<?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-4788372542694914358</id><updated>2012-02-01T22:42:46.244-08:00</updated><category term='paramore'/><category term='occasion'/><category term='lutang'/><category term='magulo'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='lost'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='random'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='new'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='school'/><category term='award'/><category term='blog'/><category term='site'/><category term='life'/><category term='lovelife'/><category term='online'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='blabbers'/><category term='malungkot'/><category term='family'/><category term='org'/><category term='off'/><category term='pagmamahal'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='emo'/><category term='busy'/><category term='iska'/><category term='30 day letters'/><category term='love'/><category term='mahal'/><category term='update'/><category term='rant'/><category term='sched'/><title type='text'>The Yellow Pad Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>Inkblots and Typos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4782029142529701363</id><published>2012-01-22T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:01:55.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>January: A Month of Firsts (and lasts?)</title><content type='html'>I haven't been around for the last couple of weeks due to my busy schedule. School works have been piling up like crazy, and it's really hard to keep up with my things to do and things to do not (haha. Whatta word)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since I was too preoccupied this month, Imma give you a gist of the things that I had. I'll be summing it up even though it's not really the end of January, just because I don't think I'll have the time again after this. I'll try to update as much as I could though (just what I always say. Hihi!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month, I've experienced a lot of firsts (and lasts, I guess), and I think it's worth sharing. So, with no more further adieu, here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My first legit &lt;i&gt;inaanak&lt;/i&gt;/Godson&lt;/b&gt; - It was a pretty memorable experience, having the kid in my arms and you know, having this notion that you're somewhat a grown up, because I've been trusted to have a godson already. I don't know if that really made sense, but nawh. I think I'll be grasping that idea anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My first job offer of some sort &lt;/b&gt;- I received a call a week ago from Summit Media, asking me if I would like to apply as a freelancer for them. Of course, I immediately said yes and sent in my resume through their e-mail. I was also asked by my mom's colleague who'll be starting up an architecture firm of some sort to be their writer-ish and events planner as well. She's kinda certain that she'll hire me, which is pretty scary but definitely nice. It's overwhelming and heart warming that I got to have offers even though I still have to crawl for my graduation this April. I hope I won't be jinxed or something. Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first time I was able to call myself a legit biker&lt;/b&gt; - A few months back, my dad used to give me biking lessons (since I'm such a sucker that I wasn't really able to learn how to ride a bike when I was a kid). After a few days, I was finally advancing but I decided to stop. My neighbor told me that "&lt;i&gt;ang galing na ah. Marunong na mag-bike&lt;/i&gt;" (wow, you're learning how to ride a bike -- I dunno if this is the accurate translation. Haha), and I hate being noticed for some reason I don't really know. After that, I never dared to ride a bike in our street anymore. This January, my dorm mates and I decided to have some biking lessons 101 for me and for another friend who doesn't really know how to ride a bike. To my surprise, I was able to run a few meters, and in a few minutes, I was able to &lt;i&gt;legitimately&lt;/i&gt; ride a bike. Hurray!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first time I flew a flying lantern &lt;/b&gt;- Last week, a fund raising activity for the Sendong Victims was held in our campus. They sell flying lanterns and together with the other people who would participate, we would be flying our lanterns at the school grounds. It was really fun, and with the background music from the string ensemble of our school, it was just as magical as the one in Tangled. It made me realize that when I die, I want to have a flying lantern event dedicated for me. Hahaha. Sorry, I'm kinda morbid like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My last &lt;i&gt;inaanak&lt;/i&gt; for our org&lt;/b&gt; - If you're applying for an organization in our campus, you'd most likely encounter the ninang/ninong stuff, where you'll have to have sponsors who will guide you through the process. I already have one&lt;i&gt; inaanak&lt;/i&gt;, and the upcoming batch, they gave me another one. I hope we'd have enough bonding just like the first one. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My last field trip and my first time at Baguio&lt;/b&gt; - My room mate and I are going to Baguio for a field trip this coming weekend (27-29). I'm pretty hyped with what will happen, and excited that I'll be FINALLY stepping my foot at Baguio. I hope the trip would be awesome! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My last "first day"&lt;/b&gt; - Since I'm about to graduate soon (I hope!), this January, I was able to have my last first day. It just made me realize a lot of things -- that I'm already grown up, that I'll be finally leaving a place that I've learned to love soon enough and that I have to make the most out of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;January seems to be a blast. I hope yours is awesome too! I hope to update after my trip at Baguio, so I could share all the awesomeness (and the not-so-awesome ones) of my adventure. Have a good day everybody! And Kung Hei Fat Choi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4782029142529701363?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4782029142529701363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4782029142529701363' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4782029142529701363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4782029142529701363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-month-of-firsts-and-lasts.html' title='January: A Month of Firsts (and lasts?)'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1999869986845235506</id><published>2011-12-31T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T04:22:35.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbers'/><title type='text'>2011 in Bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In no particular order, here are some of the highlights of my 2011. Well, there are a lot of things to be thankful for, and that's what I'm going to highlight with this post. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had my dream internship with FHM Philippines.&lt;/b&gt; It was one awesome summer, being able to work in a place where I've always dreamed of, and being able to take part on creating an issue of my boyfriend's favorite magazine. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superb practicum experience!&lt;/b&gt; Opportunities of a lifetime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My term as the org's P.R.O. just ended.&lt;/b&gt; Although it was really a big relief that I'm no longer an officer of the organization, I must admit I still kinda missed the work load. But still, I'm really thankful for the free time that this had given me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awesome-est 19th birthday.&lt;/b&gt; Received Roger (my cute pig stuff toy) and a bouquet of flowers from boyfriend. I was also able to celebrate it with the people who are really close to my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had my chance of performing on some school events&lt;/b&gt;, and then...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gave up dancing for the rest of my college life&lt;/b&gt;. It was one of the biggest decisions of 2011, finally giving up my first love to give way for more important things -- i.e. happiness, sleep, life after school and more time for academics. Hello, graduation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally becoming a part of socio-cultural committee for my organization.&lt;/b&gt; It took me almost two years to finally let go of pubcom and embrace another committee. A committee I've learned to love a few years back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th anniversary celebration with boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt; AWESOME, AWESOME, AWESOME! Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got to bond with my family more this 2011&lt;/b&gt;. Especially this Christmas break. We were able to go out and talk more often. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, basically, that's about it. I won't go so much into the specifics, but then again, I am very thankful for this year. It was a bumpy ride, and I must admit, more months are spent facing challenges than celebrating life. But then again, everything comes for a reason, and I believe that these things came into my life to make me a stronger and a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful year ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1999869986845235506?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1999869986845235506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1999869986845235506' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1999869986845235506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1999869986845235506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-in-bullets.html' title='2011 in Bullets'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3801768121052807548</id><published>2011-12-26T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T01:04:33.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cuppy-cake!</title><content type='html'>As they say, Christmas is a time for giving, for appreciating the blessings that we've got, and for being grateful of what we have. It's not about having the gifts, or receiving hefty amounts of money, but it's about spending the day with the people you love, the people who are special for you. It's not about having a significant other, but it's about being thankful for the friends who loved you more than a lover could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas was meaningful, although I can't really say that I had fun, but at least I felt happy. That's what's important, anyway. What happened last December 25 could be equivalent to a cupcake without sprinkles. You have the chocolate cake, the frosting, but it doesn't have those cute, colorful sprinkles atop. Just like the sprinkles, the gifts, the money, and the foods (partly with the food, hahaha) are the ones that gives more color to the occasion, but it does not mean that it is necessary to be present. On the other hand, Jesus would be the cake itself, because He is the foundation why we all ought to celebrate Christmas anyway. The family, the friends, the stories and the laughter would be the frosting -- you can't really enjoy the cupcake without it. So, basically, that's how my Christmas went. A little celebration at home, sumptuous meals cooked by my folks, and aunts, cousins, and uncles visiting every now and then. It wasn't that fun, no big parties and what-nots, no overflowing money, no new phone or gorgeous dresses. Just me, my family and an overused videoke for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my boyfriend also cooked (yep, he cooks!) a couple of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leche flans&lt;/span&gt; and gave it to me as a Christmas gift&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;He visited me at home and gave it to me personally. I actually asked for it, but I didn't imagine he'd actually do it himself. And although it's not as extravagant as bouquets or chocolates, I still think it's the best gift for Christmas. Hihi. I like people who give out effort rather than people who just waste their money for gifts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys had fun this Christmas! Happy holidays! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3801768121052807548?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3801768121052807548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3801768121052807548' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3801768121052807548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3801768121052807548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/cuppy-cake.html' title='Cuppy-cake!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3402935211341115199</id><published>2011-12-21T00:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T01:19:45.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Vacation Blues</title><content type='html'>For most of you, the start of vacation would be a big relief, but for me, it's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my classes did gave me the "thank God I'm finally home and I'm free from my monster landlady" feel and I can definitely say that it cured my homesickness, however, the weight of what awaits me by January just kept on pushing the happy thoughts out of my mind. I know, this blog has been more or less my outlet of all the depression and shits about me (trust me, I'm better in real life), but I just can't help to post about how my vacation would turn into a three-week cramming for a requirement for graduation. It's my graduation, for crying out loud! Who won't be rattled about how this requirement that could change their fate forever? Well, not really forever, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from the days that go by with me being pressured, I am also currently sick. Yes, my friends, I have cough and colds since the start of the vacation. If you're wondering why, well, I wonder as well. Maybe it was the excessive hours of pummeling the pool water at Pansol, or maybe it was stress from school that broke free because I finally got home and it knows that there are people who could take care of me. Despite all my parents' pampering, I'm still not fine, though. My nose feels like a river, flowing a hefty amount of you-know-what every now and then. I'm also mistaken to be a dog who saw some burglar on a late night because of my continuous coughs and barks. I'm not used on being sick (yep, I've got some mighty immune system that keeps me healthy during school days), so it's kinda hard for me to move around. My head aches more often now, and is a good excuse to lie on my bed all day. But seriously, it hurts like hell that I can barely do a productive thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, aside from me being sick, I have also, luckily, lost my laptop. As of the moment, it is on rehab with those laptop check up centers for an unknown sickness. All I know is that I left it at home and haven't used it for almost a month. After coming back, the next thing I know is that it broke down and the damn thing won't open. According to the laptop 'expert', it's hard drive nor its software wasn't the problem, and they're thinking that it might be because of its mothereffin'board. They're still unsure of it though, so they asked me to leave it with them and they'd update me after a few days. Up until now, they haven't texted me or contacted me about my laptop, and I am honestly thinking that they actually chopped him up and sold his parts. Poor little creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another unfortunate thing happened, because my dream planner is out of stock on three different bookstores, and my chances of having one is actually 1 out of 100. Or 10, I think. Just exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the unlucky things that has welcomed me on my vacation, I'm still thankful that I was able to spend a few weeks with my family, whom I've been away for the last three weeks. I am also thankful for all the blessings that came to my life for the past months -- for my boyfriend, for my friends, and for all the good people around me. No matter how unfortunate my vacation might be, there's nothing more unfortunate than the people who's enduring great loss in Mindanao. So for those who are experiencing the same misfortune as I do, think of it as something lucky. At least it's just your laptop or your effin' colds. At least you're still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I know we've all watched the news about what happened in Mindanao. Let's share a little of our fortune to them. Christmas is the time of giving, and I think they deserve to receive something -- prayers would be nice, but of course, a couple of old clothes and money donations would do a lot for them. By the way, I've refrained from watching the news because it's so depressing. I feel like watching a tragic movie, but this time, it's happening in real life. It's just sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post about my thoughts on the Sendong incident sooner or later, though. Still, happy holidays everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3402935211341115199?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3402935211341115199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3402935211341115199' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3402935211341115199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3402935211341115199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacation-blues.html' title='Vacation Blues'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-9164103541335378536</id><published>2011-11-29T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:03:13.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hear ye!</title><content type='html'>I've been enjoying my days at home, being alone and having daily visits from my boyfriend since Saturday. My folks are away for the meantime, so my bro and I are left at home, with all the house chores at my shoulder. I enjoyed doing them, nonetheless, since I'm actually a lazy ass and most of the time, I'd skip doing them, reasoning out that "I have school works to do", which is true sometimes. Anyway, I've done laundry, a bit of cooking, washing dishes, cleaning the house and what nots for the past few days, and it was fulfilling. Hihi. Maybe I should do this more often when my folks are around. Or not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my internship is finally over last Saturday (YEAH-fucking-HEY!), and it ended up pretty well. I was happy with the grades that they gave me, although I think I deserve more than that. I already had two internships before this, and my grades are really nice -- however, for this one, since our PM is an ungrateful bitch, I ended up with grades that borders satisfactory and good. It wasn't that high, but I was the one who got the highest among my other ojt-mates, since both of them got good to poor grades for our internship, although I honestly believe that they do not deserve it. Nonetheless, I'm happy that I was able to finish this phase of my life, especially because it took me a lot of sacrifices just to be able to satisfy the work that they have given for the production. Being said that, I could really say that the past few days just gave me lots of good vibes, and it feels really nice. Maybe I should veer from all the BV posts that I've been sharing and go back to the well thought posts that I wish to show to the readers of this very blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, boyfriend and I will be celebrating our 4th anniversary this coming 11, and I'm really excited for that. Hihi. :"&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-9164103541335378536?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9164103541335378536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=9164103541335378536' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/9164103541335378536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/9164103541335378536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/hear-ye.html' title='Hear ye!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7267990908493765543</id><published>2011-11-20T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T03:59:11.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>As you can see, life has been a very bumpy ride lately. Troubles with my internship, best friend issues and what nots, and problems that I continually worry, when in fact, I shouldn't be. But today is a different day. Maybe because I woke up at the right side of the bed, or maybe because I just had a great day today because my boyfriend visited me, and after weeks of being away from each other, we finally had time to bond.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the reason why I tend to be depressed most of the time is because I lack company. I could say that I'm not really good at being alone. Times that spent with myself are times to contemplate on things -- on sad things most of the time. It might be the fact that everything that I don't have dawns into me when I'm alone -- lack of best friend, lack of qualities that would make me special and all that shit. As much as I wanted to NOT think about them, it just comes back all the time, and at the end of the day, all I have is my boyfriend, who's miles away from me, talking to me non-stop just to make me feel better. I know, I'm lucky I have someone like him, someone who never stopped caring about me, although I could be very tiresome already. I do feel happy when he's around, although we don't see each other that often because of the lack of time and distance. I study at the south, he works somewhere in the north, which totally sucks. Takes us 2 hours to meet at a certain place, most of the time at Caloocan, just so we could spent an hour or two together. It's nice that I have him, but it would be much, much nicer if I could be with him most of the time. After class, on the afternoons, or at dinner. It just sucks that I have to miss him every single day. Le sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perks of us being away would be the excitement that we feel every time we'd get to see each other. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7267990908493765543?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7267990908493765543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7267990908493765543' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7267990908493765543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7267990908493765543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-8746266011651611210</id><published>2011-11-12T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:03:06.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>So, I've been having a lot of trouble with my internship. The production manager of the play accuses us of being delinquent, even if she rarely goes to the rehearsals and she does not even know the weight of the work we've been doing for the past few weeks. She was really mad at us for a reason that we don't even know, telling us that we're stupid (THE FUCK) and we're not taking things seriously. It just pisses me off, but still, we can't do anything about that. I can live with the cursing and the PMS of our production manager, but the problem with my internship is that it requires us to go on all of the shows, and that includes the shows held on Fridays. I have five classes on that day, and seriously, it's HARD to miss classes, and it's hard to cope up with things as well. I'm still kinda confused on how my life would go, but as much as I could, I try to keep myself sane despite all the shits going on, and having to risk my graduation because of this internship. Damn it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, as this phase of my life goes on, I was kinda in need of people who could make me feel better. I've been leaning with my boyfriend for the longest time, and it's really nice that even though we're far away from each other, he makes it a point that he'd do something for me to make me feel better, like calling me more often and listening to all my rants. As for my friends, I haven't really opened up with them, since they're busy being problematic about stuffs such as (1) money for facial or (2) buying a blackberry phone. I mean, seriously people? They act as if they have all the problems in the world JUST BECAUSE they can't afford to have a facial, which is not really necessary because my friend's face isn't that acne packed, or buy a Blackberry, which isn't necessary either since my friend have a perfectly usable phone that she threw out of tantrums because she can't buy a bb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on people. Stop being so damn pissed with your life. I know I've been pissed off with little things too, but these reasons? COME ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-8746266011651611210?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8746266011651611210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=8746266011651611210' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8746266011651611210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8746266011651611210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6541912480737133547</id><published>2011-11-07T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:00:40.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hi guys! It's been a while since I've updated. I've always wanted to write down stuffs, but I end up sleeping at night, since I'm really really tired for the past few days. I've been occupied with my internship, especially now that they've doubled the number of hours that I've been spending with the company. Call time's getting earlier as the show approaches, and in a few more days, we'll be hitting the climax and give our best shots as they finally showcase the production with more than ten shows. Anyway, I missed you guys so much, and I'm glad that there are a lot of people who followed me on twitter. Let's chitchat sometime there so we'll get to know each other better. (It's kinda easier than commenting on each other's posts. So, yeah!