie, and Dillon were there too. On the same night, Uncle Julie and Auntie Janine came, and a few days after they had arrived, Auntie Susan and my two cousins left, only to be replaced by Auntie Evan and Ysmaelle. Starting today though, life will return to normal, as our relatives have evacuated our house for the sanctuary of some spiffy hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out of the loop since Monday. Explains why I've been missing online lately. I've been trying to keep myself busy to keep my mind off of a lot of things, but honestly, it's not going too well. One thing that keeps on disrupting my train of thought is &lt;strong&gt;'You reap what you sow.'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;We are responsible for what we do. We must face the consequences of our actions.&lt;/em&gt; This is actually the first time I've been hit this hard by this particular saying. There are a number of things I know that I am at fault for, but I can't dwell on these things as I'll just drive myself as well as others insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic how we fall victim to the very things we are told, taught, trained, and repeatedly reminded not to do, or to be careful of. I remember this one time when my dad handed me a razor after I asked for it. I needed it to cut some loose threads from the bag I had brought with me at the time. My dad told me to be careful, and I rolled my eyes, thinking, &lt;em&gt;'Geez, I'm not that stupid.'&lt;/em&gt;, but the next thing I knew I had blood dripping from one of my fingers. It's moments like these that make you realize that, damn, &lt;strong&gt;I am stupid&lt;/strong&gt;, and you don't know whether to curse or thank the universe for conspiring against you in order to teach you a lesson.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually a few more paragraphs after that, but it's a bunch of crap. Let's just leave it there for now, since it's already 4 in the morning and I have other things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy Birthday to Racine. :) We went to Laguna on Saturday, and had a lot of fun there swimming and singing. Also watched FMA and ate too much. Still fun. =p I wish Ginno could have come, although I've no idea how we would have fit in the car. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I applied for The Flame, the official publication of the Faculty of Arts and Letters? (Hahaha, how barfish-ly formal.) Well, I got the results last week via text, and I got in. I'm the only layout/graphics applicant that passed. I'm not sure if I'm the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; applicant, though. Lol. I'm not sure when I'm officially a Flame-r (lol), I guess I'll just have to wait for official announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's 4:30am. I've class until 7pm, so if I want to retain my sanity throughout all my classes I should try and sleep now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115256404087683843?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115256404087683843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115256404087683843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115256404087683843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115256404087683843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-infinitely-interesting.html' title='Of the Infinitely Interesting'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115160601006314877</id><published>2006-06-30T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:15.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Third Eye Blind ~ Faster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day by waking up late. XP I was supposed to leave the house with Coco at 6, &lt;strong&gt;but I woke up at 6&lt;/strong&gt;. How typically me. Luckily for me, I had fixed all my stuff the night before, and so all I had to do was jump out of my pajammy-jams, wash my face, brush my teeth, grab my stuff and go. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was tiring. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm obviously not that physically active anymore. Our Prof, Prof. Adri, had us mess around for our first meeting, so that we could get the feel of the ball and stuff. When I first saw her, I &lt;em&gt;swore&lt;/em&gt; she was a guy. @_@ I even argued with Coco about it. XD "No Coco, our Prof is a guy! @_@" After running halfway across the field, nearly slipping in the mud and bouncing the ball on my knee and my head, we were dismissed after a short talk. I hit the showers, and went straight to the mass that was being held for the Freshies. I made it in time for the Oathtaking of the Society and Org officers. We took our oath at the back though, since we all got there late. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at FrioMixx, went to the Library for a while to work on our Math assignment (which I did horribly on anyway ~_~). Then class. Philo, counted the number of times Sir Maisog said 'oke'. The end count reached 200+. We seriously have nothing better to do. XD Then Math, English, History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco and I went to the carpark to wait for her mum. We decided to wait inside Ice Monster, and I ended up spending that last of all my money on a Cookies and Cream Ice. XD It's really cozy in the Ice Monster at UST. I'd like my room to be somewhat like how it is there. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are back from the province. I forgot to mention that they left on monday for Bicol to attend a wedding. They're back now, but now our maids are leaving. D: oooo. It's back to dishwashing for me, I guess. XP Lsjfoaignlfk. XD AND TUB SCRUBBING! D: Ghad no. Tomorrow my dad is going to pick up my aunt and two of my cousins from the airport, and they'll be staying here until the 4th. Auntie Susan was a neighbor of ours when we were in Japan. :D Actually, she wasn't a neighbor, but the base wasn't that big, so her house was walking distance. And she's bringing two of my cousins, Louie and Dillon. Louie is 20 something, and is in the US Military. He's tall, dark, formerly married and most likely pretty buff. XD INTIMIDATING, YES? And Dillon, well, I'm not sure how old Dillon is now. O_o He's probably...12? *shrug* I expect them to be bugging Jeth more than they'll be bugging me. XD Which is a good thing, since I'm bringing Ginno to the house on Saturday. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I wasn't really in a good mood. One of the professors of the first year Asian Studies people really ticked me off. &gt;_&lt; Earlier I said there was a mass. After the mass, it was announced that classes for the freshmen would resume at 11:30 for a lunch break. This particular professor of the freshies had a class with them at 10-11:30. He disregarded the announcement and started his class at 10, and all the freshmen who arrived late got a 60 in their recitation grade. The thing that reaaaaaaally ticked me off was the fact that he told them that &lt;strong&gt;if they tried to tell anyone about what had happened, tried to make 'sumbong', he'd personally lower their grade, even flunk them.&lt;/strong&gt; I mean, wtf man? I can understand terror profs that are just really strict, but that is just abuse of power. People like that shouldn't be professors ANYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, my sched is really starting to get to me. I'm really starting to feel overwhelmed. I guess it's because last year I had a lot of free time, since classes started in the morning and ended at lunch time. But now that my classes are in the afternoon, it feels as if all my free time has gone flying off somewhere. Time management, anyone? Fricken hell, I'm going to get through this evil year. &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Ginno once I got home, and my BV-ness showed. XP He put up with me for a while and in the end made me feel better. X3 Sometimes I get overwhelmed with how spontaneous my life seems to get. I dunno, it's like you plan something, then something else pops up, and screws up your whole sched, then you have to find a way to get the two things to jive with each other. As much as possible, I hate having to bump off things I've already had planned. I can endure being busy, I just really hate it when things start to &lt;em&gt;overlap&lt;/em&gt;. Even if the things I've to do come one after the other, I'm ok with it as long as they've got their own designated time, and the time is enough for the occasion. I'm just so used to things magically working out for me that when things start to get all jumbled up, I get really irritated. (Who wouldn't?) I suppose I should get myself used to the reality that things don't always work out the way we want them to. (We just have to make the most of what &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;end up working out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/starquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/Pluto.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/starquiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77.html"&gt;The Autist Formerly Known As Tim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ghad. I'ts 2:30. And I'm hungry. XP Time to sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115160601006314877?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115160601006314877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115160601006314877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115160601006314877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115160601006314877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115150592142913448</id><published>2006-06-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:14.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Utada Hikaru ~ Passion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have disappeared lately. I've been writing an extra long post about something kinda important to me, but I haven't gotten around to finishing it. I've been writing it for nearly a week now. XD But I don't want to post it if it's incomplete. I guess the topic which I wrote about can wait for a while longer. To be honest, I'm thinking twice if I should still post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quiz in ASN 202, and I think I did well. The objective part of the quiz was surprisingly not mind boggling, but the essay part required nice, lengthy explanations, and I wasn't really in the mood for expounding on the given topic, so I just gave the gist of what was being asked and seasoned it with a lot of other mumbo jumbo. In Filipino, we found out that we wouldn't be having Prelim nor Final exams, but we'd have to pass a paper by group about the topic which was assigned to us. We ended up with "Kabataan", so I have to research and gather data on the sub-topic assigned to me; Child Abuse. The fact that we won't have Prelims and Finals takes a lot of worry off of my shoulders. XP Maybe I won't flunk Fil1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be playing Soccer with Coco, Ags, and Orange. Omg. XD Since we don't have our PE uniforms yet, I had to borrow a pair of my brother's Claret PE shorts. XD LOL. Crap, I don't have cycling shorts to wear underneath it though. XP Deeeeeeeeeath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to log into the &lt;a href="http://eleap.ust.edu.ph/webapps/portal/frameset.jsp" target="blank"&gt;E-LeAP&lt;/a&gt; site for my NSTP Module 1 Pre-Test, but the darn site won't load. And when it does, I can't log in. XP So much for being high tech. Blah. Stupid site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to &lt;a href="http://www.chemical-rhapsody.blogspot.com" target="blank"&gt;Lei&lt;/a&gt; who just got married! &lt;3 Happy honeymooning~ I expect pictures. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending most of my time doing the daily grind at school. There actually isn't much to say about what's happening at school. =/ Except for the weird things I do with my friends there. The society hasn't been bugging me much lately, but they took down the backdrop I did and replaced it with something else. Makes me wonder why they had me do it in the first place. XP But even if they did take it down, the new one looks better. I plan on getting the picture I submitted of myself back though. XC I applied for a position of Staffer of the AB Student Council, as well as a Layout/Graphics person for the Flame, the newsletter of AB. Part of me kinda regrets applying for these, as I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; get even more busy if I do manage to nab a position as one. But part of me does want to be part of these things. I guess my desire to fit in AB makes me want to do these things. Maybe if I get myself more involved, I'll feel at least a little bit less disconnected from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking. If I do make it to Ateneo, and I do manage to transfer there, wouldn't I be even more alienated there? Being an irregular student and all, I wouldn't really have a stable group of friends, save for Gela, Kari, and the A Bois. But my chances of actually being able to hang out with them most of the time are pretty slim. So I'd be a loner, in ADMU. That's &lt;b&gt;IF&lt;/b&gt; I make it. I also thought about how much I depend on Coco at UST. I depend on her for notes, reminders, ideas, and company. I doubt I'd be that lucky in ADMU. I can't always depend on people. If I do make it to ADMU, I'd be irreg, and I'd have to count only on myself for everything. And I'd get crappy subjects. XD I wonder if I'd be able to pull it off. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep. I've got soccer at 7am tomorrow. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* Being far from him gets pretty hard at times. =/ Darn. I miss you. Can't wait for Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115150592142913448?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115150592142913448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115150592142913448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115150592142913448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115150592142913448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-did-you-go.html' title='Where did you go?'