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my life's gonna get busier as November 9 comes, as it signals the start of my last semester in college. Yep, you got that right. I'm finally bidding &lt;i&gt;adios&lt;/i&gt; to school in a couple of months. And I must say, it's a bittersweet feeling. Honestly speaking, I'm excited and not so excited about school. Practically because in the back of my mind, I don't want all of these to end -- the classes, the projects, the easy lifestyle. But then again, we all have to face that at a point in our lives, we have to move on, and this is just one of 'em. As for my internship, I've already finished the required hours, but we have to attend the shows as a requirement for our OJT. I bet it's fun, nonetheless. Besides, I missed having productions like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I go, I just want to thank sis &lt;a href="http://www.pseudolavie.com/"&gt;GAIL&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me. Although this would be against the rules, I won't be tagging anyone for two reasons: (1) I honestly don't know who to tag; and (2) it's past midnight, I have to go back to our dormitory tomorrow, and I could really use some sleep. Anyway, here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Thank and link back to the blogger who gave you the award (Seriously? To whoever made this, this is just plain courtesy. Sorry.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Share 7 things about yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Pass it along to at least 15 fabulous bloggers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Contact the bloggers you awarded to let them know about the award.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna be a professional photographer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know how to cook. Well, I know how to saute though. And do a little bit of frying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna learn how to ride a bike and to swim. I suck like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really have much friends. I feel like I'm invisible at times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I honestly want to travel the whole world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna dye my hair red but my parents would probably kill me if I did. Nonetheless, I'm considering cellophane or permanent dye. I'm stubborn like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents are old school and conservative. My dad thinks that if I were to have a boyfriend, I'd get prego soon enough. He doesn't know I'm with a guy for almost four years now, though. I'm still not sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. That's about it! :) Hope to update this blog soon! Talk to you guys on Twitter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6541912480737133547?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6541912480737133547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6541912480737133547' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6541912480737133547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6541912480737133547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4908442575459432034</id><published>2011-10-30T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T03:28:34.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Social Networking</title><content type='html'>Since I really want to have friends here in the blogosphere, and I don't find tagboards to be any helpful, I'm thinking of giving out my twitter account! Hihi. I know, it's posted here, but most often than not, people disregard those, so I think I'll be posting my account on a special "post" just inviting people to befriend me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I might talk like a psychopath on my blog, but then again, it's just a small part of me. Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you guys would like to become a bit closer, just follow my twitter: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jhanzeyjane"&gt;jhanzeyjane&lt;/a&gt;. We could talk there and be closer (I hope!) I'll follow back, don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to talk to you guys soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4908442575459432034?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4908442575459432034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4908442575459432034' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4908442575459432034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4908442575459432034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/social-networking.html' title='Social Networking'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5792512979318647890</id><published>2011-10-28T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:41:04.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've been tagged by someone, and I'd like to thank GJ (ayskreme.com) for tagging me! I used to love answering stuffs like this, but since I only have limited time to answer surveys/questionnaires, I stopped eventually.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's my answers! I hope you'll know much more about me. Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;RULES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You must post these rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves in their journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and link them on the post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. No tag backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. No stuff in the tagging section about “you are tagged if you are reading this.” You legitimately (AKA, really, truly, with all honesty) have to tag 11 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 THINGS ABOUT ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My real name's not UMI. Since I wanted to blog more freely, I decided to use a pen name. I used to love watching this japanese cartoon when I was little (Magic Knights Rayearth) and I wanted to have my pseudonym named after my favorite character, Fuu. Now, why did I end up using Umi's name? Since I don't want to sound like Mr. Fu (that annoying guy that shows up on TV), I decided to use Umi's name -- since she's also really pretty, and her name's meaning (sea) is really interesting. It kinda catches my personality as well: vast and unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm a BA Communication Arts student at a university somewhere in the south. Clue: A recent rape case made our school grabbed the attention of the press. (If you read my blog way back, you'll know this).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm graduating (hopefully) this 2012! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I've been blogging since I was a sophomore high school. So, that's 2006, I think. I started out at Xanga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I easily get insecure. I know, it's a REALLY bad habit, and I'm getting over it little by little. I think I'm fine now, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I like coffee... A LOT. I drink coffee when I wake up, I drink coffee when I want to think, I drink coffee when I'm uninspired (which is 90% of the time), I drink coffee when I need to concentrate, I drink coffee when I'm in the mood to read or write, I drink coffee when I can't sleep, I drink coffee when I wanted to feel better -- basically, I drink coffee all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I curse a lot, I think. I know, it's not really good for a lady, but then again, everybody comes into a phase where the P.I. word is inevitable and saying the F word is just normal. I hope I'll be over with it soon though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I love chocolates. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My first choice of course was BS Psychology. I used to imagine myself, having my own clinic and conducting therapies for troubled people. I just love it when people open up with me and I could help them out in little ways. However, when the results of our school went out, I ended up taking Communication Arts, and then majored in Writing -- although I don't think I'm much of a writer, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I've been with my boyfriend for more than 3 years now. We'll be celebrating our fourth anniversary on December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I think I'm lucky enough to have a family who cares and who supports me every step of the way. We're not that rich, but at least we're happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now, GJ's questions!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. One extreme thing you would love to do before you die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bunjee Jump. Hih~ Although I'm really REALLY afraid of heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Your favorite icecream flavor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chocolates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Who is the last person you had an argument with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My boyfriend. We just have some petty misunderstandings going on. But we're fine now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Your favorite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I honestly think that I don't have a favorite song. I usually like lots of song and it's hard for me to choose one from them. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How many shoes/sandals/boots/wedges you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm not really a fan of shoes, so I could still count them. I got one supra (I used that when I'm still dancing), four sneakers, three sandals, 3 heels, and around ten flops. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. How many songs you have in your mp3/ipod?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I own an ipod shuffle and it contains around 400 songs, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Your favorite horror movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don't watch lots of horror movies. Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Your middle name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My middle name starts with an R. It kinda sounds like a sickness or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Coke or Juice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don't drink soda. So Juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What is the name of your bestfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don't have a best friend. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Are you left handed or right handed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Righty, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, here's my questions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What's your favorite book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What movie made you cry a lot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. How long have you been blogging?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Biggest regret in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Something that you're addicted at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Your guilty pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Pet peeves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Celebrity crush/es?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Your idea of a perfect date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Someone you'd like to switch lives with for a day and why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Goals before 2012. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there you go guys! Since I'm required to tag a couple of people and I don't really know much of the people here on blogger, I think I'll randomly tag the people who comments on my posts. Haha. You're it! &lt;a href="http://jerminix.com/"&gt;Jerminix&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://so-fabulous.info/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.pseudolavie.com/"&gt;Gail&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://meichagas.com/"&gt;Mei&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ohsaywhat.com/"&gt;Dianne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://janemayen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mayen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kar3n.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://poshqueen.us/"&gt;Jhoana&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://ironicmetaphors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, too lazy to go through all again. Hihi. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update soon and tell you my progress (I'm getting better, thanks boyfriend a.k.a. therapist. Hihi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5792512979318647890?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5792512979318647890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5792512979318647890' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5792512979318647890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5792512979318647890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-8741906262730471414</id><published>2011-10-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T09:37:46.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sembreak.</title><content type='html'>I can't really consider my sembreak as a "break", since I've been really occupied with my internship for a theater group somewhere in Manila. It was pretty awesome though, since I don't get bored at home, and I don't think much of my 'emptiness' and 'emotional outbreaks' that often. Although I just started last week, I'm feeling comfortable with the people that I work with, plus I think I'm getting kinda closer to my co-interns, who are my friends way back when we're freshies and we never really got reconnected again. Anyway, aside from the internship and the emo attacks lately, my life is pretty much the same. Same old addiction to the internet, same old addiction to American TV Series (HIMYM, OTH, PLL... And a lot more), and same old drama that I have to deal with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really want to leave you guys with something so depressing, you might not want to visit me someday, so I decided to put fragments of my life here. I don't really like sharing that much about my personal life, but then again, this blog has been my outlet of emotions and unsaid feelings for a couple of people. Maybe I'll update something 'blog worthy' soon enough, but this is what I'll leave you for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way, I used to tell myself that I'll be starting my manuscript this sembreak, but honestly speaking, I haven't done a single thing for that yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thought: I should probably bring a notepad with me, since most of my 'realizations' occurs somewhere where it's not really needed -- like the bathroom, or while I ride the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-8741906262730471414?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8741906262730471414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=8741906262730471414' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8741906262730471414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8741906262730471414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/sembreak.html' title='Sembreak.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3957030782744784607</id><published>2011-10-16T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T01:57:03.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Falling Apart</title><content type='html'>I think one of the most painful things in life is seeing how everything seems to fall apart -- or how your relationship with another person seems to just crumble into pieces. Seeing it and not being able to do anything about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been here for a couple of times already -- some petty heart breaks when I was in high school, but the most painful would be when my best friends seems to just start not caring for each other (well, she's the one who stopped caring anyway). I hate how everything seemed to be perfect, and then all of a sudden, they found some new 'friends' and then started to forget about my existence. I know, relationships that you built in high school doesn't usually go to the next level, but the friends that you make are forever. But in my case, just like any other, they left. They left, they look back, but the trust and all the other things that comes with friendship isn't there anymore. With just a glance, everything is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate how everything was just gone in a glimpse. After all that we've been through, they'll just trash me out of their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grow up. We also grew apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just... sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3957030782744784607?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3957030782744784607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3957030782744784607' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3957030782744784607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3957030782744784607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/falling-apart.html' title='Falling Apart'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5725163281065871698</id><published>2011-10-09T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T02:12:30.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Pre-sembreak!</title><content type='html'>I was about to put up some depressing post yet again, but I decided not to. I mean, what the hell, if I wanted to be fine, I better look for the things that would make me happy and not look back to the things that make me sad and alone. I felt a whole lot better after venting out all my emo-shits on blogger, seeing all the comments (THANK YOU GUYS) and after having a heart-to-heart talk with my boyfriend. It was hard, especially that everything seemed to fall apart, but what happened just made me realize a lot of things -- things that I know I wouldn't understand if not for those obstacles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I've been enjoying my pre-sem break as of today (yep, you saw it right, PRE-SEMBREAK). I still got two more requirements left (both would take place on Wednesday) and an exam on the 17th (yep, the only thing that's left for that week). Nonetheless, I'm enjoying my time at home, bonding with my family and downloading gazillions of stuffs, thanks to torrent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently finishing up Chuck's season 4, then I'll probably move on downloading Always Sunny in Philadelphia, One Tree Hill's season 8, then Big Bang Theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harhar. How about you guys? How's life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to hear from you soon! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5725163281065871698?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5725163281065871698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5725163281065871698' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5725163281065871698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5725163281065871698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/pre-sembreak.html' title='Pre-sembreak!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3258489131492362092</id><published>2011-09-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:03:51.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Liar, liar, pants on fire.</title><content type='html'>Everybody lies. No one is exempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie about your grades. You lie about your mistakes. You lie about almost everything -- from skipping a meal, to skipping your bath. I, myself, is a pretty good liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days was one of the worst nights of my life. I've been over thinking, jealous, stressed, hurt... But I'm putting up a mask telling everyone that I'm perfectly fine and making everyone believe that there's nothing wrong. I've been lying to my friends, my room mates, and even to myself. I honestly think that I'm very vulnerable at the moment, but I don't really think that people has the time to listen to my rants and to my sensitivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that kind of person who doesn't like others to see my weakness. I want others to see me as strong and someone who could carry herself well. In all honesty, I think I'm like that. But these past few days, my defenses have became weak. I think I need a break from being strong, from being optimistic, and from being my other self. Maybe I need some company that I could cry on, or somebody who'd like to have a sit beside me, with a bottle of alcohol, and just let me talk for once. I know, I am lucky enough to have my boyfriend who could stand beside me no matter what happens, but sometimes, you just want some other people to care about your pathetic life. And right now, that's what I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, my college life is not lonely. I'm surrounded by cool and fun loving people. But at times like these, when I feel weak and extra sensitive, I honestly feel that I have no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd feel better soon. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3258489131492362092?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3258489131492362092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3258489131492362092' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3258489131492362092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3258489131492362092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/09/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar, liar, pants on fire.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5032086653878754656</id><published>2011-09-05T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:58:38.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Midsem get away.</title><content type='html'>I spent my weekend getting tanned under the heat of the Puerto Galera sun. Yes, guys. Beach. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, being able to go away from the academics and that pile of shit that I have to finish for this week AND being able to relax even for just a couple of days. It was actually our field trip for our photography class and we're supposed to take pictures for our exercises, but in the end, it became just another great get away for everyone. We did took a lot of pictures though, but I'm pretty sure I'm not yet done with my exer. *creys*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we spent three awesome days in that beautiful island. There are a lot of firsts and all of them are surely memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first day, we went out to the sea and did some snorkeling at the coral reefs of Puerto Galera. It was really cool to see the wonders of the sea and looking straight to the life underwater. The only downside of being able to snorkel is swallowing a lot of sea water while trying to learn how to properly breathe. As we head back to the shore, we faced a lot of challenges that surely made us say "WHOA" a lot. We even considered ourselves survivors after the end of the trip (the whole field trip, I must say). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #1: THE WAVES&lt;br /&gt;As we travel back to the shore, we have to face ginormous waves. It was crazy, since almost all of us are first timers, and we could really see how HUGE those waves are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #2: THE CAMERAS&lt;br /&gt;Since the waves are really REALLY strong as we travel, the water started to get inside the boat. Imagine how hard it is to keep our cameras dry as we make our way to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up the day by having some drinks and welcoming our friend's birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our second day, we then traveled by land. We went to Tamaraw Falls and Tukuran Falls. To be able to get to Tukuran Falls, we needed to travel for 45 minutes from Tamaraw Falls, then take a ride through the carabaos for more or less 45 minutes. Traveling was tiring, but it surely paid off when we had our lunch. As usual, we had challenges along the way, and we did say our favorite word, "WHOA", as we made our way to the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #3: THE CARABAO&lt;br /&gt;We named our carabao 'Marley' (I don't really know why) since manong driver wasn't really able to name his pet. As Marley made her way through the rivers and the mud, she decided to go kinda uphill... And took the risk of ALMOST tumbling down. Good thing we survived. Or else, we'll probably get to the falls looking like chocolate cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #4: THE CAMERAS (part 2)&lt;br /&gt;As we made our way towards Tukuran Falls, the rain started to fell. It was one hell of a rain, and all of us weren't able to bring umbrellas... And we have our cameras with us without the assurance that our bags are actually "water proof". We got to Tukuran Falls in time for us to save our cameras. Some of my friends' DSLRs are just borrowed, so imagine how much we actually wanted to save them from becoming wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #5: THE CAMERAS (part 3)&lt;br /&gt;Our prof and classmates decided to go back to Tamaraw Falls (where we had this awesome buffet for lunch) even though the rain was so hard. Our main dilemma was not of us getting wet, but the fear that our cameras would break down after we traveled. Good thing, we thought of plastics and went to the nearest souvenir shop. In the end, we were all able to survive... As well as our cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our last night by having some drinks (again!) and playing some good ol' category game and charades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #6: SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;I know, this was not much of a challenge for people who has all the money in the world, but for students like us, this is REALLY hard. It was hard to budget our money and to look for a good bargain at the same time. I was able to buy everyone (my family, dormkada and my boyfriend) a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasalubong&lt;/span&gt;, but it sure made me broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #7: GOODBYES&lt;br /&gt;Facing our last day was the hardest, knowing that we're about to go back to the life that we had in LB. It was not really a pleasant 'reality' that we got, so it made us feel a bit sad to leave a place that we learned to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #8: THE WAVES (part 2)&lt;br /&gt;As we travel back to Batangas, we have to face the challenge of the waves... Yet again. I had no problem with this at all, since I was asleep for the whole one-hour trip. However, some of my friends had some difficulties facing nausea... and the urge of vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #9: STRANDED&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Batangas port at around 2:30. The vans of the other students just got in, while our van was left behind. We waited for almost 45 minutes, got pissed on how long we have to wait, got bored, and decided to play our favorite category game -- bart simpson. And oh, we're the only ones that was left at the port, while the other vans headed to LB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #10: REALITY&lt;br /&gt;THE HARDEST OF ALL. As soon as we got back to LB, I received countless group messages saying how much they miss the shore and how much they don't like to do their academics. But in the end, we must get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester continues, and there's no way to get away from it. But Puerto Galera was surely one of the best escapes from reality that I ever got. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5032086653878754656?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5032086653878754656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5032086653878754656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5032086653878754656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5032086653878754656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/09/midsem-get-away.html' title='Midsem get away.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7356892732618512792</id><published>2011-08-15T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T04:58:55.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>Stressed out</title><content type='html'>I've always promised to get back with Blogger, but at the end of the day, I still rarely update this blog, or neglect the fact that I have a useless blogger with a very few readers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been writing a lot of thoughts lately, regarding stuffs that confuses me, but I've never had the courage to post them here, fearing that some people might read them in a wrong way (especially those who are, well, involved, and/or know me personally).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. I wish I could be more open with what I think, up to the fact that I could freely tell everything in this blog -- without hesitations, without fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody reads this anyway, but still, there's a huge part of me that hesitates to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*le sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll return... Someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7356892732618512792?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7356892732618512792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7356892732618512792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7356892732618512792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7356892732618512792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/08/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5021847030997046146</id><published>2011-06-19T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T08:59:19.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>HI BLOGGER.</title><content type='html'>I missed you. I've been itching to update my account for days now, but I can't really find the time for it. Although it has been 2 weeks since classes resumed, work loads has been piling up everyday. My nights are occupied with dance practices, which ends by 9PM most of the time, and my free time are booked with quick naps and cramming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss blogging. I miss writing my stupid thoughts and sharing them with people who barely know who am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you'd ask me what happened to Panache? For some apparent reason, we didn't work out. I hope I could bring it back though, but time has been so rude with me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update as soon as I can. Love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5021847030997046146?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5021847030997046146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5021847030997046146' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5021847030997046146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5021847030997046146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-blogger.html' title='HI BLOGGER.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3642132290298003821</id><published>2011-05-25T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:32:24.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right.</title><content type='html'>It has been a hard time. Pressures about my internship and all that sheez. I know, another lame excuse of not being around for the past couple of weeks. Today would be my second to the last day with FHM. I am honestly too lazy to go back to school, but I have no choice but to face books and lectures for the next months.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June has already crawled back. The storms are already starting to invade the country. I haven't been to the beach yet. I haven't had my taste of summer yet. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the random post. Gahd, why does it have to be so hard to write a decent post nowadays? Am I just too '&lt;i&gt;sabaw&lt;/i&gt;' with life? Or am I really losing 'it'? The drive to do sensible shits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better hit the sack now. I miss you blogger. I hope you missed me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3642132290298003821?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3642132290298003821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3642132290298003821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3642132290298003821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3642132290298003821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/right.html' title='Right.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4801071714229007162</id><published>2011-05-08T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:54:14.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Career</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this for some time now. A few more months from now, I'll be marching my way up to that stage, grabbing a hard-earned diploma, and then bidding away from school and from that crazy lifestyle that I lived for sometime. By April 2012, I'll be entering the real world, with no career in mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a film maker. I want to enter the world of advertising. I want to be a DJ. I want to be an artist. I want to be a columnist. I want to be a script writer. I want to be a photographer. I want to try to go to law school. I want to pursue dancing. I want to be a writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't know where I'll end up by that time, but all I know is that I'm enjoying my internship with FHM and I hope it could last for a bit longer. If only I could ditch school and start working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Sorry, super random post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4801071714229007162?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4801071714229007162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4801071714229007162' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4801071714229007162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4801071714229007162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/career.html' title='Career'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5163139816727068607</id><published>2011-04-24T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T07:31:24.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site'/><title type='text'>Online Magazine</title><content type='html'>As you could see, except for my internship, I'm pretty occupied with my magazine project. Although it might seem impossible to happen at first, thank goodness to those who helped me, it actually came true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're still doing some polishing, but we're planning to post our first article tomorrow (YAY!) written by one of the awesome people I'm working with, &lt;a href="http://vannice95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanesa&lt;/a&gt;. We have a lot of things in store for everyone, so if you do have time, kindly check out our site: &lt;a href="http://panacheonline.tumblr.com/"&gt;PANACHEONLINE.TUMBLR.COM&lt;/a&gt; We're still on our way on finishing everything, but trust me, we'll be able to finish this in no time. Follow us and feel free to tell us what you think about our mini-project. We'd appreciate that a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other news, thanks so much for your responses! I hope I could earn money as soon as I can. Haha! :) Will go on a blog hop sometime this week. I still have to finish some reports. Mwa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will update soon about how I'm doing with my internship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XO, Umi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5163139816727068607?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5163139816727068607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5163139816727068607' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5163139816727068607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5163139816727068607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/online-magazine.html' title='Online Magazine'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5325043792125802655</id><published>2011-04-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:16:01.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been much frustrated this past few days. Things are within my reach, but ironically, I can’t really get what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks to know that I have all the means, that I almost have it, but in the end, I’m still at the same place where I actually started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good vibes, seriously, where art thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other news, do you guys know any online job that's somewhat hassle free? If you do, please tell me. Thanks! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5325043792125802655?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5325043792125802655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5325043792125802655' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5325043792125802655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5325043792125802655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1315009561557455540</id><published>2011-04-08T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:59:19.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site'/><title type='text'>Let's get serious, shall we?</title><content type='html'>I received a couple of replies regarding my online magazine, and I would like to send my thank you to everyone who's kind enough to tell me that they'd help. I wanted to push this online magazine and have it launched on the last week of April but first, I have to meet all the people who are willing to do some dirty work with me and promote the site to gain, at least, a hundred followers. It's hosted on Tumblr, but still, gaining audience from the millions of users isn't an easy job. Ergo, I really need some help on promoting the site.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, to everyone who's willing to help, please do help me promote the site. It's &lt;a href="http://panacheonline.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://panacheonline.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, for everyone who's willing to do "the" work with me, please do email me (through panachemag@yahoo.com) if you'd be able to go online on Sunday, 8PM, so that everyone could do some meet and greet through Skype or Yahoo Messenger. I hope to know you guys more before we start doing this thing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everything would turn out to be fine though. I'd really appreciate all the help. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1315009561557455540?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1315009561557455540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1315009561557455540' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1315009561557455540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1315009561557455540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-get-serious-should-we.html' title='Let&apos;s get serious, shall we?'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7101512334081310832</id><published>2011-04-02T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T09:01:39.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>Internship</title><content type='html'>I've started working for a company at Eastwood City for my internship, and I must say, it's awesome! Although I've just finished 16 hours for last week (I only started last Thursday), I must say, I feel comfortable with the place already.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the people have 3PM-12AM shifts, so when my co-intern (who's also my orgmate) and I go to work at 9AM, the only person that we were able to see is our boss, Miss T. Actually, we have a couple of bosses there, but for now, Miss T would be the one giving us our tasks. We are assigned to do some filing and to familiarize ourselves with data bases and all that. I do not complain with my work, since I really enjoy doing all the checklists (though it's pretty confusing at times), but what I don't really want is the back pain that I feel afterwards. Besides the work, my co-intern (and friend), what makes me look forward to going to work is our boss, Miss T. I feel really comfortable around Miss T -- we talk like we're just friends (although there are limits, of course), we joke around, she tells a lot of stories, she gives you compliments when you do a job well done, and she's really cool. I guess, her being young is a big factor (she only graduated last 2008) and that "comfortable" feeling just came instantly. We (my orgmate and I) were the first interns she ever handled, and she told me she really enjoyed having us around. We're even text mates for a couple of hours! Too bad she'll be leaving the company real soon, and we also have to go to another department by the week after next (filing and data base are just a part of the internship program. We have to do some other HR works too), so I actually feel kinda sentimental about it. She told me that she felt the same way, as well as my orgmate. I hope we'll be able to spend more time together, though. Even after the internship. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll be going to Mandaluyong this Monday for my other internship (yes, I have another one) and I hope it'll turn out to be as fun as the one I'm having right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're wondering, I am actually required to take three different internships, but as of now, I only have two. I'm going to Mandaluyong every Monday to Wednesday, and for Thursday and Friday, I'll be attending my work at Libis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. For everyone who told me they're going to help with the online magazine project, thank you so much! I'll be accepting all kinds of help as of now. I'm still in doubt about pushing it through, but I'll probably be moving the launch from April to even late May. I dunno. But I hope I could find people who are kind and INTERESTED enough to help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care guys! Will update soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7101512334081310832?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7101512334081310832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7101512334081310832' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7101512334081310832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7101512334081310832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/internship.html' title='Internship'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1155229416704610503</id><published>2011-03-24T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:49:39.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>After two weeks of a 3-4 hour sleep pattern and endless papers, finally, my semester is ALMOST over. Although we still have a defense for our case study, a final examination in Spanish, a folio launch for our playwriting class, and a play to watch (selected pieces from our playwriting class were about to be staged -- mine included!), I could say that I can relax all I want as of now. Most of the requirements are almost done and all we have to do is to chill and wait for the date that we have to present it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was able to find companies that are willing to have me as an intern. I have three as of now, and hopefully, I'll be able to choose from those three before the end of March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, about the online magazine project, could you guys help? Could you guys promote it for me? Pretty please? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. Internet is such a huge world, and trust me, from the millions of users of the internet, I only have a hundred -- actually, just less than fifty, twenty or something -- readers in my blog. I'm running low on publicity, and I'm actually thinking of not pushing it through anymore. *Le sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1155229416704610503?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1155229416704610503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1155229416704610503' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1155229416704610503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1155229416704610503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4585049433096759857</id><published>2011-03-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:32:18.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>What's going on, Chicharon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! I'm back... I guess. I still have a few more things to finish before I could say that I'm free from all my academics, but still, I was able to regain my 6 hour sleep last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for those who keeps on commenting on my "Hola Tinola" title, it was actually from a video by Mikey Bustos. He has a lot of interesting videos. You should definitely check it out on YouTube. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was able to have some free time, I was able to come up with a list of ideas that I would love to have on my online magazine project. Well, I was thinking to have it on test run for a month before deciding if I would continue it or not. Also, I'm having second thoughts on what server should I use -- Tumblr or blogger. You see, both has it's pros and cons, but as of today, I'm actually thinking of having it on Tumblr since it's pretty much easier to manage, and a lot of people could help us to spread the word about the online magazine project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I temporarirly named it "PANACHE" (read as panash), which means 'Dashing Style: A sense or display of spirited style and self-confidence'. Since I wanted it to be something to showcase our style, our spirit and our self confidence, ergo, I chose the word panache, which I actually think is the most fitting for the project. If you guys are interested on helping me out with this project, kindly click this &lt;a href="http://panacheonline.tumblr.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. You could inquire through the page as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I could find people who could make my little project come true. Love, love! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update you guys as soon as I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I already have a place where I could have my internship. It's still on the process, but I think it's positive! Hurray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4585049433096759857?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4585049433096759857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4585049433096759857' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4585049433096759857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4585049433096759857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-going-on-chicharon.html' title='What&apos;s going on, Chicharon?'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-9160679979442717139</id><published>2011-03-09T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:04:29.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Hola, tinola!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Sorry, I can't reply to all of you as of the moment because I'm mentally and emotionally tortured by my academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm about to do some more research regarding my one-act play (yes, I'm creating one. Just read more for details. *Wink*), I decided to pay a visit to my blogger and drop a post or two. Here are some of the things I'm up to for the rest of the month. I expect more activities to come by next week, so, I better get my gears ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OJT hunt&lt;/span&gt;. Before the month bid goodbye, I must find a decent company where I could have my internship for the summer. I've sent a couple of letters already, but still.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case Study&lt;/span&gt;. We only have more or less, two weeks to complete all the data that is needed for the case study. By next week, we will be needing to submit our first draft. The time table that our professor gave us was really short, thus, making the students CRAM even though they didn't want to (well, we'd be cramming whatever happens anyway.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Draft one and final draft are due next week and the deadline of our final case study would be on the 23rd. Defense on the 25th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Act Play&lt;/span&gt;. I'm taking up a play writing subject, and as a final requirement, we need to submit a 30-paged one act play. This does not require any drafts, but instead, we're going to submit ONLY the final script. Ergo, there is no place for mistakes in here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Submission is on March 17, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten Minute Play&lt;/span&gt;. We've submitted our first draft to our professor few weeks back. Although I already finished editing my 10-paged play, I'm still thinking of re-reading it by the time that I finish my one-act and editing it as well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This would be submitted together with the one act play, which is due next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Folio&lt;/span&gt;. As a part of the course, we are also required to create a folio featuring some of our works. The hard part is that, some of my group mates are either lost or missing. We're about to iron out our schedules and organize everything by tonight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Launching of folio is by the 22nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spanish Exam.&lt;/span&gt; I am honestly dreading the upcoming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exams on the 18th and the 23rd&lt;/span&gt;. Although I've been studying how to conjugate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preterito imperfecto y preterito indefinido&lt;/span&gt; as well as understanding everything that is Spanish, I still find it hard to squeeze in all the information, considering that the deadlines and the exams landed at the same week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math Exam. &lt;/span&gt;You guys know that this is not the first time that I took this subject. Lo and behold, I'm about to take my pre-final exam this coming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March 18&lt;/span&gt;, together with all the students taking this subject. Although I'm okay with the subject already and I'm not finding it difficult anymore, there is still a dire need to study. I would not let myself fail this subject anymore, and slacking off is the least thing that I must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exam on Rizal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Considering that only 59 out of 170 students were able to pass the midterm exam, this subject has been such a headache to almost everyone. I wasn't able to pass the midterm exam (I was 3 points away from passing!) and my quizzes are just so-so, thus, I am currently panicking on what I am about to do. We have a group paper that will serve as our second long exam and the pressure is just getting higher and higher. It will be submitted on the 17th as well, and I am dead tired thinking about my standing in this subject.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Org works&lt;/span&gt;. Although my term as the public relations officer is about to end, there are still some works that I have to accomplish before bidding goodbye to my position. As of the moment, this is the last on my list -- DUH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, there. That's my life as of the moment and I'm trying my best to keep myself together. I'll be updating again after two weeks (or as soon as I can) and will successfully be announcing that I am still sane after all the mental torture that I've gone through.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS. It made me feel happy seeing people commenting on my last post. Plus, it made my replying 'task' easier than scrolling on my tag board. Hihi! Anyway, thank you so much guys for dropping by. It meant a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for everyone who's asking about the online magazine&lt;/span&gt;,  I'm thinking of an entertainment - slash - fashion magazine. Well, I'm  actually thinking of squeezing everything that would cater the interest  of the youth... Or something close to that. I'm still looking for team  mates that I could consult about the ideas, so, yea. No final details  until I find people who are interested on bringing up such site. Don't  worry guys, I won't bite. And if ever you became a part of the team, I promise there would be no pressure. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update you guys soon! Mwa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-9160679979442717139?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9160679979442717139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=9160679979442717139' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/9160679979442717139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/9160679979442717139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/hola-tinola.html' title='Hola, tinola!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-337483885650072166</id><published>2011-03-07T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:55:55.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Hello Moto!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! I can't reply to everyone's posts on my tag board for now (I've been dealing with school works and all that shenanigans for the time being) but I'm pretty sure that I can't back read all of them when the time comes (since back reading is kind of tiring and boring). So I decided to close my tag board for now (or maybe forever, what do you think?) until I finally have the time to check them that often. For now, leave your messages through the comment function of blogger. Also, I am looking for potential team mates for my plan on having an online magazine (I hope people would actually see this), so if you are interested, you could leave me a message here at the comment box.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are interested on following me (I hope there are people who would like to follow me though), just click this link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update you guys as soon as I finish my examsssssssssss and paperssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao, siopao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-337483885650072166?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/337483885650072166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=337483885650072166' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/337483885650072166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/337483885650072166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-moto.html' title='Hello Moto!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-2835709696861406101</id><published>2011-03-07T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:21:11.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>Hey there, spider!</title><content type='html'>After a month of hiatus, school works and extra curricular activities -- here I am again! :)&lt;div&gt;I was honestly thinking of abandoning this blog, but as I think about it, I realized that instead of leaving, I actually wanted to revive this site. All just came into my mind: putting up a new layout and updating it more than I actually did in the past few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past few months, I was more active on Tumblr than here. Maybe it's because more people are actually using the site and I thought more people would actually give attention to my posts. But then again, I was wrong. Most people from Tumblr are actually just looking for people who would make them popular. Although there are some notable tumblr-istas (as what they call people on Tumblr), there are also a lot of people who uses Tumblr just because they thought it would make them cool, or probably, some sort of celebrity. As I slowly get so much into Tumblr, I realized that I almost forgot how to actually write posts that are sensible. Posts that actually have content value (or whatever you may call it). I actually opted to repost and reblog stuffs whenever I don't have anything in mind. And if I do have some crazy ideas going on, typing it on Tumblr is somewhat useless, considering that people doesn't really like text posts and would rather browse some awfully edited pics than reading your stuffs. And that was the exact thing that I missed about blogger. People who stays here are people who do care about long blogs, people who waste time reading other's thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Blogger. And most certainly, I miss the people here on Blogger. This is the exact reason why I decided to come back and never abandon this site -- ever again. And I am officially announcing to you guys that I, Umi, the owner of The Yellow Pad Chronicles, is back. Expect more posts this coming month (especially after the semester ends) plus I'm thinking of putting up an online magazine (but I'm still thinking about it, considering that I don't have a "TEAM" to work with).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will update you guys soon! I missed blogger! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-2835709696861406101?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2835709696861406101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=2835709696861406101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2835709696861406101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2835709696861406101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-there-spider.html' title='Hey there, spider!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7531427622387001020</id><published>2011-01-30T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:49:52.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>WHOT.</title><content type='html'>It's been weeks since I last updated my blog. It's sad, I know, but still, I wanted to post something that's substantial in here rather than a rant about how stupid kids might be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this past few weeks, I was pretty occupied with a lot of thinking. When I mean thinking, it doesn't only mean that I am being challenged academically. It also means that life has been challenging me a little bit different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few weeks, it seems that I'm starting to lose interest on something I really like. It took me years to have it, and now that I got it, it seems like I don't like it at all. You know what I'm saying? I know it's stupid slacking my ass off when I know I can do something better. Maybe I just got sick of the usual routine. Maybe because I felt out of place whenever I'm with the people I used to enjoy the company with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I ask you, what is wrong with me? I hope you guys would tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7531427622387001020?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7531427622387001020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7531427622387001020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7531427622387001020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7531427622387001020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/whot.html' title='WHOT.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5861316338855965973</id><published>2011-01-02T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:02:25.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>10.</title><content type='html'>Most of the people start their 2011 by listing down all their new year's resolution, their goals and their wishes for this year. But I say, why won't we start the year by recounting all the precious memories that 2010 had left. All the good things, the highlights, the things we're thankful for. Ten awesome memories and I'm moving on to 2011.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Meeting Aneth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was the first time that I decided to meet up with an online friend just because we wanted to. I've done this a couple of times with some school mates, but still, they're my school mates and that doesn't made a lot of difference, you know. In this case, I went all the way from LB to Trinoma just to meet up a girl whom I know for the longest time, but haven't seen at all. It was a highlight because we're somewhat close, but still, this was our first time to see each other face to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Family Reunion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Usually, when we're having a get together, it is always at our place. Since my grandmother lives upstairs, mom's sibs would go here to pay a visit and that's it -- that's our so called "reunion". Anyway, this year, we had a different location, and for the first time, we had pictures taken, games for the kiddos and a lot more that I consider as a 'first time'. This reunion was also a way of bonding my cousins and I (since they already have their families, I find it hard to fit in) more tighter. It was also where the big confession was done -- mom already blurted out that I have a boyfriend, however, dad still doesn't know about it. It's kinda complicated, really, but you see, mom was able to tell it to my cousins (which was somewhat an achievement to my boyfriend and I) and at least, we're somewhat legitimate in way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. P.R.O.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year was the greatest leap on my life as a member of my organization. I was elected as the P.R.O. for this year, thus, making me owe more responsibility to the org. It was never an easy task, being busy with all those shizzinits, plus the fact that I have to puke posters and teasers almost every week because our activities are just never ending. At the end of the day, I still enjoyed my job. Although it's been hard coping up with all the work, I still find it amazing how I survived 2010 with all the work here, plus academics, plus dancing. Nevertheless, I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Boy Pogi at ang mga Sireyna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the most challenging productions ever. There are a lot of things that passed us by, but still we're able to push this through and remain intact at the end of the day. My job here was supposedly with the lights but I ended up as the sounds board(wo)man for all the 6 shows. I enjoyed my job and my committee mates, but still, learning all the cues in just a matter of days wasn't easy. I started coming to rehearsals 3-4 days before the show, so it was pretty hard catching up with the cues of the music. Good thing this was not my first time, so it was a plus point for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Apricot's Reunion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After 2 years, I finally reunited with one of the best sections I've ever been to. Although some of the people that I would love to see weren't there, it was still one hell of a night. I'm with my old friends, laughing our asses off and having so much fun together. Too bad I wasn't allowed to stay the night over at my classmate's house. Dad fetched me at around 11PM, but still, those few hours were really precious and worth remembering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Inaanak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year, I was able to have the privilege of being a sponsor to one of our new recruits to the organization. If you're from LB, you probably know what I'm talking about. Anyways, it was a great experience being a ninang for a person you barely know. It has been a way to have another close pal, and to test your skills as a responsible person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. 3rd Anniversary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My boyfriend and I recently celebrated our 3rd anniversary together. It wasn't much of a celebration, thinking that we only went out and ate together, but still, it was one of the most beautiful memory of 2010. We're both grateful of what we had for the past 3 years, and celebrating another year of our love sure is a way to look forward to another year. If it wasn't for him, I could've lost my mind already, or probably you'd pick me somewhere in Mandaluyong crying for help. Aside from being my lover, he was also my best friend, my guide, and as cliche as it might sound, my shoulder to cry on. I am always grateful for his existence, and being faithful for the past 3 years was only a way to prove how much I love him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. 18th Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year, I am finally a legal citizen, thus, I can be thrown into jail anytime. My 18th birthday celebration wasn't much of an extravagant party. It was more of "my closest friend's get together" because the only people I celebrated with are the ones that are closest to my heart. It wasn't a party at all, but instead just a little celebration to thank God for another year in my life. Another thing is that, I received 2 dozen of beautiful roses from my boyfriend as a gift. It was one of the best presents that I got, and although I didn't look like a princess, those people that I celebrated with sure made me feel that I'm one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Getting in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last summer, I was able to get in to the finals of Magic 89.9's search for the next junior jocks. Although I didn't actually became a junior jock, it was still one of the best experience last year. First screening was a bit tough, since we're more than 300 aspirants competing against each other, but the finals sure was tougher. More 50 candidates for the junior jock position, and only 15 got in. It was really hard, since I'm not really that outgoing, but still, making it to the top 50 out of 300 was a big leap for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Concert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, after 2 years of hesitance, I am now a member of a dance group in our campus. And finally, I was able to perform with them to DL Umali, "the" auditorium of LB. It was very hard juggling my time, thinking that I have my academics, then my other organization, then the dance concert. It was painful that I have to make a lot of sacrifices just to be able to dance a very few cuts from the concert, but as they say, there is no sweet victory without a little bit of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, there. That's how I sum up my 2010. I hope 2011 would be awesome! Cheers! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5861316338855965973?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5861316338855965973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5861316338855965973' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5861316338855965973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5861316338855965973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/10.html' title='10.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6238948714570278231</id><published>2010-12-27T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:51:03.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>Checklist before 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I only have a few more things to do before I finally say goodbye to our dear old 2010. Unlike my usual checklists, this one doesn’t include tedious work or things that I have to finish because they have a certain deadline or something. This one is just something that I wanted to do for the sake of self satisfaction and nothing else. So, here goes my list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Pray and be thankful for everything that I had this year. This year wouldn’t be as awesome as it is if not for Him. I’m not really a religious person, but this doesn’t stop me to take a pause once in a while and just be thankful for everything. Maybe you should try this one too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Hug each member of my family and tell them how much I love them. I don’t really do this very often because of the usual excuses that teenagers give. “I’m old enough for this hugging drama shit”. But if you think about it, maybe we’re not really that old. Besides, showing love and affection doesn’t have an age limit. So I’ll go ahead and grab the chance to tell my family how much they mean to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Send a “specialized” text message to everyone who are special to me. When I say specialized, it means it’s not a group message. Well, if it is a group message, I’ll make it sure that it is special. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Make everyone I love feel special. This one’s pretty hard since I’m almost always invisible to everyone, so I don’t really know how to do this. However, not all people feels that way anyway, so maybe I’ll just give this one a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Call my boyfriend and tell him how much he means to me. I know, I’ve been ranting about love life and all that shit, but you see, it’s not really bad to be mediocre sometimes. Hihi. He did a lot of things that meant A LOT to me. He was the one who helped me pushed my limits. He was the one who listened to my never ending rants. He’s just the best and I have no idea where would I be if he’s not here. Cheesy shit, but yes, he meant that much to me — and I love him so much for that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there. 5 things I have to do before 2011. I wish I could finish them all. And hey, being a little cheesy doesn’t make me less awesome, right? Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few more days before 2011. Let’s all make the most out of the remaining days of 2010. Go guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6238948714570278231?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6238948714570278231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6238948714570278231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6238948714570278231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6238948714570278231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/checklist-before-2011.html' title='Checklist before 2011'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4066648900461577542</id><published>2010-12-23T04:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T04:32:56.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Confrontations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am never good at confronting anyone. I always feel uncomfortable giving speeches of how I really feel. Whether it’s with a friend or my boyfriend, I always opt to writing rather than talking a lot. I know, it’s not really a good thing, but you see, whenever I confront somebody, I always cry. Either I’m telling that person a good thing or a bad thing, weirdly, I always end up crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, a close friend of mine paid me a visit. We haven’t seen each other for months now and we’ve been having a lot of misunderstandings lately. I have always expressed how much I’m hurt of whatever’s going on between us through e-mails and all, but I have never told her how I felt by talking or meeting up. Today, she paid me a visit and right there and then, we talked. We talked about how much we’ve been missing out with each other’s lives and how much things had changed. It was hard for both of us to start the conversation and there was a long, awkward silence at first. We started talking about stuffs that doesn’t touch the topic of how we’ve been here, but in the end, we just let everything out, especially me (I’m the one who has a lot of issues anyway).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good that we’ve already explicitly told each other how we felt. Although we still missed a lot of things (she wasn’t able to stay longer since her sister asked her to go home already) but I must say, it made my chest a little lighter. At least I had the assurance that everything would be fine soon. Or at least, that’s how I think about the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4066648900461577542?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4066648900461577542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4066648900461577542' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4066648900461577542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4066648900461577542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/confrontations.html' title='Confrontations'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7536341346025108090</id><published>2010-12-20T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:30:14.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It's a season to be jolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yehey! Christmas vacation! Here’s a rundown of my “what-to-do” this so-called “days of freedom”. Hope to do them all even though I feel like time wouldn’t permit me to do everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finish the books that I’ve borrowed from a friend. &lt;/b&gt;Few weeks ago, I borrowed my friend's Dexter series thinking I could actually finish them along side with my academic workload — and intensive training for the concert and some works for my other organization. Didn’t realize it was a stupid thing to do. But then again, it would really be great if I could return them and FINISH them by the start of the year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catch up with my friends…&lt;/b&gt; Darren, Jamie, ChinChin, (could also be) Ahlou, (or) Monica. Could also be all of them, I hope. But I don’t think it would be possible though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go out with Dormkads.&lt;/b&gt; Although it seems a bit complicated, I hope our EK trip would still be pushed through. Let’s go out guys!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch loads of movies and series.&lt;/b&gt; Oh my goodness. Loads of DVDs at home, unlimited internet connection = PERFECT TIMING TO SLACK OFF AND BE ONE FAT ASS WHO GOT NOTHING TO DO BUT STRESS HER EYES. Proposal Daisasuken. Gossip Girl. How I Met Your Mother. Glee. Hellcats. Dexter. Easy A. Last Song. Charlie St. Cloud. And a whole lot more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bond with my family. &lt;/b&gt;Almost 3 months of being away from home sure made me miss them a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read requirements for my playwriting subject (ENG105).&lt;/b&gt; 3 one act plays and a book about how to write an effective play. Sounds boring but it’s actually really interesting to do. Ever since forever, I’ve been trying to write my own play and this actually could be a dream come true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do requirements for practicum…&lt;/b&gt; And even look for a good place to go on an internship. I know, summers a few more months away, but come to think of it, it would be better if I start early, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read requirements for my Rizal subject (PI100).&lt;/b&gt; Noli and Fili. Oh boy. I never even read those back in high school. I just suck at this thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do my assignments for Hum170. &lt;/b&gt;A proposal, a report and a presentation. So you see, I still have a lot of thinking to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas shopping!&lt;/b&gt; Christmas vacation would never be over without Christmas shopping. Oh boy, oh boy! SHOPPING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENJOY MY CHRISTMAS VACATION.&lt;/b&gt; Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7536341346025108090?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7536341346025108090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7536341346025108090' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7536341346025108090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7536341346025108090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='It&apos;s a season to be jolly'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7628604784150060382</id><published>2010-12-05T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:36:39.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Dramarama.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to update my blog for ages because of the following reasons:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was so busy with our dance concert, I forgot that there was the internet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was too occupied with academic works on my free time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If time would permit me, I only check my facebook account, update my tumblr a little and open my e-mail whenever I get online. Nevertheless, I open no other sites rather than those.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;For weeks, I have been away from almost everyone -- my family, my friends, my dorm mates. Made me feel alone a bit. My co-dancers has been my family for almost a month. It was a nice experience, being able to get a little more closer to the new family that I had discovered. However, for the past few weeks, I felt a little bit left out. I suddenly realized that for most of my stay in both my organization and in the campus itself, I don't actually have a group of friends that I constantly hang out with -- except for my dorm mates, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I might just be over thinking about this things, but this realizations hit me as I review my journey this November. For all the downfalls and depressions, no one was actually there to help me get up -- except my boyfriend. Nobody really cared if I was going on through all this challenges. I know, affection would be the last thing that I should look for in this busy world, but I just can't help it. People would ask me if I'm okay, I'll answer yes, but no one really knew what was going on inside me. No one really took time to talk with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh geez. Self pity. Forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7628604784150060382?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7628604784150060382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7628604784150060382' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7628604784150060382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7628604784150060382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/dramarama.html' title='Dramarama.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-2020978858582529677</id><published>2010-11-02T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:45:08.