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115133710659617873</id><published>2006-06-26T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:14.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115133710659617873?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115133710659617873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115133710659617873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115133710659617873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115133710659617873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/listening-to-if-there-is-one-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115082225071273284</id><published>2006-06-20T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:14.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Yellowcard ~ Ocean Avenue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had an entry for yesterday, but apparently Blogger lost it. =/ Basically it was about me bitching over how inconsiderate some of my blockmates can be, and how I understood how Chris wanted to quit as our class president, since the class president is basically the slave of the class, and also because our class rarely listens to their class officers. This is pretty bothersome because the possibility of me becoming a class officer is kinda high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I brought my PC back to PC Options. I went there in the morning, before my classes started. Apparently, the vid card they gave me was the one causing all my problems. It was annoying, especially since they were the ones who recommended that video card brand. Even more annoying when the technician tinkering with my PC told me that the particular brand I had was known for being faulty. So why the hell would they recommend it in the first place? XP So anyway, since it's still under warranty, they're replacing it tomorrow. I have to go back there since I forgot to bring the box and all the video card's other accessories. I have to make sure they're not giving me another crappy vid card. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was boring. At 2pm I had to attend a meeting that the AB Student Council was holding regarding the Freshmen Tour. Apparently, I was chosen by my fellow society officers to represent the society at the meeting. So I had to cut the rest of my Philo 5 class to go. I didn't really mind; the only thing that sucked though was the fact that the room where the meeting was in &lt;em&gt;was so darn cold&lt;/em&gt;. D: On Thursday, I'll be one of those touring the freshmen of Asian Studies around the campus from 8-12pm. I have to wear a yellow shirt. (I wanted green, but Literature beat me to it.) &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T HAVE A YELLOW SHIRT&lt;/strong&gt;. X3; (*hinthint* Someone let me borrow, please? X3; ) Hrrrrr. I'm so going to DIE on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-9am  :&lt;/strong&gt; PE, Women's Soccer (CONFLICT; &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-12pm :&lt;/strong&gt; Freshmen Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-7pm  :&lt;/strong&gt; Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKJDFHLSKDJFHIEFSD! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Math class (aced a SW, yay~), then English, then History. Blah. Boring. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been feeling.. pretty listless. I don't know why. O_o I've been getting at least 7 hours of sleep lately, but I still feel lethargic. I guess I'm still getting used to my bed. It's.. high. XD I'm used to having to slump &lt;em&gt;onto&lt;/em&gt; my bed and sometimes &lt;em&gt;diving &lt;/em&gt;into it, not &lt;em&gt;having to climb into it&lt;/em&gt;. I guess it's also because the mattress is new. And because it's a single sized bed. *misses her semi-double bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dreaming. =/ I don't remember my dreams anymore. I've been meaning to keep a dream journal, but I never get around to it. Supposedly, keeping a dream journal helps you in being able to retain the memory of the dreams you've had. I believe that dreams play an important part in reflecting, and now that I'm not remembering my dreams anymore, I feel really uncomfortable. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early and coming home late.. even if it's just the daily grind kind of thing, it gets tiring. &lt;em&gt;Really fast&lt;/em&gt;. Add to that the fact that I've been thinking of a lot of things lately. Which is kinda weird actually, since sometimes I feel like I'm so busy that I don't have time to just sit and stay deep in thought. They're like quick marquees that randomly scroll across my train of thought and distrupt everything that I was thinking of, sending my mind into intellectual chaos. And nothing seems to make sense anymore. It's weird, but not the kind of weird that we all know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, I manage to pick myself up amidst the chaos and continue on. Leaves me feeling pretty dazed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again... &lt;em&gt;Not everything has to make sense&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;go me for contradicting myself&lt;/strong&gt;. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115082225071273284?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115082225071273284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115082225071273284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115082225071273284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115082225071273284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights?'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115055949925464491</id><published>2006-06-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:14.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix Plz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Evan and Jaron ~ The Distance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaaaargh. It's only 10:20 and I'm sleepy already. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with my PC, seriously. It restarts when I start running programs. I have to bring it back to where I bought it from so they can test it and replace the parts that are screwed. XP I am really bummed about it, to be honest. I didn't think that something would go wrong &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of 2nd year was uneventful. Just met a handful of new professors. I can already feel myself slipping into the daily grind. XP Bummer. Seriously. College is a bunch of crap atm, save for my friends. (Who are slowly dwindling in number.) Last year we started with 48 students. 30 are left. What a way to start the school year. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally put up the background I did for the society bulletin board (couldn't have done it without Coco's help. X3), but I couldn't put anything else up because I didn't have what I needed. All I needed was lettering, a description of the course, and pictures of my fellow officers. Come Friday, I still didn't have these, which our President said they'd give. Then our PRO texts, telling me to go to school on Saturday to finish the bulletin board, because she has class then. I told her that I couldn't go, because my 'rents had just left for Baguio, so I had no transpo and I had to watch the house. Which is true. Later she texts that the PROs of the 3rd year blocks would finish the bulletin board, because the bulletin board has to be finished before Monday. I was slightly annoyed, because she hasn't attended a single meeting, she didn't coordinate with me at all until our President bugged her, and I was the one who did the 88" by 33" background of the bulletin board, then she's going to imply that it's my fault that the bulletin board isn't finished yet? But I brush it off and think, well, let's just see what's done by Monday. Then our President texts saying that there's a meeting on Sunday, and that we're to do the video for the General Assembly on Sunday. And how the heck am I supposed to get to G4 at 10:30 in the morning; my 'rents just arrived tonight and it's Father's Day tomorrow. So I told him outright that I couldn't go. Then he replies, saying that my family would understand, that if I was really dedicated to the society, to my work and shiznit, I'd be able to convince my 'rents. At that point I was pretty irked; I know the society is important, but my family is definitely more important. &gt;_&lt; Ok so, he probably wasn't implying that the society is more important than my family, but that's sure how it came out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a few new professors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'am Garcia: NatSci 101&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the upperclassmen she's a nice prof. All you have to do is recite a lot to do well in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Atalia: Filipino 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cool to listen to. Funny too. If you manage to plagiarize something in his class, and he grades it without finding out, you automatically get a 1 in his class. o: And in all his future classes as well. But if you get caught, you automatically get a 5, and aren't allowed to attend any of his classes, ever. He's been doing that for 8 years, and according to him, no one has gotten that 1 yet. Despite the fact that I find him cool so far, I'm scared out of my mind because I'm pretty sure I'm going to flunk FIL1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Dalangin: ASN 202&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. He's kinda old. And boring. But according to my sources, he gives killer quizzes, exams, and oral reports. &gt;_&lt; And when he discusses... he just keeps going, and going, and going. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer 100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know her name. XP But she's talkative. &lt;em&gt;Really talkative.&lt;/em&gt; But it's not annoying or anything. Hopefully Comp 100 will be a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Maisog: Philosophy 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummed that we don't have Sir Pabs this year. I got a 1.25 by sleeping in his class. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'am Ledesma: MATH 102B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems nice enough. Still doesn't change the fact that I absolutely hate math. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's not just a handful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm le uber bummed. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ags let me borrow her DVD of Battle Royale. I plan on watching it... maybe tomorrow. Just not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've talked with Mick (Mick talked to me, actually), and well, I'm glad that things are ok now. As much as possible, I'd like to be on good terms with everyone, but there are some people who just make it so impossible. It doesn't help that the situation is pretty iffy. It's nice to know I can still be friends with some of them, despite the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to take a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115055949925464491?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115055949925464491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115055949925464491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115055949925464491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115055949925464491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/fix-plz.html' title='Fix Plz?'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115020809776798937</id><published>2006-06-13T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:14.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Computer Hum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post from my new PC. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally did get my own PC. I've to strike that off of my list now. XD Many thanks to Racine and Maku who both went with me to Gilmore and helped me get this thing together. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bad timing tho; just when summer came to a close, that's when I just had to get a new PC. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially my last day of summer. Despite the fact that I went to school earlier, it was only for a society meeting, and technically classes haven't started yet. It seems that I've upped myself a notch from being Assistant PRO to being the PRO. XP Which reminds me, I have to get working on the backdrop of the bulletin board for tomorrow. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's as if summer has flown by so fast. One moment it was just starting, and now it's gone. O_o I think that's how it goes for all of us. Summer, while it's here, seems slow. But once it's over, it feels as if it was just a few days. I guess it's because there are so many uneventful days inbetween the eventful days, and when we look back, we only remember the eventful days, making it seem shorter. XD Of course, we can always go with the saying, 'Time flies when you're having fun.' And well, it would fit my situation quite well. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School officially starts tomorrow. I never got around to posting my sched, so here it is. (Thanks Ags XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MWF 11-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS101&lt;br /&gt;FI1&lt;br /&gt;ASN202&lt;br /&gt;COM100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TTh 1-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHL5&lt;br /&gt;MATH102B&lt;br /&gt;ENG102&lt;br /&gt;HST102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursdays from 7am-9am, I've Women's soccer with Coco, Ags, and apparently Orange. XD Well, this'll be fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I've finally organized my room. (Actually, I just stuffed everything into random drawers.) I still need to find out what bed sheets I'll be using. It'll be the first time I sleep here ever since my room underwent its transformation. X3 Omg, SLEEPOVER TIME! (GIIIIIIIIIIRLS 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoooool. Blah. I hope all goes well this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115020809776798937?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115020809776798937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115020809776798937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115020809776798937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115020809776798937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-day-of-summer.html' title='Last Day of Summer'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-115003593358315903</id><published>2006-06-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19000Hz</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Foo Fighters ~ No Way Back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything; &lt;strong&gt;Thanks guys. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, and 'Cheers' to many more. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Earlier the internet was back up. :D Previously it was down, since... Friday. And I went and checked &lt;a href="http://www.thesneeze.com" target="blank"&gt;The Sneeze&lt;/a&gt;. And I read this one post of his concerning a story from London. Basically shopkeepers had been using a high frequency sound to keep teenagers from their stores, because most adults couldn't hear as high a frequency as teens can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to both sound samples, and I could hear them, and yes, they were annoying. XD It's the same sound our TV makes. O_o I eventually went &lt;a href="http://www.ochenk.com/tones" target="blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, where samples of each frequency can be heard. I can barely hear the sample at 19000Hz. So... my frequency threshold is from 18000Hz to 19000Hz. Wala lang. It's interesting. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started moving into my room. :D &lt;strong&gt;I'm amazed; my books actually fit!&lt;/strong&gt; XD I still have a long way to go though, there are still a lot of things I have to put inside. After I blog, I'll be going back to moving in. Lol. XD Tomorrow my new bed will be arriving, and I'll be going out with Racine and Maku to buy my new PC! &lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;OH JOY&lt;/strong&gt;. Right now, I've a wad of cash (amounting to 50k!) in front of me, all of which I'll be spending on a new pc. &gt;:D AHAHAHAHAHAH OMG! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrrr. I promised my mom that I'd be using my new PC for school and stuff.. but well.. what can you do when you're a gamer at heart? X3 I'll probably be playing RO and RF.. Maybe even GW, if I can save up for it. Ayayayayay. X3 I miss my RO characters. XDDD Ano ba yan. XD I want to get Yrael (my battle priestess) to High Priestess, but... it seems so impossible. D: Particularly because her build (my build, lol) is so difficult. XP Tis what I get for pumping Agi and Dex way too high. XD But ergh, I'm sure if I really get around to grinding, I can get her to HP. @_@ Holy shizat, good luck. XD I still have to grind in RF, once I get it on my new PC. Ayayayayay. X3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay. *random* I want Chicken McNuggets. X3 *end random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I saw Gretchie at Greenhills today! Hahaha, I literally squealed when I saw her. &lt;3 Aw, I miss you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gift Gate while I was in Greenhills, and I saw &lt;a href="http://www.san-x.co.jp/newcha/new161.html" target="blank"&gt;THE CUTEST THING EVAR&lt;/a&gt;. If you've seen my phone or Camilla's, you'll know what I'm talking about. I actually thought P-chan (&lt;a href="http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-pains-xp.html" target="blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) was just a random phone accessory, that is, until I stepped into Gift Gate. XD They had all sorts of things. I wanted to get one of the plushies there, but I decided against it because mum was literally pulling me out of the store. XP Lol, this sudden craze of mine reminds me of when I was really into another Sanrio character, &lt;a href="http://www.sanrio.com/main/gallery/characters/pn.html" target="blank"&gt;Purin&lt;/a&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I've to get back to moving into my room. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-115003593358315903?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/115003593358315903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=115003593358315903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115003593358315903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/115003593358315903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/19000hz.html' title='19000Hz'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114999091216260341</id><published>2006-06-11T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:13.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to one month (and a day). Cheers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114999091216260341?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114999091216260341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114999091216260341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114999091216260341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114999091216260341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/listening-to-heres-to-one-month-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114974961159251108</id><published>2006-06-08T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:13.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Duncan Sheik ~ Barely Breathing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hunting for a new layout for quite a while now, and until now I haven't found anything that I feel suits me. I really really have to learn how to do my own layouts, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. A while back I got to reading my past entries. As in, archives. I miss how unbridled I was in blogging back then. O_o I blogged whatever came to mind, and exactly how I felt about it. Now a days, I have to post in cryptic posts. Or post them in LJ. Or not post them at all. Which pretty much defeats the purpose of having a public blog. While I do understand that not all things are meant to be seen by everyone (that's why LJ exists. XD), I just find it sad that I have to limit myself in terms of expressing myself because I know  alot of people read my blog. And I don't have control over who exactly reads my blog. Technically, if someone doesn't like what I post here, all they have to do is not come here any longer. But that's not exactly what I'm trying to get at here.. I doubt I post things that are blatantly insulting to a lot of people anyway. O_o And if I was to insult someone, I'd rather do it in their face. =p So anyway. Got a little sidetracked there. I guess my style in writing has changed ever since I started filtering out what I posted here. I'm not sure if my posts have become more meaningful since then, but oh well. At least they seem a bit more structured now. But is that a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out with my friends to Eastwood. Well, in truth, it wasn't just my girlfriends (8D), but we also had our gheyfriends there too. XD So all in all, it was Gela, Cai, Racine, Kari, Gretchen (GRETCHEN *love* XD), Maku, Gab, Convi, Berbi, Ryan, Losman, Niko (amirite? O_o) and Conx. And myself. So. We were more like a mob really. XD ("&lt;em&gt;I thought this was an all-girls thing? XD&lt;/em&gt;") We ate at the never-dying Fazoli's, and watched Take the Lead. Dancing is leik... &lt;strong&gt;uber sexy&lt;/strong&gt;. XD It's amazing how passionate people can be about things, may it be dance, art, music, taking the trash out or whatever. To be honest, it makes me jealous. X3 Another thing I found out; mini-skirts really aren't me. &lt;strong&gt;I know they're supposed to make 'things' &lt;em&gt;easier&lt;/em&gt;, but it just makes things &lt;u&gt;harder for me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Grarg. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mum said I had to wake up early because Marcelo was going to give me my mirror and install my desk lights, but lo and behold... he's not here. XD So much for moving into my room by Wednesday. I still need my bed. Graaa, I might just go with a metal frame bed, even if it doesn't have a headboard, then I'll just place all my knickknacks on a side table or something. I just want to move into my room already. XD I actually got around to cleaning up the studyroom. I fixed the bed here for the first time since I started sleeping here. XD Geez. I took out the trash as well, same goes for the bathroom, and restocked it while I was at it. Finally, Jeth and I can stop stealing toilet paper from each other. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've gotten to thinking about the things this house needs, I realize how much work has to be done around here. O_o Apparently the bathroom here leaks into the garage. The light in the other bathroom has been dead for &lt;strong&gt;nearly 4 months now.&lt;/strong&gt; The fridge needs to be cleaned out. The dirty kitchen needs to be.. uh, cleaned. XD The whole house is being invaded by ants. &gt;_&lt; The former Playstation room is just a pile of junk. XP Why didn't we fix these during the summer? @_@ Seriously speaking, we &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to get rid of some of the junk here. There's just no more space for it all anymore. =/ But knowing us.. we'll just find new places to stash it all. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114974961159251108?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114974961159251108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114974961159251108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114974961159251108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114974961159251108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/layout-blues.html' title='Layout Blues'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114959021858596551</id><published>2006-06-06T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:13.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Busy Week"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Franz Ferdinand ~ What You Meant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, this week was supposed to be uber busy for me, but since the meeting for our society was cancelled (which was supposed to be today), and because I wasn't allowed to go to Nueva Ecija to visit RJ (sorry Coco D: ), my so-called busy week went *poof*. So instead my mum and I have been using the time to look for a smaller bed for my room. Currently I'm using a semi-double, and it's just too big now, since my desk turned out larger than we expected. We've also been looking for a mirror, since my old vanity mirror is no longer in my room. It's actually the absence of these two things that keep me from moving back into my room. I'm also waiting for Rico to install the desk lights we bought yesterday. If Rico really does install the desk light tomorrow, I'll start moving in my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I seriously need to move out of the study room. O_o n my stay here, I've killed 2 medium sized roaches. (Thank God I always wear slippers now a days) And... I just saw another one. @_@ Graaaa, where the hell are these buggers coming from? My best bet would be something connected to the bathroom here. XP Or it could be the candy wrapper filled trash can next to me. (Which has the first roach I killed laying at the bottom. Yay for Bath and Linen spray! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... I'll continue later. I've to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying.. XD Hrrr, I bet it's because I eat here. XD *bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Imma play RO now. XD Oh yez, new PC, I can just feel myself basking in your presence... &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114959021858596551?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114959021858596551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114959021858596551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114959021858596551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114959021858596551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/busy-week.html' title='&quot;Busy Week&quot;'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114933766652087828</id><published>2006-06-03T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:13.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderstorms</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Utada Hikaru ~ Passion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining a lot recently. I hope this doesn't continue on to the first week of classes. =/ Rain isn't exactly that welcome at UST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've finished with the desk, and the paint as well. So basically, my room is hanky-panky. :D The green turned out to be a bit duller than I expected tho, so instead of apple green, it looks more like olive green. XP It still looks ok tho. My room seems a bit darker now, since before I used to have a light shade of grey-ish blue on my wall. To remedy that, I'm thinking of where I can place lamps and other things to brighten it up. :D Tomorrow Mum and I are going to Evar to look for a bed, a mirror, and.. other stuff. Yeah. XD I'll prolly move in by Wednesday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Blog latar. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://world2.monstersgame.co.uk/?ac=vid&amp;vid=31028466" target="blank"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114933766652087828?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114933766652087828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114933766652087828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114933766652087828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114933766652087828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/thunderstorms.html' title='Thunderstorms'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114924519972026101</id><published>2006-06-02T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:09.