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: This post includes some cursing. Sorry. And yes, about the letters, I'm just skipping it for now. Will post the next one ASAP. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, I failed my math subject by 5 fucking points on my removals. This semester, I took the courage to take it again (although I’m really traumatized by my failure) and PASS IT (yes, I am THAT positive about this) with flying colors. While I was browsing my sections, I realized that the section that I am in last year and this semester is actually the same: &lt;b&gt;ST&lt;/b&gt;. Even the recitation section is the same: &lt;b&gt;3R&lt;/b&gt;. And even the time slot is the same: &lt;b&gt;8-9AM&lt;/b&gt;. Thank God the professors and instructors weren’t the same, so it’s quite a relief — because, yes, I definitely do not like my lecturer back then (especially when he says tweniwan. Fuck it.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just forget about it, and as I thought I had already moved on, a few minutes ago, my closest friend reiterated that I am in the same section as last year — which made my bones shake in nervousness. Although I always tell everyone it’s okay that I failed, deep inside, I still feel so fucking bad about it. Being into the same section, same time slot is like repeating what happened a year ago — although this time, I’m pretty sure, I’ll pass this shit. It seems like it was meant for me. It was meant for me to correct my mistakes last year. &lt;i&gt;Fuck yeah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-2020978858582529677?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2020978858582529677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=2020978858582529677' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2020978858582529677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2020978858582529677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/11/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3123643668233877159</id><published>2010-10-31T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:20:15.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day letters'/><title type='text'>Letter 2: Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: This is supposedly a 'crush' section, but I decided to change it to because of two reasons -- one, I don't really know what to say to my crush, and two, there is no boyfriend section in the challenge. I dunno. I just feel like it. Haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hey there! I know, I've written much letters for you already, and in our almost three years together, I guess I already told you everything I need to say. But yeah, another letter won't harm, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Few hours ago, I was crying in your arms. I know I tend to be such a crybaby whenever we're together, uncertain about the next time I'll be able to hug you. But I really would love to tell you that I'm thankful of your patience to my whining and to the kisses that you give me just to make me smile. I know it's not easy dealing with our situation -- Laguna and Bulacan -- plus the fact that I sometimes tend to have PMS and crazy tantrums, but I just want you to know that I am forever grateful to have someone who would go through all this hardships just to keep me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You play such a huge role in my life, and I could not imagine my life without you. A few years back, I was someone who doesn't care too much about having a boyfriend, traumatized of the things that had happen to my past relationships. But when you came, you showed me that being committed doesn't mean I end my carefree life, but instead, it's something that would help me grow and something that would help me become a better person. When you came, I saw an older brother, but as time goes by, you proved me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know we're both too young to take everything seriously, and I know it's too early to tell this, but I just want you to know (although you know this already) that I love you and I wish you'd be my forever. Almost three years does not assure a lifetime commitment, but I do wish we'd end up giving vows someday, having our own family, and living in a house near the shore after we both retire. I wish to be with you soon. A month won't be long enough. I love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With much love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: Thank you so much for the kind words regarding my previous post. Just to clear things out, I don't have any best friend, and the letter is addressed to my 'future' best friend, if there's any. Anyway, thanks again! &lt;b&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3123643668233877159?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3123643668233877159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3123643668233877159' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3123643668233877159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3123643668233877159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-1-boyfriend.html' title='Letter 2: Boyfriend'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7091773800887012022</id><published>2010-10-24T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T07:37:57.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day letters'/><title type='text'>Letter 1: Best Friend</title><content type='html'>Dear Best Friend,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you? I hope you're doing great, because I'm doing awesome today. I just had my haircut, and my folks are pampering me way too much. I guess they missed me a lot, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, somewhere, you're fast asleep. Maybe, you're listening to your favorite music, or probably, you're surfing the net just as I do. The thing is, we could never talk. We never did. We haven't had the chance to do it, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you mind to meet me someday? I don't know where or when, but you know, let's just meet. Have a good talk, and decide to hang out more often, and know each other better, or maybe dig deeper into each others hearts. I know, I know. There are a few that I could really tag your name with, but almost always, they leave. Or if not, they fall away from me. Maybe I'm not that remarkable, but if ever we meet, please do make sure you'll take care of me? Right now, you're my boyfriend. But I do hope to meet you soon, so if ever boyfriend and I decided to be together someday, you'll be my maid of honor. You'll help me plan things, and I'll crash into your house when I just bought a good movie. If you have a problem, you can phone me even in the middle of the night. You could always drop by our house, and I'll feed you with whatever's on our fridge. You'll meet my parents, and we'll be like real sibs. You can go in our house anytime and drag me to wherever you wish just to make you smile. You can cry your heart out and I'll listen -- although your rants are just the same as yesterday. You can share your secrets with me, and I'll keep my mouth shut. Trust me, I'm good at keeping secrets, on giving advices, and on listening to people. I never get tired with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I seem to be boring at times, but try me. Let's meet as soon as we can, so we could have fun as early as now. I wish to be with you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Umi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7091773800887012022?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7091773800887012022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7091773800887012022' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7091773800887012022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7091773800887012022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-1-best-friend.html' title='Letter 1: Best Friend'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3860246816383405103</id><published>2010-10-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:42:42.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Out of words.</title><content type='html'>Rainy days make people feel gloomy and lazy, and I am definitely a member of the parade. Today, I had dedicated my time sleeping and surfing the net. Although I do have something else in mind (a coffee while reading Coelho's Veronika Decides to Die), I wasn't in the mood to do so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, lately, I've been feeling too lazy to write. I mean, there is no significant topic in my head, or if ever I do have any idea, I can't find the words to tell them. I dunno. Maybe it's some kind of writer's block or something, but I think I'm just too stressed this past few days that I couldn't think. This lead me into thinking of taking up those 30-day challenges. There's this interesting 30-day challenge I've seen lurking around the net: the 30 letter challenge. I mean, it makes me think a lot, and well, it could say a lot about me without even trying. I also find it very helpful on making me write with sense again. As you can see, this post is a crap. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to give you guys an overview of what to expect, this is the list of the letters that I need to accomplish. I wouldn't be able to do it everyday, and I have no idea when will I be able to post, but yea, I'll finish this as soon as I can. Woot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letters to…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start it off the next time I post here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, that's it. Wee. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3860246816383405103?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3860246816383405103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3860246816383405103' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3860246816383405103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3860246816383405103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/out-of-words.html' title='Out of words.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-2809665668890378639</id><published>2010-10-10T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:52:42.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>10.10.10 in Bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up at 10AM, considering that I overslept yesterday (10AM-7PM, with intervals due to eating and peeing).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bored to death and surfed the net all through-out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chatted with him. We’re having one of the biggest humps of our relationship and has been playing a tag of war since Friday. And yes, nobody has won the game yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idled for an hour or two, drinking coffee, browsing the net, and bawling over my pillow. Such a baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Hellcats, episodes 3 and 4. I wish I can have ‘em abs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate lunch with family. It was awesome. I sure missed home. I wish I could spend more time with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, I’m currently singing “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”. And yes, I wanna hold your hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-2809665668890378639?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2809665668890378639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=2809665668890378639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2809665668890378639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2809665668890378639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010-in-bullets.html' title='10.10.10 in Bullets'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6392183880378339219</id><published>2010-10-03T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T06:56:06.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>Best friends.</title><content type='html'>A few minutes ago, I saw this post from Tumblr that shows the difference between a friend and a best friend. (If you want to see the actual post, you could check out this &lt;a href="http://starapple.tumblr.com/post/1234546846/differences-between-friends-best-friends"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, that's my tumblr. Feel free to click the follow button too. Hihi.)  I was under a spell of some sort, being too sentimental about my friends etc., etc. I've been into this drama for a couple of weeks -- months, rather -- now and every time I see things like this, I can't help but to check it all out. I read it thoroughly, wishing by any means, that someone is actually qualified for the title "best friend". By the end of the post, I realized no one actually passed the criteria. Not even a single soul.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says a lot about the stereotypical girly things that you can see on TV -- your crazy best friend being as true as they can be in front of you. In some ways, this things are true, sweet, and ideal at the same time. You can't have someone exactly like this, but you can have someone who's close to this -- and come to think of it, no one is even close enough to 20%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This actually led me into self-pity, bitterness, and the feeling of being left out. I do have close friends, but nobody is as close as to the descriptions posted. My boyfriend, however, is an exception. He was the only one who did everything written -- except for girly things and the love consultations of course -- and I really do feel that he is my best friend. I know, if time came and he left me, I have no idea where to go. But it's okay.. for now. I wish I had a best friend like that from the post above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6392183880378339219?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6392183880378339219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6392183880378339219' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6392183880378339219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6392183880378339219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-friends.html' title='Best friends.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5142442213344950685</id><published>2010-09-26T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T02:10:52.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Reminisce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;It has been a year since Ondoy hit the country, and it all seems just like yesterday. It was one devastating experience: being stuck in the traffic for six hours, walking into the rushing floods at Buendia, not being able to go home, and knowing the fact that hundreds of people died because of the non-stop rain brought by the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Despite the hardships that the storm had brought, there are still the brighter side. Good memories, such as staying at my best friend’s home, the feeling of being cared about (my boyfriend waited for hours just to fetch me and secure my safety), and witnessing how helpful the Filipinos can be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Ondoy sure is one hell of an experience. It’s hard to look back at the bitter ending of things, but on the lighter side, it made everyone stronger, braver, and more of a fighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;PS. Let's be friends! Follow me on Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/starlight11). Cheers!&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/4788372542694914358-5142442213344950685?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5142442213344950685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5142442213344950685' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5142442213344950685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5142442213344950685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6363856903074279971</id><published>2010-09-18T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T08:01:44.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Homework Free Weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/TJTOR-fCkhI/AAAAAAAAADY/E7zUhkEUVik/s1600/tumblr_l8xozmvj3z1qa2a5ao1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/TJTOR-fCkhI/AAAAAAAAADY/E7zUhkEUVik/s200/tumblr_l8xozmvj3z1qa2a5ao1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518262251661988370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Honestly speaking, I don’t get the point of implementing this shit. The best time to do your homework (for elementary and high school students, that is) is the weekend. When you come to think of it, this actually practices their ability to manage their time well so they could actually enjoy their own weekend, plus it also serves as a supplementary for their lessons in school. I find DepEd’s reason to be plain crap. Playing with their friends and having a family time? Come on people. You can have those after school, or you can do your homeworks on a Friday night (children do not go on bars or gimiks on a Friday night for crying out loud) so you can enjoy your Saturdays and Sundays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Tralala. This is bullshit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6363856903074279971?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6363856903074279971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6363856903074279971' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6363856903074279971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6363856903074279971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/homework-free-weekends.html' title='Homework Free Weekends.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/TJTOR-fCkhI/AAAAAAAAADY/E7zUhkEUVik/s72-c/tumblr_l8xozmvj3z1qa2a5ao1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-2180141045411947089</id><published>2010-09-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:08:08.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Hang out.</title><content type='html'>I went out with Twin Aneth yesterday. It was our first time to bond, although we have known each other for the longest time now. I am usually quiet at first, but today was a different story. I was unusually hyper, talks a lot and acts like a kid (because at times, I really felt like a kid because she was waaaaaaaay too tall! Haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I thought that I would ran out of words, I felt really comfortable the whole time. Maybe the hug affected me (yes, she hugged me. Hihi.) and made me feel more attached to her. (Even thought at first I felt really bad because I made her wait for a long time. Erm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of the whole bonding was choosing where to eat. Honestly speaking, we strolled around the food court but never chose anything. We ended up at Taco Bell and enjoyed their beef something (forgot how it was called. Haha.). We strolled some more and went to SM North to play DDR. There are way too many people watching and playing that we actually ended up at the basketball hoops and Pang Pang Paradise (I have no idea how would I describe it, but that is the name of the game). We planned to go to CD-R King (Twin’s boyfriend asked her to buy blank CDs) and to buy something that each of us would have, but time did not permit, so we just headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we part ways, she bought donuts (Yay! Krispy Kreme. Thanks Twin!) and gave me a hug. It was really fun, and I really felt more attached to her than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to more bonding! Until next time, Twin. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I know my narrative skills are bad, so forgive me. I have no idea what has gotten into me that made me write something like this. Maybe I’m inspired. LOL. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-2180141045411947089?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2180141045411947089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=2180141045411947089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2180141045411947089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2180141045411947089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/hang-out.html' title='Hang out.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5864516334691153252</id><published>2010-09-12T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:37:52.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, UP Pep Squad!</title><content type='html'>UP brings home the bacon -- again. After a few season, UP returns to its throne. Bragging rights again. Congrats, &lt;i&gt;kapwa Isko't Iska!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;U-niber-sidad ng Pilipinas! Oooh! FTW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quotable quote from a UPLB Alumnus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Sa mga nagtatanong po kung bakit sunflower ang pom-poms ng UP: Natatakot kasi kami na kainin ng zombies ang aming brains.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5864516334691153252?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5864516334691153252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5864516334691153252' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5864516334691153252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5864516334691153252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/congrats-up-pep-squad.html' title='Congrats, UP Pep Squad!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7809534750687157851</id><published>2010-09-03T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:16:35.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lutang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>On Bullets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today feels so gloomy. I have no freakin' idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My boyfriend's phone was broken for almost half of the day&lt;/b&gt;. We were able to text when the night came, but he fell asleep early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My best friend in high school asked me to come to her birthday, but I think I couldn't make it&lt;/b&gt;. I wanted to but I dunno where to get some money. Although I do feel bad about our friendship sometimes, things like this are worth the sacrifice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A friend of mine took over the job of being the lights boardman&lt;/b&gt;. I was really excited when I learned that I would be handling the board for the production. I was kinda pissed off at first because I was asked to attend rehearsals which are supposedly for the one who would be boarding the sounds. I was annoyed by that time, so I decided to rant to this friend of mine about how I felt. Ironically, she took over the job, and I was thrown off to being the sounds boardman again. And that -- that just pissed me off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I realized that a lot of time was wasted, and that I should've tried for the dance group a long time ago&lt;/b&gt;. I dunno. I guess a lot of time was wasted on thinking about what if's and doubting if I could REALLY dance. :|&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need more sleep.&lt;/b&gt; For the past week, I've been sleeping for only two-five hours. I've been feeling dizzy for sometime now and it sucks seeing everything hazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, that's sums me up for today. I wasn't able to read and reply to any of my tags, because my internet connection is unbelievably slow. I felt like I was using dial up again. Sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7809534750687157851?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7809534750687157851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7809534750687157851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7809534750687157851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7809534750687157851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-bullets.html' title='On Bullets.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4170964604846628482</id><published>2010-08-26T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:10:53.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sched'/><title type='text'>August Rush.</title><content type='html'>I haven't noticed that August is almost over -- until I realized the workloads that awaits me to the upcoming '-ber' month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to update lately mainly because of the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I got sick. &lt;/span&gt;My first week of August was dedicated on recuperating. I wasn't able to go to school for a week (Imagine how hard cramming slapped me afterward) because of flu, which at first they thought to be dengue (Thank God, it wasn't. Or else, I'm doomed with needles inserted in my body. Nooooooooooooooooo.) Mom had me go back to the doctor thrice because of different things my body does -- I got rashes, then tummy aches, and finally, sky-rocketing fever. After a week, my energy came back, but I sure lost a lot of pounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I am busy.&lt;/span&gt; Well, hell yes, I am busy -- as usual. I find it hard to put everything together, specially now that I go to dance training every night. We had tons of activities with the organization, plus an upcoming production. Extra curricular had been eating me alive, alongside with my academics that requires a lot of effort and creative juice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I am too lazy to update.&lt;/span&gt; Instead of updating, I dedicate my time sleeping, or playing games on my laptop. I also opt to update my twitter because it's faster, and I could update it every time through my cellphone (Feel free to check it out -- &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/starlight11"&gt;http://twitter.com/starlight11&lt;/a&gt;).  I don't know. Maybe, my creative juices are also sucked out of me that's why I couldn't think straight at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I've told you a couple of times that I wouldn't be in hiatus anymore, but it couldn't be helped. I've been trying my best to update, but 'ME' time isn't available at the moment. Maybe I'll be updating once in a while, or maybe not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe I should opt to shorter posts. Longer than tweets, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4170964604846628482?