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cebu (continued~!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Legend of Mana OST - Distant Truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer continuation. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013758.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013769.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013780.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013786.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013793.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013793.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013803.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013820.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appluad you for getting to the end of this post. XD Well, all in all, that was my trip to Cebu. =p I had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114924519972026101?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114924519972026101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114924519972026101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114924519972026101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114924519972026101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/06/cebu-continued.html' title='Cebu (continued~!)'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114904531312976214</id><published>2006-05-31T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:09.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cebu Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Creed ~ One Last Breath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm lazy to type up my whole trip, I'll just let these pictures speak for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013345.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013347.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013349.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013352.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013374.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013386.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013389.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... well, it looks like the Blogger photo uploading thingie isn't working right now so... these pics will have to do for now. I'll try uploading the rest later. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114904531312976214?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114904531312976214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114904531312976214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114904531312976214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114904531312976214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/cebu-trip.html' title='Cebu Trip'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114891169339960758</id><published>2006-05-29T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:08.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have now landed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Cebu. And I'm tired. I'll blog tomorrow. Or something. Basta. X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114891169339960758?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114891169339960758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114891169339960758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114891169339960758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114891169339960758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-have-now-landed.html' title='We have now landed...'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114866689966999310</id><published>2006-05-27T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance dance~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: ~ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced at Rockwell today. XD And after we were done performing, a woman I didn't know came up to me and said I danced really well. LOL OMG. XD *proud* I might just keep on going with this Jazz thing. It was really fun being very suggestive in front of little children in tutus. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. I'm leaving the house for the airport at around 6. Shutterbug plz! I'll be sure to take lotsa pics. :3 I've space for 1800+ anyway. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cebu, here I come~ See y'all in 2 days! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114866689966999310?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114866689966999310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114866689966999310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114866689966999310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114866689966999310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/dance-dance.html' title='Dance dance~!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114847816093539937</id><published>2006-05-24T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:08.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back pains XP</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Hawthorne Heights ~ Saying Sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh. My back hurts. My horrible posture is taking it's toll on me. XP Ah ghaaaaaaaad. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought herself a spiffy new phone today. o: And as promised, I got her Nokia 7360. XD So I have a spiffy phone too! Yeeeeeh. I had a hard time saying goodbye to my &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com.ph/nokia/0,,73980,00.html" target="blank"&gt;Nokia 6030&lt;/a&gt; tho. XP Its simplicity makes it lurvable. Besides that, I had some messages that're saved on the phone's memory, so I didn't know how I'd transfer them to my new phone. XP I suppose I should make use of my extra inbox that GLOBE has provided me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/P1013291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/P1013291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new phone, with the black piggy, P-chaan~ Mum likes to bully my piggy keychain. XD I'm also thinking of a name for my phone. Tis something I picked up from Ginno. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~ I've cleaned out my room. It's now 90% cleaned out. All I need to do is move the furniture out. And now the guest room is a total mess. XD Filled with my junk, it is. I'll be documenting the revamp of my room, and I'll post them here when I get around to it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I've practice from 1-4:30pm. D: Oh ghaad. Imma deeei. I can feel it. XP Friday is the day I will REALLY dei tho. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dancing. Swaying hips from side to side. Coaxing the audience with a curled finger. Stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things to be seen on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114847816093539937?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114847816093539937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114847816093539937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114847816093539937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114847816093539937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-pains-xp.html' title='Back pains XP'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114839490194506894</id><published>2006-05-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:08.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cebuuuu~</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Vanessa Mae ~ Art of War&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I haven't been listening to my Vanessa Mae collection lately. O_o She's kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hype about The Da Vinci Code, I still haven't gotten to watch the movie. That's because when we were going to watch it in Rockwell, the ticket lady wouldn't sell my mum a ticket for me. XD Which was annoying, because technically I am pretty much 18 already. But I didn't have my UST ID with me, so I really couldn't do much. So while they watched, I ended up walking around Rockwell by my lonesome. I figure I'll be watching TDVC with my girls on a DVD. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I moved out of my room. I started packing up my stuff and transferring them to the guest room down the hall. As of now my room is 70% empty. I took down all my posters and wall scrolls, my stuffed toys in the bay window are no longer there (I can actually sit on my bay window thingie now o: ), the bookshelf next to the door is 50% clear, and my vanity mirror is free of all the bottles that used to be there. O_o I'm going to take a picture of it before everything is moved out. Just to take out all the stuff on top of my vanity mirror, it took me... 7 paper bags. XD And it took me several trips to remove all the CDs I had on my book shelf. I guess it's only now that I realize the multitude of junk I actually have in my room. XD Well, when I start moving back in, I can filter out the stuff I really don't need anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mum woke me up at 7 in the morning. XD Graaa. So early. At 10, Dad and I went to SM Fairview to buy a pair of plain jazz pants. The ones I currently own have a white stripe down the side, and I can't wear those on Friday when we perform. So I bought a pair, and Dad and I separated. He went to the grocery, and told me to walk around because he'd only take a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, it seems that as much as I hate walking around malls by myself, it always happens to me. O_o And I can't shop by myself. XP It's hard. XD I need someone with me when I shop! (GIIIIIRLS 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmayghad, iichan.net is back up. &lt;3 It's been down for the longest time, and I had to resort to visiting 4chan again. XP But now iichan is back up and now I have my Male/Male and Het. Romance back. &lt;3 And Happy Sex for the guys. XD LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the sudden urge to start baking. O_o I think this was after I confessed to my family that I loved the smell of fresh bread, add to that the fact that I had a really yummy experience with my Mum in French Baker not to far back. I was also out stalking people on LJ, when I read an entry about how the poster baked an Almond Yogurt Cake. XD Now do you feel the urge to bake?! LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think we're going out to buy my Mum a new phone. o: That means I get her current phone. o:! Well, if that pushes through... yay. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed! We're going to Cebu this Saturday! :D I have to be packed by Thrusday. :3 I'm excited! I'm planning on meeting a guildmate of mine there. Hahaha! That'd be cool if we really did meet up. :3 Mum started working on out Last Will and Testament tho. I accidentally found it next to the PC, and read through it a bit. It was kinda of unsettling, even if I know that it has to be done. I hope that everything goes well when we go to Cebu and come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114839490194506894?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114839490194506894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114839490194506894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114839490194506894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114839490194506894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/cebuuuu.html' title='Cebuuuu~'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114814226890387848</id><published>2006-05-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:08.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy for the last few days, and I'm not really used to that. XD I'm starting to feel the effects of sleeping late, waking up early and always going out. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Racine, who's currently stuck at home because she's sick. And now Gela and I feel like we're getting sick too, even if it isn't the same sickness that Racine has right now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graaa, I'm still going out with my family tomorrow because it's Sunday. Hrrrr. And they aren't even home yet. XD They went to this dinner party thing. Lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARGGH I'M TIRED. G'NIGHT! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114814226890387848?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114814226890387848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114814226890387848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114814226890387848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114814226890387848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114805265844126702</id><published>2006-05-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:07.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now. I woke up at 6 in the morning so that Dad, Mum and I could go to Diamond Hotel to get our military IDs renewed. It only took us a few minutes because we had all our papers in order. My civilian ID now expires in 2009, when I turn 21. For a while I just sat in one of the chairs there, just fiddling with my ID in my hands. I thought for a while how a lot of people would kill for the card I had in my hands. The ID granted me access to a lot of services that are strictly for military personnel and those whom they sponsor. As a child, I am one of those sponsored by my father. The thought bothered me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had Jazz at 1. After a short warm up, we went straight to dancing the whole routine. It was tiring, no doubt. But I've pretty much memorized the whole thing already. :D Which is good. On the final run, I didn't make any mistakes. *proud* Lol. XD After Jazz, I went straight home and got ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari and Gela picked me up, and we made our way to Katipunan to pick up Ryan at McDo. We then went to Shang, where we met up with Berbi, Losman, Enzo, and eventually Conx. We didn't end up staking or watching a movie tho. We were too indecisive for that. We ate at TokyoTokyo, and went to Ice Monster afterwards and stayed there for the rest of the night. We went home at around 9, and Gela, Kari and I hung out at Royale for a while. It started to rain (right on cue), and we decided to go home. Luckily, we beat the rain to my house, so I didn't get soaked while I broke into my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gela, Kari. :) We should have a sleepover with the whole gang before school starts. I miss you all. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. not my usual descriptive post. I'm so tired right now; all I want to do now is take a shower and bury myself under my bed sheet. Sleeping these bad feelings off isn't always going to work. I know that sooner or later I'm going to have to face the things that I run away from when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a lot of things right now.&lt;/em&gt; Like a hug. And some tissue. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114805265844126702?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114805265844126702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114805265844126702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114805265844126702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114805265844126702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/useless-thoughts.html' title='Useless Thoughts'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114796533014682977</id><published>2006-05-18T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:07.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Bum, Half Master Jazzer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Switchfoot ~ The Beautiful Letdown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amp yan. XD Pero whatever. It's not going to change the way things are now. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeh, more vagueness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Jazz was tiriiiiiiing. Shet. We've gone through the whole song already. Everything's choreographed now. But I still have quite a lot to memorize. XP Loool, our dance has a lot of... suggestive moves. LOL. HAHAHA. XD Hoghad. Anyway. There's a lot of pressure at the moment; the presentation is going to be next week already. Thursday is our last practice, being from 1-4:30pm. x_x Hopefully I'll have it perfected by then. If not, I'm totally screwed. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, all I did was re-watch The Vision of Escaflowne on my PC. XD Aah, I seriously will not stop loving that series. X3 I've decided to look for an official DVD of it once I get my PC. &gt;:3 Speaking of PC, the painting of my room was delayed. ~_~ I'm uber bummed. The rebirth of my room has to start with a new paint job. I'm hoping it'll start by the time school starts. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become quite addicted to water. O_o Drinking it, I mean. XD I was supposed to drink strictly water for 2 weeks (which ended last week). Well, I didn't follow it to the dot, but after that I stopped drinking anything else other than water when I'm at home. Sometimes I drink up to 4 glasses in one sitting. @_@ Freaky. XD Well, at least it's healthy. Lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like the plans for going to Cebu are going to push through. :D Finally, I'll be able to go somewhere 'summery' this summer. XD Hopefully I won't get too much sun tho. XP I'm still recovering from my trip to Pampanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm waking up at 6. I told myself I was going to sleep at 10, but we all know that didn't happen. XD I'm going to go with my Dad to get my ID renewed. It's supposed to expire in 2008, but the lady my Dad talked with when he and Jeth went there said that I could have it renewed so that it'd expire in 2010, when I turn 21. Besides that, I think I look fat in my current ID. XD Damn 2004 haircut. XD After that I go to Jazz, then I go out with my girls to Mega to go ice skating or to Shang or where ever we're going to. XD Yah. Sounds like fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, I should go now. It's 11. XD Crap. I still have to eat. And take a shower. Hrrrr. So much for sleeping at 10. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114796533014682977?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114796533014682977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114796533014682977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114796533014682977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114796533014682977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/half-bum-half-master-jazzer.html' title='Half Bum, Half Master Jazzer'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114785725548702940</id><published>2006-05-17T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:07.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Shopping~</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Tyler Hilton &amp; Bethany Joy Lenz ~ Whent the Stars Go Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Greenhills with my Mum and Dad today. After sooooo loooong, I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; have Jazz shoes. &lt;em&gt;Ano ba yan Ria.&lt;/em&gt; XD After that, we went shopping~! :D Originally it was supposed to be only for my cousin who's coming with her mum from the states next month, but since I'm trying to cycle out my old clothes from my closet, I convinced my mum to buy stuff for me as well. XD In the end I was able to get two shirts, a bag, and teh Jazz shoes. But the Jazz shoes aren't really counted. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. Yeah. That's all I did today. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;3 eating at Mexicali.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114785725548702940?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114785725548702940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114785725548702940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114785725548702940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114785725548702940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-shopping.html' title='More Shopping~'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114779111350648428</id><published>2006-05-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:07.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today = Not my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Lost Prophets ~ Lucky You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperately looking for a new layout. Blogskins.com isn't really helping much; Most the the skins there aren't in my taste. I really should get around to making my own layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much today. I just stayed home with mum. She had me cook dinner; Sinigang. It wasn't that hard. Mum talked about going to Cebu right before school starts. They had planned it for next week, 23-27th, I think, but I burst that bubble of thought when I told them I still had Jazz then. Although Mum didn't say anything, I was sure that she was frustrated with me. Now they're trying to see if they can schedule it next next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I found out that RJ, one of my close friends at UST, isn't going to continue studying here. When Coco text me with the news, I didn't know how to react. I text RJ, and I ended up being the one being comforted. XP Apparently, his parents don't want him to continue studying here because it's expensive. Which I can't blame them for, because it is pretty much true. Coco plans on going to Nueva Ecija to visit RJ before school starts. I told her to keep me updated, so if ever I might come along as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty crushed at the moment. &lt;em&gt;Iilan na nga lang friends ko sa UST, mababawasan pa sila.&lt;/em&gt; Tina, Jumbo, Keith, now RJ? I also know for a fact that I lost some blockmates from last sem, I just don't know who exactly. Another thing I know for sure is that we were shuffled with with the other ASN section, which we aren't really in good terms with. (Yay for section rivalry~) So there's a possibility that what's left of the Chillax Brigade won't be together anymore. As of now, the number one thing I'm afraid of is being isolated in a different section from my friends, Coco most especially. She's probably the sole reason why I'm still partially sane, being because I get along with her the best. She's also my conscience when it comes to studying. XP I honestly don't know how I'd survive if I wasn't with them. I know I sound uber whiney right now, but to be honest, I don't really like UST that much. I mean, yeah, it's a very nice college and all, but it's not me. There are only a few reasons why I'm still studying at UST, and it seems that slowly, these reasons are being crossed out. ~_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114779111350648428?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114779111350648428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114779111350648428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114779111350648428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114779111350648428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-not-my-day.html' title='Today = Not my day'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114771514998865375</id><published>2006-05-16T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:06.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SM North</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Armor for Sleep ~ Walking at Night, Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari kidnapped me and we went to SM North with Cai and Ate Sunny. Yeah. XD I was uber hyper. Cai and Kari are my witnesses. I think it was the Tuna I had for lunch. :-? Anyway, we ate at McDo. 15pcs Chicken McNuggets for the win~ XD I think I accidentally ate 6 pcs instead of the 5 as we had agreed upon. But no one remembered how many pcs they had eaten, so that wasn't really much of a problem. We walked around more, me harassing them 80% of the time. XD We went home after meeting Ate Sunny at the Food Court, and we bought McFlurries before we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that eventful, but it was fun nonetheless. Sure beats bumming at home. I DIDN'T SPEND ANYTHING TODAY! XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114771514998865375?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114771514998865375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114771514998865375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114771514998865375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114771514998865375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/sm-north.html' title='SM North'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114762319553628397</id><published>2006-05-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: The Verve ~ Bitter Sweet Symphony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mum's day to all the Mum's out there! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up kinda late today. XD I woke up at 10, and we were supposed to leave the house at 10:30. Luckily for me, I'm pretty much used to rushing, so I was able to get myself ready by then. I rushed downstairs and gave my gift (as well as Ginno's) to my mum before we left for Shangrila. I had tied them together with a ribbon I had, and attached a small card to it. (Being a pack rat is good, if you can remember where you stash everything. XD) I wasn't sure if she already had what we had gotten for her, so I was kinda worried. Again, I was lucky and she didn't have them. X3 And she like them too! So thar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Shangrila. Attended Mass there, then had lunch at Red Crab. Mum bought tickets for MI3, so Mum and I walked around until the movie was to start. I told her I wasn't single anymore, and she took it really well and told me that she was happy for me. :3 Thanks Mum. She was also glad that I was now bisexual instead of lesbian. XDD (GIRLS! 8D) After a while, she went to the comfort room, and I was left ourside, waiting for her. I leaned against a wall while I did. And I kept on getting a lot of looks from people. &gt;_&gt; I made sure that I wasn't doing anything I wasn't supposed to be doing. o_o Shangrila makes me so paranoid. The moment Mum came out, I was all clingy and whiney; "Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuum! DON'T EVER LEAVE ME BY MYSELF! D:" And she laughed and said that she wouldn't. She would later on tho. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We watched MI3, while Jeth watched The Wild (he had already watched MI3) Twas pretty good. Lotsa action. Yeah. I know I'm a horrible movie critic. XD After the movie, Jeth was complaining about feeling sick, so we went home. The trip home was a complete disaster. Road rage the whole way. Jeth and Dad were just feeding each other's tempers. And Jeth was being completely immature. I swear, if I didn't have any self-control, I would have smacked him to see if that would bring some sense into him. I mean, when we got home, he kicked one of the resident cats because it was sitting on our other car. He even threw rocks at it! I can't believe him. I'm just waiting for the day someone or something will make him &lt;strong&gt;grow up.&lt;/strong&gt; I've given up being civil with him; when he's being an ass, I tell him he's being an ass. XP Hay grabe. o_o; I'd consider him a lost cause, if he wasn't my brother. I guess this is why I hate seeing other people lose their tempers; it reminds me of what I have to put up with at home. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting of my room is supposed to start tomorrow, but I kinda doubt that it will. I asked my mum about it, and she said that Marcelo hadn't contacted her yet. The Soc Meeting I was supposed to go to was also cancelled; Marvin told me he was stranded in Masbate because of the Typhoon. XP Now Kari is asking me to go with her to SM North to be a 4th wheel. She's the 3rd wheel eh. XD I actually don't know anything about the whole thing; all I know is if I do go, Kari's taking me somewhere and taking me home afterwards. XD Un lang. Ah well. Sounds better than bumming at home, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Mum's Day once again~ :3 I'll just see what happens tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114762319553628397?