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4170964604846628482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4170964604846628482' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4170964604846628482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4170964604846628482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-rush.html' title='August Rush.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7243386529949042192</id><published>2010-07-26T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:02:02.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lutang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sched'/><title type='text'>Mundane.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am posting on an ordinary day -- which is pretty unusual for me. If you're asking if I'm not busy at all, well actually, I am. Definitely.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to post something here about something that is nothing. This might sound confusing, and yes, I'm pretty confused with my thoughts as well. Besides the fact that it is almost 3AM in the morning, I am just occupied with things I don't want to discuss. Mind you, this is not about a boyfriend-girlfriend drama, like some may over react upon, but this is more of a serious one. Serious, as in, academics, or other things that might stress a student's mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly speaking, for the past few days, I have been lost for words, for sanity, for thoughts, for good things, for positive vibes. I have no idea what had happened to me, but I guess, stress had just overcome my system. I am slowly being defeated by the things I have to do. Yes, maybe I am pretty overwhelmed with things, especially now that I just got accepted as a trainee for a dance group at the university, but I know I could handle this -- I just haven't figured out what to do. I also find it weird that I miss almost everyone -- some of my closest high school friends, whom I guess are slowly drifting away, my family, my home -- and is excessively missing my boyfriend, although we exchange SMS every once in a while. I don't know. Maybe, I need some company, or some hugs, or some comfort. I'm still puzzled with things, and I guess I just need time to think things over -- but the problem is, I don't have the leisure of thinking anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom told me the last time that I went home that I lost some weight, and that I look stressed and tired. One of the reasons why I love staying at home is because of my mom, whom I love the most. You see, making me remember these things actually calls on a tear or two in my eyes. I miss home. I miss relaxing. I miss having a "ME" time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go home. Staying at the university makes me feel sick, and tired, and stressed. Although, yes, I love what I am doing, I have no idea how to cope up with the fast changing things. Maybe I need to get lost in a while. Declare my own holiday. Or maybe I should just try to catch up with the undying changes of life. Or maybe I should buy another ice cream, and another -- chocolate truffles. I'm so lost. I hope I could find my way back. Like, right NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7243386529949042192?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7243386529949042192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7243386529949042192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7243386529949042192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7243386529949042192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/07/mundane.html' title='Mundane.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3493547468069329890</id><published>2010-07-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:19:22.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: &lt;i&gt;This post would be written in Tagalog. I haven't blogged in Tagalog for a loooong time, and today are those days that I wanted to write something in my native tongue. Well, Buwan ng Wika is coming up, might as well start it off a bit earlier. Also, I am not writing in full Tagalog because of two reasons: (1) I suck, and (2) I suck. So, this post is actually a mixture of two languages. Yes, I do code switch, and I do think that I have difficulties on expressing things in FULL TAGALOG.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang tagal kong nawala. Ang tagal kong hinanap ang mga salitang gusto kong sabihin. Natambakan na ako ng kwento, ng mga bagay na gustong i-share. Hindi ko alam, pero parang nawalan ako ng amore sa pagsusulat ng blog posts. Para bang tuwing binubuksan ko ang blogger ko, parang lagi na lang akong walang masulat, kahit na sobrang dami ng bagay na tumatakbo sa isip ko. Pero ngayon, nalaman ko na kung bakit ako walang masulat: una, masyadong okupado na ang utak ko sa mga bagay, at pangalawa, pinipilit kong maging 'sensible' kahit papaano ang mga nilalagay ko dito, kahit na sa isip ko ay wala naman talagang 'sensible' na bagay na tumatakbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madaming nangyari sa apat na linggong nawala ako. Napakadaming pagsubok ang lumipas at nalagpasan: mula kay Bashang -- na tinanggalan ako ng elektrisidad sa oras na kailangan kong magpasa ng paper para sa major ko -- hanggang sa krisis ng tubig sa dorm (nawalan kami ng pampaligo sa loob ng 3 araw na nag-lead na din sa pagkawala ng inuming tubig sa loob ng isang linggo. Buti na lang nakasurvive pa kami.), pati na din sa pagkamatay ng isang kaklase, pag overcome sa takot, paglaban sa mga bagay na gusto ko, hanggang sa pagsisipag upang pumasa -- lahat yan, nalagpasan ko na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hindi na ako pupunta sa mga detalye, kasi kung iisa-isahin ko pa, malamang, hindi na natapos ang post na ito. Basta, ang alam ko lang, nitong nakaraang buwan, madami akong natutunan, hindi lamang sa pang akademikong aspeto, kundi na rin sa mga bagay tungkol sa buhay, sa paglaban, sa hindi pagsuko. Aaminin ko, madami din naman akong pagkakamaling nagawa. Hindi maganda yun, pero alam ko na sa mga kamaliang iyon, madami akong natutunan, nalagpasan, napagtanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Narealize ko din na hindi dapat palaging sensible ang post ko dito. Pwede din naman palang banga, basta, ang kailangan ko ay maging expressive at maging totoo lang sa lahat ng sasabihin ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam ko, walang kwenta ang post na ito, kaya feel free na mag iwan ng criticisms tungkol dito. Pasensya na sa pagkawala. Ipinapangako ko, ako'y magbabalik na. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS. Follow me on Twitter for more updates! &lt;i&gt;http://twitter.com/starlight11&lt;/i&gt;. I post updates every now and then, and replies to everyone who tags me. ^_^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3493547468069329890?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3493547468069329890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3493547468069329890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3493547468069329890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3493547468069329890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6104119323762003921</id><published>2010-06-21T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:44:34.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Fast Paced</title><content type='html'>It has been two weeks since school had resumed. A lot of things has already been done, and weirdly, a lot of days has already been dedicated to the never ending list of tasks that has already piled up through the days. So, you see, the load of work that must be done requires lots of time, that 24 hours isn't enough for them. Org works, academic works, and other things just seems to be so much, that sleep isn't an option anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing, it has been roughly around 15 days since school started, and I have been sleep deprived for more than a week now. Aside from the fact that school has been dragging me too much, I have also been into an emotional situation last week. My aunt just passed away, and it wasn't such an easy state -- although I must admit we're never that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell these things in more details, but it seems that time does not permit. Good bye for now, friends. I'm really sorry if flowers can't bloom as of today. But as soon as I got the consumable moments, I swear I'll update and reply to your tags. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6104119323762003921?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6104119323762003921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6104119323762003921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6104119323762003921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6104119323762003921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/fast-paced.html' title='Fast Paced'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6263180879496149281</id><published>2010-06-06T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:54:00.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>Yes, people. Reality bites. School is finally back. Few hours from now, I'd be heading back to Laguna and will be leaving the whole routine that I get used to. Few minutes from now, I’d be packing up my laptop, my make-up kit, my favorite stuff toy, my charger, and all the stuffs I just bought for school. Few more seconds from now, I’d be starting another PSD file and make another template for the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a word that surpasses all aspects of emotions – sadness, happiness, disappointment, confusion, anger, regret, and a whole lot more. We all get through a phase in life where we swore we never wanted to go back again in this hell of a ride, but still end up being into the same spot all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow, I’d be leaving the comfort of my home and start another chapter of my life. I know, I am not alone, and together, with all of the people who feel the same as what I am feeling, good luck to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, Laguna. Hello, dormitory. Hello, Ob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lation. Hello, UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;PS. I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://vannice95.blogspot.com/"&gt;NICE&lt;/a&gt; for the award that she gave me. I really appreciated it! Kindly click for a larger view. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/TAvgXprz6nI/AAAAAAAAADA/mOCNpPQnpOM/s1600/blog+award+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/TAvgXprz6nI/AAAAAAAAADA/mOCNpPQnpOM/s320/blog+award+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479720068557564530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/TAvggvGwmPI/AAAAAAAAADI/upJ5iOiDX24/s1600/blog+award+2010+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/TAvggvGwmPI/AAAAAAAAADI/upJ5iOiDX24/s200/blog+award+2010+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479720224631593202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L: From Nice; R: From Me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to pass this on to the following bloggers: &lt;a href="http://vannice95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; (Giving it back. ^^), &lt;a href="http://falsedaylight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zephyres&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anitsirk29.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://eunmijjang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eun Mi&lt;/a&gt;, and lastly, &lt;a href="http://cheenish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheen&lt;/a&gt;.  Kampai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EDITED POST*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6263180879496149281?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6263180879496149281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6263180879496149281' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6263180879496149281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6263180879496149281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/TAvgXprz6nI/AAAAAAAAADA/mOCNpPQnpOM/s72-c/blog+award+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-540189139371637865</id><published>2010-06-04T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:39:14.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Sh*t</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past few days, I've been dying to post something on my blog, but it seems that everything is crashing down, and even my brain cells can't function well. Most of the times, I have ideas popping out, but when I finally face my laptop, everything just flies away, and I am left with a cursor constantly blinking on me. I don't actually know what's happening with me lately, but all I know is that I'm drowning in the sea of blackness, that I just wanted to cry then pass out. I guess this is a result of too much thinking about what if's, and of what is going to happen. It sucks to feel this way, I hate it, but I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to go out, but my friends seem to be too occupied about things. I wanted to have a coffee with someone and just talk, but everyone seems to be busy. I feel alone. It sucks. It's not good. It blacks me out. But I can't do anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. For the daily dose of me, add my twitter: http://twitter.com/starlight11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-540189139371637865?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/540189139371637865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=540189139371637865' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/540189139371637865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/540189139371637865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-sht.html' title='Random Sh*t'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-8617203876639605697</id><published>2010-05-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T02:45:39.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sched'/><title type='text'>Skambidambidam.</title><content type='html'>Since everyone is hyped about school, their first year, the continuation of their routines, of leaving the cyberworld, might as well participate with the club. Few days ago, I was able to have a glimpse of my schedule this coming semester (Yes, after waiting for nearly 5 hours just for the site to load.) We do not belong to "block" sections, so you have to realize that canceling a subject and moving it into another time slot is not easy. You have a hundred and so competitors for the said slot, so when SystemOne (the site that generates our schedule) gives you a complete 18 units, you're so lucky, that no matter how crappy it is, you just hit the finalize button, and woah-la! You finally have your subjects for the next sem. Not everyone is blessed enough to have 18 units, you know. And FYI, although we are taking JUST 18 units, it doesn't mean that our subjects is easier than what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your schedule sucks, well think again. Here's my upcoming sched for the semester, and although it's not yet finalized, you can see how boring my Tuesdays and Thursdays are -- considering that I live in a dorm with no TV, no WiFi, and very busy dorm mates. I'm enlisted with LTS 2 and I'm planning to prerog with a PE subject, so hopefully, there would be more colors on my TTh schedule. Click for a larger view. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S_f3GWGE8xI/AAAAAAAAACI/EvZLFLXR9h0/s1600/Purdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S_f3GWGE8xI/AAAAAAAAACI/EvZLFLXR9h0/s320/Purdy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474115560474473234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just also realized that I'm now a junior, and my subjects does not consist of GE's (minor subjects, as they call it) anymore. All of the subjects that I am enlisted in is my majors, so I better do good, or else -- *chokes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to have a rundown of my subjects, I'll explain to you very briefly what the hell these COMA and THEA are. Basically, these are the best explanations that I could give as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEA 108 - My only subject for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Although my classes eat just 3 hours of my time for the whole week, it doesn't mean that it stops there. Thea 108 is acting (yes, we have an acting subject, and it is a MAJOR) and would eat most of your nights because of rehearsals. No exams (I guess), but more of practical. Final requirement would be participating with the production (together with the Thea107 class, which I took last semester). I'm still in doubt if I would cancel it or not, depending on the status of my other subject.&lt;br /&gt;COMA 105 - I believe this is in line with advertising.&lt;br /&gt;ENG 106 - Creative Writing = MORE CREATIVE JUICES!&lt;br /&gt;ENG 101 - Prose styles. I still have no idea what this is, but all I know is that it requires reading, and writing.&lt;br /&gt;SPCM 104 - Speeches for all occations -- eulogies, acceptance speech, welcome speech, toast and roast speech -- more public speeches, more fun.&lt;br /&gt;COMA 192 - Research. All I know is that it is research, times ten, times twenty, times I don't know. This had driven some of my friends crazy. I hope it doesn't do the same with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez. I'm pretty nervous about my subjects, and I believe it would never be easy. All I know is I have to do my best to rise from the ashes of crapness last semester. Hope I do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. For those who answered my tag last time, thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;PSS. Follow me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/starlight11"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;! Come on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-8617203876639605697?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8617203876639605697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=8617203876639605697' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8617203876639605697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8617203876639605697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/skambidambidam.html' title='Skambidambidam.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S_f3GWGE8xI/AAAAAAAAACI/EvZLFLXR9h0/s72-c/Purdy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-8420677691436632616</id><published>2010-05-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T07:59:29.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Taggydee tag tag.</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty blacked out this past few days. I've been suffering from laziness, stress, and broken hearts lately. Anyway, fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://anitsirk29.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristina&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, and of course, I would never turn down this things. So, enjoy. Updates shall be posted soon. I don't know how soon is "soon" though. Forgive my crappy thoughts. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. I was up by around seven, then went back to sleep again. All I know is that I ate my brunch by 11AM. I'm such a lazy ass, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;br /&gt;- I like it with lots of mushroom. Om nomnom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't been in the cinema for the longest time now. I prefer buying the latest copy of DVDs from the friendly pirates in Caloocan. So what? I'm practical. I don't have time watching, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;- One Tree Hill. Gossip Girl. Glee. Pushing Daisies. Kyle XY. House, MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Paris. Or Japan. Or Sweden. I'm undecided really. But one thing's for sure, I would want to live somewhere near the people who are dearest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;- I had brunch. A glass of mango juice, rice, and corned beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have any favorite cuisine. As long as it satisfies my hunger, and it tastes great, I'm good with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;- Slimy food. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite place to eat?&lt;br /&gt;- Dining table. Does that count? Haha. Well, I actually enjoy eating outside, with all the open space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;br /&gt;- Thousand Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't drive... YET. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have any. As long as it's comfortable, and it looks good, I'll wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll travel the world. You got a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?&lt;br /&gt;- Just half. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. Probably, somewhere where I can oversee the sea. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;- Evening. I'm a vampire, you know. I think I can count myself as an sparkling being now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;- Children's Medical Hospital. Quezon City, Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;- Does dance competitions count? I am non-athletic, and I don't adore people killing each other with their fists, or chasing around for a ball. I don't watch sports, and if it does make me lame, so what? I just find it boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;br /&gt;- Snobs? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;br /&gt;- The person who opens and finds out first about this, and answers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Birdwatcher?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't watch birds. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;- Night. I'm a vampire. I sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. I'm not attached with animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;- It's not exciting, but it's new. My long time boyfriend and I just called it off. It sucks, you know. We exchanged our couple rings, and I can say that I've shed lots of tears for the past few days. Although it seemed like we didn't break up at all, because we still text each other constantly, and I still call him the way I used to, it just feels different knowing that you actually broke up. And it sucks, missing him so much, and wanting him to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;- A doctor. Then I realized I'm afraid of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;- I was able to ace an exam -- after being absent for three months. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;br /&gt;- DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;- Not yet. But I will be. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends where my dad is driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. And I don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;- PBB dude. Remember those three letters: PBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?&lt;br /&gt;- Ham and cheese. I'm more of a plain person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Flower?&lt;br /&gt;- Stargazers. Roses. Tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate truffles. Plain chocolate. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;- KFC. Jollibee. Mcdo. Yea, the usual. I'm not really picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't taken the driver's test.. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;- From the secretariat of our organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea. Probably Zara, Eco, and People Are People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately?&lt;br /&gt;- Hm. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have a job yet. Except for being a full time bum, and a lazy student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't eat broccoli. Or do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. All I know is that I love vacations, whatever they might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;- Darren and Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- War sweater - Wakey! Wakey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- A lot. Well, I could actually say, I don't have any favorite color in particular. I love mix and matching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have, and I will not have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;- Six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What time did you finish this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;- 1:02 AM. Yeah! I'm sparkling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Coffee drinker?&lt;br /&gt;- I am in love with caffeine, and I drown myself with coffee -- if ever that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://falsedaylight.blogspot.com/"&gt;ZEPHYRES&lt;/a&gt;, Twin &lt;a href="http://moodybutstillloved.tumblr.com/"&gt;ANETH&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thebelovedghost.blogspot.com/"&gt;SAIKO&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vannice95.blogspot.com/"&gt;NICE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jigzmoreinfo.blogspot.com/"&gt;JOSE&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://cheenish.blogspot.com/"&gt;CHEEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loveet.co.cc/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! I'm feeling pretty crazy right now, so that's all. I'll update as soon as I have my sanity back. Keep the overflowing shout outs coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'll be updating my twitter again, and I promise it wouldn't be a piece of crap as it was before. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/starlight11"&gt;Follow me&lt;/a&gt;! Or if you have one, just leave your id to my chat box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-8420677691436632616?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8420677691436632616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=8420677691436632616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8420677691436632616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8420677691436632616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/taggydee-tag-tag.html' title='Taggydee tag tag.