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114762319553628397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114762319553628397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114762319553628397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114762319553628397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114751447390584288</id><published>2006-05-13T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:06.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signal number... what was it again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: PC Grinding O_o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that it was windy and rainy all day today, I still went out to Glorietta and had my share of fun thar. &lt;3 I shall not elaborate. This post will remain purposely vague. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PC is currently making &lt;em&gt;grinding &lt;/em&gt;sounds. That can't be good. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114751447390584288?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114751447390584288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114751447390584288&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114751447390584288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114751447390584288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/signal-number-what-was-it-again.html' title='Signal number... what was it again?'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114744639233131077</id><published>2006-05-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:06.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Michelle Branch ~ Drop in the Ocean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz had me feeling a bit better; it got my blood running, and the exercise made me feel better as well. Our original choreography had to be changed because the music was scrapped. The beat is extremely fast (for me at least), and it's pretty hard to keep up with everyone else. Even so, I can say that I've improved a lot from when I first started. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, the adrenaline rush was gone, so I was in a slump once more. I watched TV and used the PC for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6, I went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still raining, but not that hard, and the lightning was gone. Tiger was there too, but she was scared stiff of my umbrella. So~ I just walked about the coldesac in front of our house. I could imagine our neighbors looking out their windows at me, thinking I was out of my mind to let myself get wet in the rain. Well, I can't really blame them if ever, as rain in this country usually spells either colds, floods, or humidity. Which I myself have had the pleasure of experiencing. But even so, I still love the rain. I let myself get wet a bit. I closed the umbrella at one point, and all I could hear was the rain falling. Twas lovely. I remember when I was still in Japan, I used to walk to and from school in the rain. Snow, even. Lol, 4th, 5th grade? I miss that. The smell fo fresh rain is quite refreshing, and it made me feel better, even if it made me reminisce a bit more than I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Tuna and crackers for dinner. I washed the dishes, and went up. I found out that one of my favorite pairs of pants was missing. I actually got quite worked up just looking for it. XD But seriously, I looked everywhere, and I couldn't find it. I even raided my brother's closet, to no avail. o_o; It makes me wonder where the hell they actually went. Great, now the outfit I had set for tomorrow is no more. XD Hrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I smell pizza. Great, I'm hungry now. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114744639233131077?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114744639233131077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114744639233131077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114744639233131077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114744639233131077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114740912563999179</id><published>2006-05-12T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:06.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Ceiling fan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes before Jazz class.. I obviously don't have anything better to do. I'm suck a geek. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up twas raining.. I didn't think that the rain would last until the morning. I actually wasn't sure if it was raining or not, so I turned off my AC just to make sure. And well, it was. I stayed in bed for another 2 hours after that. I seriously just wanted it to keep on raining, and I just wanted to stay in bed all day. Which kind of told me that I was kind of... &lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 15 minutes are up. Let's see how the rest of the day goes, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114740912563999179?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114740912563999179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114740912563999179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114740912563999179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114740912563999179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114736370121734826</id><published>2006-05-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeminly Decent Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Rei Fu ~ Life is Like a Boat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood swing. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Decent post plz. After what seemed to be forever, it's finally started to rain. I missed the rain. :P I can't go out tho because there's lightning, and because it's almost midnight. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start exercising more often. Just a thought I thought of during Jazz. I'm not as flexible as I used to be. XP And I get tired pretty easily. It's hard to believe I used to love gymnastics. And that once I knew how to tap dance. XDD Yes kiddies, once upon a time, I used to tap dance. I don't anymore tho, lol. What a waste. =/ Either way, when school comes around, I won't have time to really exercise. Which is sad. I'll just have to make the most of walking around UST and working around the house. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another delivery of shoes arrived, so mum had me stick stickers on them. Nothing really special about that, but I just felt like telling the whold world that other than washing the dishes, ironing clothes, and mopping floors, I stick stickers on ladies' footwear. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Mum bought herself a &lt;a href="http://www.europe.nokia.com/nokia/0,,82499,00.html" target="blank"&gt;Nokia 7360&lt;/a&gt;. So now both mum and dad have spiffy phones. XD But earlier today Mum's phone hung on her, and she couldn't open the case to remove the battery. So she was all bitchy about how unreliable the phone was turning out to be, and thought out loud about &lt;em&gt;giving the phone to me&lt;/em&gt;. I know I was pretty crazy about it before, but now I know I can survive without it. XD So I don't really care if she does. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a spiffy phone for once. :P I just have to get her something nice for Mother's Day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took photos of my room, so I can compare how it looks now to how it'll look after the paint job. I'd post them here, but I'm not sure if I should. My sanctuary, exposed! XD Besides that, there are all these weird things in my room I'm not sure I should show to the whole world. I completely forgot to clean my room before I took the pics, so there are all these weird, random things on my desk. Like a sock (a clean one XD), and a busted lightbulb. My vanity mirror isn't any better. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrrr. There's not much more to say. I'm not really in the mood to blog anyway, despite the attitude I seem to have in my previous paragraphs. O_o I've been thinking of a few things lately, and &lt;a href="hitaka.livejournal.com" target="blank"&gt;Racine's&lt;/a&gt; post about her course has gotten me thinking about what to do about &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; college dilemma. The fact that I read &lt;a href="http://manga.clone-army.org/nana.php" taget="blank"&gt;Nana's Everyday Life&lt;/a&gt; again doesn't help with my mood swing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tis 12 and I've Jazz tomorrow, so I'll be off. Maybe I can sleep this feeling off. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114736370121734826?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114736370121734826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114736370121734826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114736370121734826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114736370121734826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/seeminly-decent-post.html' title='Seeminly Decent Post'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114727530381176187</id><published>2006-05-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:05.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping = &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Coldplay ~ Clocks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To those who commented:&lt;/strong&gt; Hrrr. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do todaaaaay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Mum woke me up early, so I only ended up getting about... 5 hours of sleep. XP But ah well, I'm kinda used to that now. I went down, had breakfast, and did some chores. Ironed some clothes, washed the dishes, cleaned the table, then mopped the second floor. At around 11 we went off to SM Fairview in search of my jazz shoes. Mum and I spent a while roaming around the Department store looking for the store that was supposed to have it. We found it, eventually, but they didn't have any stock. D: Which majorly sucked. So we got the number of the Greenhills branch from the saleslady, and for the first time in nearly 6 years, I used a public phone. XD Well, no one was answering, so we went back to the saleslady and she said that the branch we were calling was being renovated, sooo. No jazz shoes for me. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was reaaally hungry, and since my mum was tired of eating at Super Bowl (finally) we ate at French Baker! &lt;3 Yum. Freshly baked bread is lovely. Muffins are yummy too. XD Lol, I want to bake tuloy. XD After that, mum and I went shopping. What can I say; I was inspired! I actually convinced my mum to buy me a striped jacket that reminds me of candy, and peach colored skirt. :3 After that I walked around with my mum, helping her find &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;summer dress for my aunt. Turns out that my mum had taken the first dress she bought for herself. So I just followed her around, being brutally honest about the dresses she asked my opinion on. XD Fun fun. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, which was at around 4, I went straight to my room and... well... fell asleep. XD Yeah, shopping is tiring. After that, well, I just did the usual; bummed OL, cleaned my room, ate dinner, washed the dishes, ect ect ect. Jeth wanted me to taste the wine he had cultured in our cabinet for his Chemistry subject, and got uber pissed off when I refused to drink it. XD Haaay. I didn't really care that he got angry, lol. What's new naman, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going to start painting my room on Monday! *dances* Sooo, before Monday, I have to move all of my stuff out of my room so they can paint. I'm probably going to live in the study room for that time. As if I didn't already live here. XD I still haven't decided on what color (Apple Green most likely). After they paint my room, they can start on my desk. And once that's done, &lt;strong&gt;I CAN GET MY OWN PC! &lt;/strong&gt;Oh Lordy, finally. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are definitely looking up. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114727530381176187?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114727530381176187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114727530381176187&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114727530381176187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114727530381176187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/shopping-3.html' title='Shopping = &lt;3'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114720338294231299</id><published>2006-05-10T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:05.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoric</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are not enough to explain how I feel at the moment. :3 The title is a lame attempt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114720338294231299?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114720338294231299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114720338294231299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114720338294231299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114720338294231299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/euphoric.html' title='Euphoric'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114709613644820607</id><published>2006-05-08T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:05.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: John Mayer ~ No Such Thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sit here in my Pentagon shirt waiting for my hair to dry, I shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much today. I remember waking up at around 8, but I went back to sleep and woke up again at 11:30. I woke up to the noise of workers wrecking and nailing stuff. In my mind I was all &lt;em&gt;"Evil neighbors, being rich enough to have their house renovated (considering their house is a lot newer than ours is) and having it renovated SO EARLY IN THE MORNING!"&lt;/em&gt; Yes, I know, 11:30am is so early in the morning. XD I went straight to the PC after I got out of bed. I was planning on starting up my BitTorrent download of Emma: A Victorian Romance, then going downstairs, but much to my surprise the torrent was already fully DLed, and I was only seeding it. Sooo. Instead of going downstairs for brunch (practically lunch) I watched episodes 3-12 of Emma. XD I finished the whole series by 4, and by then I was dizzy from hunger. So I staggered downstairs, and ate really really late lunch at 4:30 while watching Discovery Channel. Twas about robots and Star Wars. Twas cool. XD I ended up eating too much. Lol! I had 4 helpings of rice for crying out loud. When I put my plate in the dirty kitchen, I found out that &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;were the ones having something renovated. XD Some of Marcelo's dudes were at the back door, making shelves. After that I just bummed OL, trying to tinker with my LJ layout to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom being in this slipper supplying business has its benifits. Mum just gave me a pair of cute flip flops with multicolored beads. XD I'm glad she's finally doing what she enjoys doing. And she's making moolah out of it too. Fun and profitable; what else can you ask for? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blog hopping again. Lol. Tis a harsh mistress, this curiosity of mine. She's got quite a hold on me. XD It's not just this regular kind of curiosity. It's not necessarily irregular either but. XD I find it weird how I like to read the blogs of people I don't know. I actually think I've done an entry about this, but oh well, I guess I'll just write about it again. XD You see that bar at the top? And the button that says "Next Blog&gt;&gt;"? I click on that button a lot. And I read random people's blogs. I do this more often with Livejournal tho. I click on a friend, then click on a friend of theirs with an interesting name, or I read the posts of my friend's friends. Then I go to the LJ of a person who has interesting posts. And I read. I do this quite often, actually. O_o When I have nothing better to do. But I never comment. I just read. Do I sound like a stalker yet? XD I don't really know why I do this. Well, lemme see if I can answer that. Usually reading those posts keeps me from thinking that I'm alone in what I go through. I'm not alone, I know that. I have my girls, my family, and... you. Haha. :3 Anyway. It's comforting to know that somewhere else someone is living, &lt;strong&gt;really living&lt;/strong&gt;, not like how you see it on TV or how you read it in books. Or how you may see it on PBB. XD It keeps my feet on the ground in a lot of ways. One way or another, you realize that you're surrounded by &lt;strong&gt;real people, living real lives, with real opinions and real ways of expressing themselves.&lt;/strong&gt; And I find it comforting. Interesting as well. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114709613644820607?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114709613644820607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114709613644820607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114709613644820607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114709613644820607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/uneventful.html' title='Uneventful'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114700957348955851</id><published>2006-05-07T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:05.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired... again!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Vertical Horizon ~ Best I Ever Had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so.. I'm still in the clothes I wore to go to Greenhills. XP I'll explain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yesterday I went to UST for the Society meeting. I went to SM North Edsa with my family before I went to UST tho, because my mum had to buy a summer dress for an aunt who's coming from the US sometime in June. We had lunch at Super Bowl. I commented that everytime I heard the words 'Super Bowl', the first thing that came to mind was American football. XD After lunch, dad drove me to UST. The meeting was to start at 1:00, and I had arrived 30 minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the VP (Internal or External, I'm not sure) Alvin, and we sat at Tinoco park for a while as we waited for the other officers to arrive. It was kind of weird actually. He has this freaky glare that he kept giving me everytime he looked at me. XD It was so stalker-ish, I swear! We talked until it was 1. It was awkwaaaard. Finally the President, Marvin, arrived. Then Kuya Ernie and Jackie came... and yeah eventually 8/10 of us were there. *lazy* XD Talked about the General Assembly, as well as the Aquaintance party that we were to hold for the incoming freshies. We talked about those two events until 3:30pm. Then the meeting ended. Yay. XD Sometimes I really wonder if I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to be at those meetings, because not much is assigned to me, as I am the lowest ranking officer in our society. XD But I know it's my duty as an officer, blah blah. XD Don't worry, I'm not wimping out. =p I gave my opinions on lots of things, as well as ideas. I also pretty much serve as the representative of the freshies, being the closest to a freshie out of all of them. XD Our next meeting will be next Monday, at Glorietta. We have to make a video for the General Assembly. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:30pm, I walked with Alvin and Jackie to Espana. I split up with them, and walked to Maku's shop, where I met up with Racine and Maku. :3 We listened Rex Navarette recordings on Maku's PC, because his internet was down. After buying water and ice cream at MiniStop, Maku, Racine and I went again to Espana. Racine and I rode an FX going to Fairview, while Maku went to Greenhills to meet up with Ralph and Francis and some other Gamer Zaibatsu people most likely. Kekekekeke. XD On our way to Ever, Cai called, telling us that she was already at Royale. o: I told her to text Gela, but she told me that she was still at Eastwood with her 'rents. Sooooooo. Racine and I willed for the FX Driver to drive faster. Lol! XD After a while, we were finally at Royale! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Cai in front of FIC. Tis where we usually meet up when we're meeting up at Royale. If not FIC, Mocha/Mochi Blends. So anyway. The three of us stayed there as we waited for Gela. Cai and Racine suggested I read about the Information Design course at Ateneo, after I told them about my predicament. After a while, we actually considered playing DOTA at Pipeline. XD But when we finally got serious about it, Gela came. Gela was lucky enough to win 1.2k at Shopwise, so she said that she'd treat us out to dinnar! :D So we went to Di'Marks. Tis where I spilled the beans. XD After eating there, we went to Crepes and Cakes and Gela and Racine had a crepe. Twas damn good too. O_o We thought of words that could act as themes for the art portfolio Cai was to do. We came up with all these weird words. XD I'd have to ask Cai for the whole list. And I mispelled 'leprechaun' on it too. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:30, I had dad pick us up at Royale. We had to run over to Shell first tho to take Racine to where she could get a ride home. Stupid bois on pickup trucks. XP Anyway, we got home, and messed around on MyHeritage.com. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to MyHeritage.com, Kari and Cai look like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/MYHERTIAGELOLAGAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/MYHERTIAGELOLAGAIN.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOOK LIKE JIMI HENDRIX! LOL! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/1600/MYHERTIAGELOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8042/115/320/MYHERTIAGELOL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we did until 10. I took a shower while Cai and Gela had fun with MyHeritage.com. XD At 10, we went down to watch Pinoy Big Brother. Officially, I'm no longer a PBB virgin. XD Oh, the teen drama! Well, at least it was entertaining. I got around to thinking how it would be if we got stuck inside a house like Kuya's. Gela said we'd just be laughing the whole time. XD And I'd get all these violations for over sleeping. :)) After PBB was over, we went up. Cai went to sleep, and Gela and I had fun chatting. =p Cai had taken up most of the space on the bottom bunk, and I hadn't changed the beddings on the upper bunk, so I looked for the futon. I couldn't find it tho, so what Gela and I did was get 3 comforters and layer them one on top of the other. XD Gela decided to turn in, and I did so too at around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember waking up at 5am, but I was so groggy the only thing I remember was the fact that it was 5am. XD I woke up again at around 8, and Cai and Gela were up already. =p Cai went to take a shower, and Gela and I bummed on the floor. Mum was bugging us to eat, but we were all groggy. &lt;strong&gt;So my mom came in with my guitar and starting strumming it like a maniac whilst 'singing' at the top of her lungs 'WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP'!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHA! Oh God. I swear I didn't think she would actually do that. She sat on my back after I tried to cover my head with a pillow. XD She stopped after I complained that she was crushing me. Gela and Cai left at around 10:30, and I got ready to go to Greenhills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard mass at Greenhills, then we ate at Italianni's afterwards for lunch. I was still full from having breakfast, so all I had was a chocolate cake. Oh yum. &lt;3 After that, mum and I walked around. She went around with me and bought me clothes! :D Well, two shirts, but she still bought me clothes. XD She tried to get me to buy a mini skirt. XP But I said no. XD *mean* Mum was really ready to buy me a lot of stuff. I wanted to get some shirts, a skirt, and a bag. We actually went all over the tiangge area, to no avail! So in the end I only got 2 shirts because we were totally pooped out. John saw me there too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went home. And I haven't changed since we got home. I don't know why actually. I'm just too tired to even change. *lazy* I even skipped dish washing duties today. But I did clean up the study room after Typoons Cai and Gela wrecked havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaaaaaay. My arm hurts now. XD And I'm getting the chills. @_@ Body failure alert, lol. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114700957348955851?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114700957348955851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114700957348955851&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114700957348955851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114700957348955851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired-again.html' title='Tired... again!?'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114684102337734063</id><published>2006-05-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:05.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiiiiiired cont'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Goo Goo Dolls ~ Black Balloon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz went well today. I wasn't as crappy as I was yesterday. XD Our instructor called to say that she'd be a bit late, so the instructor for Hip Hop dance led us through our warm ups. We then found out that our instructor was his fiancee. XD Anyway. We didn't end up doing bridges. But we did start on our choreography. Our song is this... &lt;em&gt;pop, tagalog song about love&lt;/em&gt;. We had to be light and &lt;em&gt;pa-cute&lt;/em&gt; and stuff. o: I was all, &lt;em&gt;"Light? I'm not light! XD"&lt;/em&gt; *thinks this while leaping and twirling* LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, bummed. Had some interesting converstations. My younger cousin Christine talks like me now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Christine: wat else anime do u watch?&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Right now I'm downloading Emma&lt;br /&gt;Christine: :|&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: You're mean. :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christine: LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Remind me to tickle you when I see you. :P&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Christine: yeah ryt, if u can catch me&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: You'll see~!!&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: I have my ways :P&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Christine: i have ways too.&lt;br /&gt;Christine: :-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: But my ways are cooler.&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: (Korean Audible LOL)[???]???????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;Christine: no they aren't&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: (Audible)Muhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Christine: geez, that was weird&lt;br /&gt;Christine: i'm laughing sooooooooo hard ryt now...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Somehow I'm not surprised. :-?&lt;br /&gt;Christine: i'm not surprised ur not surprised&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Since when did you start talking like me? XD&lt;br /&gt;Christine: since the day i met u!&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Oh yeah, another Ria in the makiiing. XD&lt;br /&gt;Christine: that wud be me "the younger cousin"&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Yeah huh.&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Stick with me, and you'll go a looong way. XD&lt;br /&gt;Christine: oh sure, and where wud dat be?&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Well, somewhere far from here.&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Basta far.&lt;br /&gt;Christine: ayt&lt;br /&gt;Christine: =))&lt;br /&gt;Christine: stick with me and u'll never make it out of this village&lt;br /&gt;Christine: coz i can't drive&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: That's why you have to stick with me. &lt;br /&gt;Christine: can u drive?&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Well. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: Better than you at least.&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: :P&lt;br /&gt;Christine: haha very funny&lt;br /&gt;Solstice: ;;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Ria in the making. Lol. XD What would it be like if I had a twin? What would it be like if I had a &lt;strong&gt;guy&lt;/strong&gt; twin? Now that's something to think about. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to UST for a Society meeting. Blargog. (Thank you Jiro. XD) I don't really want to go, but I have to. I think I'll be hunted down by our President if I don't. Which would be freaky, given he's a senior and I'm a dinky sophomore. Oh Lord, I'm a Sophomore now. XD So anyway. After that I think my girls are sleeping over. Hopefully it'll push through. I miss them. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114684102337734063?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114684102337734063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114684102337734063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114684102337734063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114684102337734063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/tiiiiiired-contd.html' title='Tiiiiiired cont&apos;d'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114675123085933146</id><published>2006-05-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:04.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiiiiiired</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Third Eye Blind ~ Anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jazz Dance class, I was sooo tiiired. @_@ Tired tired tired, in more ways than one. The physical exhaustion was most likely the result of trying to do the splits during Jazz Dance. XDDD ZOMG, RIA DOING THE SPLITS LOL! She had us lie down, with our legs up against a wall. And I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok girls, now spread your legs!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD THE PAIN! XDDD HAHAHAHA! I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry! XD I know, weird, but hey, that's how I am. So yeah, I'm surprised I can still &lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt; after that little excersize. Tomorrow I think we'll be doing bridges and stuff. Actually, I think we're going to start on the choreography for the mandatory presentation at the end of the program. I may be the oldest thar, but I'm probably going to be teh worst. XD Oh well, expect the worst, but hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm DLing Emma: A Victorian Romance at the moment. XD I just finished DLing the WHOLE series of Ashiteru ze Baby. That's 4Gb of vid. XD Holy heck, I've got 60+ Episodes of BLEACH on my PC, and that alone takes up 11GBs! @_@ Not to mention the whole series of .hack//DUSK, as well as Escaflowne, each taking up 2GBs respectively. Plus 3GBs of Full Moon wo Sagashte, and 5GBs of Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle. Aaaaaaaaaand 2GBs of random videos. XD Once I get a PC, I won't worry about space anymore~ Or maybe I'll get a DVD burner and burn all these to DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywaay. *wiggles her toes for no apparent reason*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my long hair. X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114675123085933146?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114675123085933146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114675123085933146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114675123085933146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114675123085933146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/tiiiiiired.html' title='Tiiiiiired'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114667180985772563</id><published>2006-05-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:04.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: All American Rejects ~ Dirty Little Secret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lei:&lt;/strong&gt; It's a curse and a blessing, isn't it? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; wonderful day. :) That's all I need to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114667180985772563?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114667180985772563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114667180985772563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114667180985772563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114667180985772563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114640815667093227</id><published>2006-04-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:04.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skirt Perils!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Rachael Yamagata ~ Meet Me By The Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today, and offered Mass Wine. The only reason why I was chosen to offer wine was because I was in the skirt I bought yesterday at Kamiseta. Which is probably the reason why I was followed around Ever afterwards by two dudes. ~_~ Well. At least they weren't DOMs. But still, that doesn't change the fact that I was followed around. Heh. I was able to shake 'em by darting into shops tho. I stayed with Sarah at her stall afterwards. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had lunch with Father Bipin. Father Bipin is this Indian priest we befriended after he blessed our red car. XD He offered to cook me Indian Curry! *love* And he said he'd make it using the real spices and stuff, not just the powder that you buy at the grocery. Aw. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home, and had a BBQ with a few of our uncles and Uncle Teddy and Auntie Anna. I tried to play badminton outside in the dark with Jeth, but that didn't go to well. We didn't get past 3 volleys. XD Watched Sgt. Bilko and Goldmember on TV, and Uncle Teddy gave me a pep-talk on transferring out of UST. Hrrr. He went on about how I should transfer to UP and stuff. XD Oh gosh. I don't think I'd survive there. @_@ But he said that more of my GE subjects would get credited if I went to UP instead of Ateneo. *ponders* Graa. Decisions, decisions. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114640815667093227?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114640815667093227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114640815667093227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114640815667093227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114640815667093227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/04/skirt-perils.html' title='Skirt Perils!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114631638797281218</id><published>2006-04-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:04.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megamall-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Myself complaining about the heat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mega with Cai and Gela to go shopping! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a green shirt at Folded and Hung (thank you Cai), a skirt at Kamiseta (thank you Gela), and a pair of flip flops from People are People. Be proud of me. XD I knew I wasn't going to be able to ask money from my mum, so I swiped 3k from my savings, and in the end I spent 1.2k for everything I just listed. And those were all on sale. XD But it was ok, nonetheless. I have to start taking my own steps for creating my own style, and I guess this is me starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had lots of fun today. :3&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks gals. And Cai's family. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma turn in early today. Wow. It's only 9pm. XD Oh well. I need the sleep anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114631638797281218?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114631638797281218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114631638797281218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114631638797281218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114631638797281218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/04/megamall-ing.html' title='Megamall-ing'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114624889710330256</id><published>2006-04-29T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:04.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: A Perfect Circle ~ 3 Libra's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I had a hard time sleeping last night (I slept at 5 in the morning. XP But then again, that's not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;surprising, now is it?) I actually woke up feeling more rested than I ever have this whole summer. O_o Which is weird, because I only got about... 6 hours of sleep. I slept at 5, and woke up at 11. I didn't have to drag myself out of bed. Well, I still rolled out of bed, but I wasn't tired as I did so. Groggy, but yeah. Weird, huh? I wasn't even in the best state of mind when I was trying to get to sleep, but when I woke up, I was fine. Oh well. Great for Jazz dance class then. Master Jazzer, here I come! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking though, I should start getting more sleep. I freak people out when they wake up at 6am to still see me OL. XP Besides that, it's not exactly healthy. Sometimes I sleep at 5, and I end up waking up at 9 because Mum wants me to do chores around the house. Like how she had me sit on the kitchen floor at 11pm earlier to label stacks and stacks of shoeboxes. XD Well, I think my insomnia is coming back again. Before, I used to stay up because I had someone to stay up with, but even then I was sleepy. But now it's already 2:30am, and I don't feel sleepy at all. Looks like I've totally screwed up my sleeping pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Silent Hill earlier with Gela and Cai at Eastwood. And I was... disappointed. I'll leave it at that so I won't spoil it for others who're to watch it still. But this is coming from someone who hasn't played the game, but has only read about it, so yeah, don't let my opinion of the movie affect yours that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrr. Thanks Convi for sending me load when I was in dire need. XD And thanks to Maku for getting me a nice anti-Virus program! My PC is finally rid or all those damn worms that managed to get themselves onto my PC. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want my own PC. NOW. *whine* XD This PC can't run the programs I want it to run *coughRisingForceOnlinecough*, but it's also starting to scare me because of its unreliability. If anything happens to this PC, Jeth will just format it without a thought. Which would mean I'd lose all my files. And I don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a lot of things really. Like clothes (because I'm in DIRE NEED OF THEM, ask my friends, they agree with me), a new scanner (because the current one bites), speakers (because this PC has NONE. I'm using headphones atm.), a new color for my room (because my room is totally dull) and a lot of other things that would clog up the entry of mine if I listed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going out with Cai to Megamall (Oh Lordy.) for this sale thingie. XD She's going to help me buy clothes. My wardrobe is in need of a makeover. Seriously. Hopefully I can get some stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghaaa. I'm back to blogging without much sense again. I jump from topic to topic. XP When I read other blogs, I envy how fluid the transition from topic to topic is. I also envy those bloggers who's entries are so poetic. Well, I don't really envy them, but I sure do wish I could do that myself. When I read entries like those, I can see how blogging is an art in its own way. Being as I blog so much, I'd like to think that when I do blog, I'm creating something that people enjoy reading. Something that sparks curiosity in the reader, making them want to know more of who am based on what I write about my everyday misadventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like that one day... *starry eyed* XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114624889710330256?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114624889710330256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114624889710330256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114624889710330256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114624889710330256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189738.post-114616219138542319</id><published>2006-04-28T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:21:04.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Computer fan that I mistook for rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it how I make myself feel even more stupid than I already do. Must I be so lost about everything? For once, I want to be sure about myself. Especially about someone I love and care for, because this cluelessness of mine is affecting them just as much (if not more) as it is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189738-114616219138542319?l=windyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/feeds/114616219138542319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5189738&amp;postID=114616219138542319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114616219138542319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189738/posts/default/114616219138542319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windyday.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810086804883569955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/nayomi/Pics%20of%20moi/183_8352x100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