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5519743575857382786</id><published>2010-05-16T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T06:02:53.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As seen from parts of Southeast Asia, the moon passes in front of Venus at about 10 hours Universal Time today&lt;/em&gt;." (Source: &lt;a href="http://earthsky.org/tag/tonight"&gt;http://earthsky.org/tag/tonight&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stars, the auroras, the moon, and the sky have always fascinated me. Sometimes, I wish I were a celestial being, so I could stay beside them and stare as long as I like. The sky is just wonderful when little bulbs surround it, twinkling, cradled by their mother, a big ball of light that changes it shape every now and then. Ah, the sky sure is beautiful, with the slim crescent moon, and the bright Venus atop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, I'm still looking for an inspiration to make my t-shirt designs. I'm required to pass it by tomorrow, but until now, I wasn't able to do anything at all. I'm pretty much empty headed right now, with my ideas trapped somewhere in my brain. I have no idea why, but I've been like this for more than a week now. It sucks, but all I have to do is to endure this, and find a way to solve this puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in dire need of inspiration, of creative juices, and of over flowing ideas. If only there's a store offering merchandises that could summon these, I will be very willing to spend my money on these. Oh please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5519743575857382786?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5519743575857382786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5519743575857382786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5519743575857382786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5519743575857382786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1518674595905797247</id><published>2010-05-13T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:46:22.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Bike Experience</title><content type='html'>Riding a bike is never easy. Before you learn, you have to go through lots of things -- learning how to balance your weight, knowing the right way to put your feet on the pedal, having bruises and scratches, and, most of all, the test of your determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest secrets: I don't know how to ride a bike. When I was young, mom and dad didn't gave me the opportunity to have a bike. I guess, my childhood was pretty deprived yet stays as wonderful as like what others had. Most of the time, I spend my days doing the usual role-plays. Sometimes, I become a chef, with leaves on my right and a plastic spoon on my left, stirring on a small bowl with water, cooking the most sumptuous leaf-dish ever. Most of the times, I’m a doctor who runs around wearing an over-sized lab gown, handling needle-less syringes to my minions, and giving surgeries to my poor dolls. However, never in my childhood that I was able to become a mini cyclist – the one who doesn’t care about the humps, and is only focused on pedaling a small bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, my dad brought me a Japanese Bike. Well, it wasn’t solely mine because my brother shares it with me. Although he perfectly knows that I have no experience whatsoever on riding a bike, he still pushed through. He told me he’ll teach me, and true to his words, he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two nights, I’ve been having my biking lessons with dad. I still haven’t learn how to ride it, but I’m slowly making my way. Learning how to ride it is like making your first few steps. I felt like a baby again, and I did enjoy it. I feel closer to my dad every time he assists me and guides me. I’m not a daddy’s girl, and through this, I feel like I’m getting closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I’d be able to ride a bike after a week or so. I’m looking forward on chasing the winds with my bike few more days from now. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Know more about me. If interested. Haha. Ask me: http://formspring.me/jhanzey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1518674595905797247?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1518674595905797247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1518674595905797247' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1518674595905797247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1518674595905797247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/bike-experience.html' title='The Bike Experience'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-9104232481080738093</id><published>2010-05-08T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:03:11.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Screening #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Paragon Plaza. Six hours of nerve-wrecking audition number two. Six hours of never-ending conversations. Tiring. But priceless. Alas. I did not get in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Around 500 aspiring jocks. 50 outgoing, perky, energetic, and talented finalists. 16 Junior Jock slots. I was one of those who are lucky enough to made it to the finals. I’m happy just being here, and the experience is just priceless. Although I didn’t get in, new friends, happy thoughts, and new learning are enough to make me smile. It also made me realize that I have to have lots of practice. This isn’t the end of the road. I will still try my luck next year. Mwahahaha. And I WILL GET IN. Because by that time, I would be more practiced and determined than ever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will see you again next year, Magic. And this time, I will conquer the microphone, and finally, go on air. My hopes are still high. As they say, never give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. Ask a question! Visit my &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jhanzey"&gt;Formspring&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-9104232481080738093?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9104232481080738093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=9104232481080738093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/9104232481080738093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/9104232481080738093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/screening-2.html' title='Screening #2'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5826499579668915821</id><published>2010-05-06T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:04:03.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Taggy.</title><content type='html'>Finally! Internet at home. First off, I'm going to reply to a tag given by a good friend and fellow blogger. I'll update next time. My head's pretty occupied right now. Anyway, here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give the top 10 list of the things that make you happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ice Creams.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;4. Making me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;5. Internet.&lt;br /&gt;6. Achievement.&lt;br /&gt;7. Books.&lt;br /&gt;8. Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;9. Music.&lt;br /&gt;10. Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give a top 5 list of trivia about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I started blogging when I was 12. I believe that this was the reason why I started to love writing even more -- although I'm not quite sure that it loves me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate everything that concerns memorization -- history, science, et cetera. I'd rather write long, long, LOOOOONG essays rather than memorize anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I once dreamed of being a doctor. I used to wear my mom's lab gown, and pretend to be one. However, when I reached the age of 9, I started to feel afraid of my blood and stuffs -- which woke me up that I can't be a doctor at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Both my parents are employed to the same office. My mom is a chemist while my dad also works in the laboratory. However, I was not able to inherit their interest in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have never been athletic in my whole entire life. I'm one weak lass, and I have no idea why, but I was never able to learn any sport. Ironically, my dad is very sports minded -- he do cycling, basketball (even if he's lacking the height. Haha. Peace, dad.), swimming, volleyball, a champion player in darts, table tennis, badminton, and bowling. My mom also plays sports -- she's a volleyball player for their division in the office, and also do a little bit of bowling and badminton. Now, talk about being ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Share the award with only 5 persons and ask them to do the same thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://choknats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Choknat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.loveet.co.cc/"&gt;BebeShai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://sendorero.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://inahspeaksup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yannah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://orenjihaha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Akemi21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link the blog of the person who awarded you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://falsedaylight.blogspot.com/"&gt;ZEPHYRES&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;PS. I am currently supporting a group called "INK SPILLERS". It's actually a kind of a writing club online. Here's a little introduction they posted on their tumblr. Click &lt;a href="http://theinkspillers.tumblr.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S-LpdipDlyI/AAAAAAAAACA/6qEz1yKuv78/s1600/Post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S-LpdipDlyI/AAAAAAAAACA/6qEz1yKuv78/s320/Post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468189591305688866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Umi-yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5826499579668915821?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5826499579668915821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5826499579668915821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5826499579668915821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5826499579668915821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/taggy.html' title='Taggy.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S-LpdipDlyI/AAAAAAAAACA/6qEz1yKuv78/s72-c/Post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-8260908217360492244</id><published>2010-04-29T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:32:32.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicky.</title><content type='html'>I just want to greet my brother a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 13th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;! Wuhoo. The world moves too fast, that I barely realized that my bro is already a teenager. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I are playing a prank on him right now, making him feel like we don't actually know that it is his birthday. We haven't greet him the whole time, and we're planning on giving him a surprise later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still on hiatus. Wish me luck on my second screening for the Jocks! That would be on May 8. Will resume my story telling and tagging back by tomorrow. Finally, our net would be connected by that time. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed you guys! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;a href="http://falsedaylight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zephyres&lt;/a&gt;, thank you for the tag. Will post it by tomorrow. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-8260908217360492244?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8260908217360492244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=8260908217360492244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8260908217360492244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8260908217360492244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/quicky.html' title='Quicky.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-9110694279662666945</id><published>2010-04-18T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:22:47.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Everything's Magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S8u9_6fykPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lMcbdjZF6pQ/s1600/MAGIC%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S8u9_6fykPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lMcbdjZF6pQ/s320/MAGIC%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461667878848860402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the most memorable days ever! Finally, after all these years, I was able to have the guts and try out for Magic 89.9's Junior Jock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes indeed, everything was Magic. I didn't expect that I would pass the screening. Hope I could surpass the second round as well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one great day at the Bonifacio High Street with Darren and Jamie. Free ice cream and Krispy Kreme c/o Magic, plus I saw the boys from BNO, Diana (from Eat Bulaga), Suzy, and a whole lot more. Although my heart was pumping like there's no tomorrow, and I felt like melting in front of the panel (Denise Laurel, Drew Arellano, DJ Pat, and Slick Ric), I was still able to enjoy the experience. Everyone is very kind and welcoming (although I felt a bit overwhelmed at first), especially Denise and Slick, who helped me to let out my tensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm just freakin' happy. I wish I could pass the second screening! I love Magic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My formspring is getting a bit boring. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jhanzey"&gt;Ask me!&lt;/a&gt; Also, I am very sorry if I couldn't reply to your tags. I'm just pretty busy as of now. Plus, we don't have net at home FOR NOW, so I couldn't go online as often as I do. But I promise to make it up with you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-9110694279662666945?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9110694279662666945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=9110694279662666945' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/9110694279662666945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/9110694279662666945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/everythings-magic.html' title='Everything&apos;s Magic.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/S8u9_6fykPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lMcbdjZF6pQ/s72-c/MAGIC%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-2908820227352747311</id><published>2010-04-14T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:50:03.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Somebody's eighteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This would be a very long post. Plus, I have bad narration skills, so if you’re really not interested, better close the window, or just leave another tag on my chat box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you already turn eighteen, people expect so much more of you – a more mature and a more responsible you. For the westerners, this is the time that you are already free from your parents, but for Filipinos, we look at it at a different perspective. People believe that when a girl finally reaches her 18th birthday, she is now finally going out of the cocoon and transform into a beautiful butterfly. They believe that this is the turning point of her life – the once girl is now already a woman. This is why people call this as ‘debut’; simply put, it is the introduction of the lady that one has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, on the 18th birthday of a girl, she throws off a huge party, or a dance, with 18 roses, shots, and whatever that is 18. In my case, I have decided not to go through the usual process. For one, the budget forbids, and another, I just don’t feel like it. Of course, I have dreamt of being the center of attention, and of wearing some fancy gown in some fancy place, with sumptuous food and numerous guests. However, those things would just remain as a dream. The initiation of being eighteen is already over, and is just so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last April 13, my family and I celebrated my 18th birthday. Originally, we are planning of having my debut at a resort somewhere, and inviting only my closest friends. However, things had changed because of some unforeseen circumstances. We ended up cooking food for some of my friends, and staying at home for the whole day. At first, it might sound a bit boring and ordinary, but it turned out to be a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12AM came, and I am still wide-awake – finishing the production book (yes, I’m still not done with it yet) and having a text marathon with my boyfriend. As the clock struck 12, he called, with my friends on the line, just to greet me happy birthday. I was really surprised by the call, knowing that he is short of money because of his job hunting sessions, he wasn’t able to get his allowance for the week, and that he has to wake up early the next day. I was grateful, and had a very light mood to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning is nothing but ordinary. Mom was busy cooking, while dad was busy doing some errands too. By 4PM, my friends started to come one by one. First was Darren, who brought some delicious macaroons (Thanks!), and then Monica, who was still fresh from her class card hunt. Then came Hobie (my boyfriend) with a bouquet comprised of two dozen red roses, which by the way are my favorite. I was really touched with this (kilig moment. Hehe.) As I mentioned above, I thought he was short from money. He told me that his gift would just be something small, and that it wouldn’t be enough for as a present for my 18th birthday. He also told me that he’ll just going to give me some post-birthday celebration when he’s already accepted on his work. Showing up with a bouquet was something that I least expected, but it was enough to make me feel happy for the rest of the day. The last one who came was Jamie, who totally forgot what was going on. Luckily, after calling me in the morning, she remembered. Haha. We kicked off the celebration with some Karaoke showdown, and then filled our tummies with spaghetti, chicken lollipops, gelatin, cake, and ice cream. Once we’re already bloated, we resumed our chikahan sessions, plus the explanation of the most confusing game I had ever heard, “Killer, Killer”. We gave the game a shot, but I was never able to understand how it was played, so we finally decided to have another game, which was “Pinoy Henyo”. We grouped ourselves into three, and had a blast guessing what the hell is the word in our foreheads. We had a hard time guessing, and after eight rounds of confusion, team “partners in crime”, as how they called themselves won (Hobie, Monica, and Chin). Yes, we lose, but we’re still the best! *Evil laugh here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chikahan sessions are never overrated. We went on with this the whole time. Plus, the food never fails to entertain our tummies, and the karaoke showdown is always the bomb! I will always love the “who got the highest score” game. And just like any other day, everything has its ending. By 9PM, my friends started to bid goodbye, and finally, our small abode was abandoned once again. It was one great day, being with all the people that I love, and the people that I cared about. Although I must say, I wanted a kiss as a present too. Hehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the post before this, I wished that my boyfriend and I would be legal with my dad already. However, it didn’t came true. Maybe I should wish for it this Christmas, or on my next birthday perhaps. I’ll never lose hope though. He’s welcome in our house, anyway, and I believe that’s a pretty good deal for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s already 4 in the morning, and I believe it is time for me to go to bed. My back is already aching, and I feel like my eyes are already swelling. So, there goes my birthday!  I believe I was able to narrate everything in the way I wanted to. Thank you everyone for making my birthday so special, that it is really a date to remember. Thanks to my friends who came, and shared their time with me. I would also like to thank my ever supportive family for making my big day possible. Finally, I would like to my loving boyfriend, for making my day extra special, and for standing there beside me through everything. I wish that you’ll be my forever. I love you so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pictures, kindly refer to my facebook account. You can add me up by searching x.dollprincess@yahoo.com. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-2908820227352747311?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2908820227352747311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=2908820227352747311' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2908820227352747311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/2908820227352747311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/somebodys-eighteen.html' title='Somebody&apos;s eighteen.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1185037317647327968</id><published>2010-04-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:28:30.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>28th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 28th month, Hobie! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  I hope I could be with him on this special day. Unfortunately, I couldn't. I wish there is some kind of portal somewhere, where we could actually sneak in and be with each other without anyone knowing. Or maybe, we could just go on a date with my parents’ approval. Go out on a movie or eat somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the downside when you're not yet legal -- everything is done under the nose of your parents (well, in my case, my dad's), and you can't do anything about it. I’m almost at the right age, but my dad wouldn’t allow me to have a relationship. I know he wants only the best for me, but being into a relationship doesn’t mean that you’re leading into an unruly life. It just depends on how you look at it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate birthday wish: I wish that my dad would accept him as my boyfriend, and finally, we could go on dates without sneaking out. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy birthday to Ate Ellen and Krishu Charles! Wishing you guys more birthdays to come! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1185037317647327968?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1185037317647327968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1185037317647327968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1185037317647327968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1185037317647327968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/28th.html' title='28th'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1214435621280171806</id><published>2010-04-09T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:22:41.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>You know this autograph-ish text messages that you send to your contacts? Well, few minutes ago, I was surprised to receive such thing from a, well, friend whom I had fallen apart already. I had always loved these things, so I decided to fill it up, send it back to my friend, and forward it to my phone book contacts as well. Fortunately, the one who send it to me replied, and I was pretty amazed to see her answers to the not-so-personal questions. I would just post the last part of the text since some of it was pretty irrelevant already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message for me:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stay the same. Love din kita. Kahit ganito na nga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I told her that we already had a huge gap, and that we barely know each other, considering the fact that we were best friends when we were in high school.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tama ka. Parang hindi na natin kilala ang isa’t isa. Di lang siguro updated masyado. Selos kasi ako kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*name of another close friend here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Feeling ko mas best friend mo na siya kesa sakin kaya naging cold ako sayo before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*End of text*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. She never failed to give me doubts. I love her as my best friend, I miss her a lot, but I just don’t know how to react. How could I save the friendship? What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1214435621280171806?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1214435621280171806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1214435621280171806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1214435621280171806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1214435621280171806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5799510448859905954</id><published>2010-04-07T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:40:38.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Blah blah blah.</title><content type='html'>For some unknown reason, blogger has mesmerized me again to write. Nothing significant happened today, and I actually spent most of the time sending text messages. Although today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa's 48th birthday&lt;/span&gt;, we just decided to spent it at home, buy some festive treats, take a rest, and just bond with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt summer yet, but will enjoy it as soon as I fully recover my strength. As you all know, I've suffered fever for four days, which left me weak, as if all my energy was sucked out from my body. I hope I get back as soon as what I have been expecting. I have planned out my summer pretty well, and is looking forward on bringing them to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll be listing down some of my goals this summer, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;, I could I achieve them by the end of the break. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORK OUT&lt;/span&gt;. Let's go, abs! I want you so bad. Haha. I must be able to, at least, shove down some inches at my tummy. Although my friends tell me that my body's okay, I believe that there is always a room for improvement. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO TO THE BEACH&lt;/span&gt;. This vacation would not end without me, stepping into the sand of any beach! I must go down there, get myself tanned. That would be my birthday wish as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRY OUT FOR JUNIOR JOCK&lt;/span&gt;. I've been eying on this for a long time now. Maybe this is my chance. Let's see if luck could bring me to the radio booth. April 17 and 18, come on. I'm ready for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENROLL FOR A DANCE WORKSHOP&lt;/span&gt;. Want to try this so badly. I missed dancing. Maybe I should try out for this, and if it works out, let's see where it could bring me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO OUT WITH DORMKADA&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I would love to go out with my dorm mates. I believe I had missing out a lot lately, especially those times that I seldomly bond with them because of work. I guess, I miss their presence a lot, and I have to grab every opportunity to catch up with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EARN SOME EXTRA CASH&lt;/span&gt;. I have been thinking of signing up for an online work, but my academics hinder me from trying. This summer, I'll try my best to save up some money -- the thing that no matter how hard I try, I could not do when school is on going.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINISH THE EFFIN' PROD BOOK&lt;/span&gt;. Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO MY WORK AS A NEWLY ELECTED PRO FOR THE ORGANIZATION&lt;/span&gt;. And try to finish as many work as I can before school starts. At least, I have something to present when the time comes. Plus, I could eventually have extra time for my academics if I could, at least, lessen the load of work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DVD MARATHONS&lt;/span&gt;. Must catch up with the new seasons of my favorite series. Plus, watch some of the good movies I wasn't able to see in theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE A MEMORABLE 18th BIRTHDAY BASH&lt;/span&gt;. I will not have any extravagant celebration, but I'm looking forward to a simple yet meaningful birthday with the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could do them all as I planned it to be. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your summer peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Follow me at &lt;a href="http://starapple.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/starlight11"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/oinkoinkjam"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jhanzey"&gt;formspring&lt;/a&gt;! Since the days has been making me bored, I've been maximizing the use of different sites lately. Just click on the words above to view my page. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5799510448859905954?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5799510448859905954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5799510448859905954' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5799510448859905954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5799510448859905954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1835208312915080087</id><published>2010-04-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:40:23.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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So, you might ask me, how are you today then? Where were you for the past months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The answers would be, “&lt;b style=""&gt;I’m better&lt;/b&gt;” and “&lt;b style=""&gt;I’ve been busy&lt;/b&gt;”. If you are not satisfied with this answers, let me fill your satisfaction, so seat back, relax, read up, and, err, enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The whole semester was definitely baffling, and the outcome of each thing that I do was more of a blur. The semester was a challenge – taking math after years of not seeing numbers in my subject, having two different productions (one as a requirement, the other, for the organization), and the load from the other subjects that I was taking. It was not easy balancing the time, and enduring all the fatigue from work. Thank God, I survived. However, the process of surviving was never an easy thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Months enduring the four-hour sleep cycle were tiring. Dude, I’m telling you, &lt;b style=""&gt;it kills&lt;/b&gt;. Since all of my activities could not be finished in the usual time frame, I have to extend and adjust – ending up with no sleep at all, and attending my 8AM class, and the following classes after that, like a walking zombie. My 8AM class was Math by the way, making it more difficult for me to understand the lessons. The cycle continued for months. After the production for my organization, I was exposed to a more complicated production – the one for Thea107. It was one hell of a production, since everything was made and done by the class. From the direction, to the script, up to the choreography and acting – &lt;b style=""&gt;it was all us&lt;/b&gt;. It was an unusual thing to see, since the subject only requires the students to do the backstage work, and for a production this big, it was very unnatural indeed. We were able to pull it off though, and the outcome just made us all proud and satisfied. At first, the production was really in jeopardy, and the thought of staging it was vague. Everything seemed to be wrong, but at the end of the day, we ended up hugging each other and missing the times that we have spent for the production. The play was entitled as “BACA [Insert Tagline Here]”, a production focusing on the BA Communication Arts curriculum, and the issues that they have been facing at the UP Los Baños community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Although the production was already over, I still have to do something for the post-production, and man, it does not make me any happy knowing that there are only two out of four functional people at our committee. The post-production requirement was the production book – a compilation of everything that was used for the production. It seemed to be an easy job, but trust me, when you are already a part of it, you’ll just tell me that it is one hell of a job. Until now, this prod book, as what we call it, is still in the making, and the first draft was not so successful. There are numerous edit marks for it, and that just bother me, hindering me from enjoying the summer. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have recovered already from my sickness last week, and thankfully, I could work now. Although mom tells me not to stress myself too much, I couldn’t help it because every time I think about the prod book, the only thing that enters my mind is to finish it and then enjoy my summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Summer – you’re so hot, I melt every day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wish to enjoy you soon. Hope you’re enjoying yours! Happy summer friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;♥ Umi&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/4788372542694914358-1835208312915080087?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1835208312915080087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1835208312915080087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1835208312915080087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1835208312915080087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1340438737120734738</id><published>2010-03-28T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:44:11.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Production Book</title><content type='html'>The only problem that I am currently trying to figure out. Tiring. Very tiring, indeed. Summer has already made its way through my schedule, however, this prod book has kept me stuck at LB. Maybe because we have to organize everything, and not all my members are functional, leaving me alone, doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get over this thing already.&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1340438737120734738?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1340438737120734738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1340438737120734738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1340438737120734738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1340438737120734738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/production-book.html' title='Production Book'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3586457270375942837</id><published>2010-03-07T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:58:50.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lutang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>HELL WEEK!</title><content type='html'>I am just so damn busy. And tired. And stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;Work just kept on piling up every freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer exams. Piles of paper. Stupid readings from Hist1. Non-comprehensive lessons of Math11. The never ending work for Thea 107. They just kill me every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying my best to look on the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;They will be all over soon. Soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish they would all disappear now, as well as for me to have a descent sleep. To open my eyes, not feeling in a hurry. To enjoy the days, not feeling drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now go back to work. Must finish them all.&lt;br /&gt;Must do them. Must end them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Ask me on &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jhanzey"&gt;formspring&lt;/a&gt; and follow my &lt;a href="http://starapple.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. Updates it every time I had the chance. Quick posts, quick answers, quick everything. Will update this site as much as I could. To all of you who leaves a tag, thank you. Will try to reply to you guys as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3586457270375942837?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3586457270375942837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3586457270375942837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3586457270375942837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3586457270375942837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/hell-week.html' title='HELL WEEK!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6448554252370835714</id><published>2010-02-23T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:57:57.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous Post</title><content type='html'>Due to some circumstances, the previous post has been deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still busy because of Thea. Production hang-over? Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;Will update as soon as I have the time. Will try my best to update by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formspring me! Click &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jhanzey"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Visit my &lt;a href="http://starapple.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. It's updated. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6448554252370835714?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6448554252370835714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6448554252370835714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6448554252370835714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6448554252370835714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/02/previous-post.html' title='Previous Post'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3976049649416362448</id><published>2010-02-13T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:25:34.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although personally, I wasn't able to enjoy for I am away from the one I love (plus the stress that our production gives me), I still want to greet you all a happy, happy valentine's day. Hope you enjoyed yours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3976049649416362448?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3976049649416362448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3976049649416362448' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3976049649416362448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3976049649416362448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/02/14th.html' title='14th'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1053088268734635089</id><published>2010-01-31T02:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:29:46.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Best friends? NOT.</title><content type='html'>I totally can tell that she doesn't care for me anymore. Definitely not. If you remember my post about my best friend, (Click &lt;a href="http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friend.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read it), well, I finally had the confirmations that she has finally ended the friendship that we had back when we're still in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my friends. I am heartbroken. Not because of a guy, but because of her. Again, I want to make it clear that I am not a bisexual, and this is just a friendly attachment that I feel for her. Okay, so let me break things down, just to let you guys know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, I left her a message, checking her out. She never replied, so I thought she was busy and has no time to go online. So I let that slip. Last week, while I was busy using social interview, she appeared a couple of times randomly, and I answered each question just for fun. Few minutes ago, I was browsing my friends' pages when I accidentally went to her page. I browsed to her posts, and woah! All of my social interview tags were removed. ALL OF THEM. For some unknown reasons, she REMOVED them. And that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel too bad that I don't want to complete this post anymore. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side...&lt;br /&gt;HELL WEEK IS SO OVER. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the crappy post.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1053088268734635089?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1053088268734635089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1053088268734635089' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1053088268734635089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1053088268734635089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friends-not.html' title='Best friends? NOT.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4340626269173073976</id><published>2010-01-26T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:36:10.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sched'/><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reports. Exams. Rehearsals. Acads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the soft bed, comfy pillows, and my warm blanket calling me.&lt;br /&gt;Tempting me. Missing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, relaxation, luxury -- here I come.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be confronting you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL WEEK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You're going down.&lt;br /&gt;D. O. W. N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Missing him too much. Too much. So much.&lt;br /&gt;Love. Love. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Will be updating my link list soon.&lt;br /&gt;Will post a better update soon.&lt;br /&gt;And will be having a new layout.&lt;br /&gt;SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry if my post is so random.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt the need to put this up.&lt;br /&gt;Really. Ice creaaaaaaaam call!&lt;br /&gt;Stress is invading my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4340626269173073976?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4340626269173073976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4340626269173073976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4340626269173073976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4340626269173073976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3084622413033035783</id><published>2010-01-16T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T04:44:47.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Best friend?</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I would be too attached to her -- even after we fought for months. I never even thought that I'd miss her even after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't honestly know what happened. All I know is that we've grew apart because of some reasons. I find it awkward to recall that we're that close, and I find it weird to imagine going back to that phase of my life. She was my best friend -- the closest confidante, the loving companion, and the one that I trusted the most. Before my boyfriend came into my life, before I get used with my new school, before I find happiness in my section, she was the only one that I had. And I have no idea how we get there, or how we became friends. All I know is that she was an important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm totally not a bisexual, nor attracted to her in a romantic way. Maybe, just maybe, I miss her being a part of my life. I miss the way we laugh at our history teacher, and the way that we fool around, even if we're too down to enjoy life. I miss the times that we don't have money, and goes all the way to 'Bayan' just to buy a 25 peso sundae from Jollibee. I miss the times that we talk for hours just to discuss childish things. I miss the times that she used to share her secrets with me -- the laughs, the anger, the fears, the guys, the grudges -- I know them all by heart. Even after high school and our huge fight, nothing changed at all. No matter how far am I from her, I still feel the same 'best friend' feeling that I had back when we were in high school. She was my best friend. And I have no idea where did she go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year at college, I had found new friends, but I never forget her, as well as the others that I love. Maybe it was in my nature that I keep the old ones, and treasure them even after we've been apart. I never forget them, and I never leave them, and luckily, they do the same thing to me -- except for her. Or maybe, it was just my paranoia that made me think like this.. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I might be telling this because I miss her. Too bad. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to become her best friend again. Regain the days that we're close, and bring back all the hours that we've spent together. I tell everybody that I'm okay, but deep inside, maybe she's already tearing me apart. Maybe I was expecting too much from her. Or maybe I've been too assuming to think that everything would be the same even after graduation. Or maybe it was her fault. Or maybe it was mine. Or maybe, there's no mistake at all. Maybe this was destiny. And maybe, I have to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3084622413033035783?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3084622413033035783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3084622413033035783' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3084622413033035783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3084622413033035783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friend.html' title='Best friend?'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5725439517010674722</id><published>2010-01-10T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:51:34.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sched'/><title type='text'>Stressed out</title><content type='html'>Do you know how it felt like when you listed down everything that you wanted to accomplish, but at the end of the day you never actually finished anything at all? That is the exact feeling that I am currently suffering right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I hate about weekend: I often enjoy them, but eventually finishes them through cramming. That is the exact reason why most of the time that I am busy, I prefer being at my dormitory, so that I could actually finish the things that are needed to be done, without the comfort of my home. I can't concentrate at home, or when I am talking with somebody, and eventually I end up being pissed -- like now. I hated how I become so moody, but thank goodness, at least I know that there are still people who would actually understand you, and endure you when you're at your worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry if I couldn't update my blog that much because almost all my time are consumed by school works, if not, it is consumed by resting. By the way, I've started working out as a part of my new year's resolution. I've been running around with some of my sisses, and felt great that at least, I'm slowly putting up 'checks' on my resolution list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update as soon as I can. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy 25th month, Hobie. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5725439517010674722?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5725439517010674722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5725439517010674722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5725439517010674722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5725439517010674722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1517499684980705206</id><published>2010-01-02T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:58:03.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Another year has come to its end while the other had said hello, welcoming us warmly. Time flies too fast -- too fast that I barely noticed that 2009 finally bid goodbye. Another year: more to come, more to change, more to face, more to overcome. Like the usual, people has their own share of their vows for the upcoming year. It not actually necessary for us to make these pledges, however, composing these so-called "new year's resolutions" has been a habit for most of us, even though we already know that most of these 'resolutions' are not fulfilled by the end of the year. On the other hand, these resolutions are a way of keeping us on track, especially if you take them as a serious matter. For this year, I have some things that I would love to achieve by the end of the year. Instead of calling it as a new year’s resolution, I will be calling it my new year’s goals – Goals that I must meet, I must finish, I must complete by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will strive harder in my academics.&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean that there would be less procrastination, but this only indicates that I must be striving harder to get a higher grade. I must admit, I actually think that I exert too little effort that I end up getting satisfactory grades. I hope that by this year, I wish to get higher grades, and give my best when it comes to my academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I will lose fats!&lt;br /&gt;My body surprises people because I have gained weight through the year. Well, I’ve taken medication for my irregular menstruation, and I believe I have already been at ease with the toxic lifestyle that I have at the university – leading to increase in weight and fats. Although they tell me it’s alright and that I still look okay, that does not make me less conscious about myself. I have finally decided that I must lose weight, or at least fats at my tummy. From a 26-inch waistline, I’ve gained 3 more inches. I hope to have my 26-inch waistline back by summer. More exercise this year, and diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will conquer my fear.&lt;br /&gt;By this year, I wish to fulfill my goal for the past 2 years – to be able to audition for a dance troupe at school. It sucks that I do not have the courage to try out, and I sometimes think that I don’t have a talent at all. I do not know if I could fulfill this, but I wish to at least try my luck by the coming auditions – whenever that might be. I just wish to have the courage to audition, and finally, facing my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will clear everything that's going on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to move on and take all the bitterness in me. I have been bitter because of some broken relationships. We've lost in touch, but I never failed to reach out to them. However, they kept on making me feel insignificant -- making me feel bad. They might be busy, or whatever, but their actions make me back out. I don't know. They kept on pushing me away, and maybe, it is time for me to move forward. I played my part, but it never worked. It might be painful and hard, but maybe I should just let them go. They've already stopped holding on to the friendship, maybe I should do the same -- or not. I just wish to clear everything. By next year, I want to end 2010 with a peaceful mind, a renewed friendship, a better connection with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could fulfill them all. It doesn’t need to be a long list to have a new year’s resolution. All you have to do is list whatever the things that you want to achieve by the coming year, and keep them in mind. Keep them, not only in your head, but also into your heart. Don’t just waste time thinking of resolutions that you forget after a month. Instead, think of things that you’ve always wanted, and continue on pursuing them, until you actually achieve it. I hope you all have a wonderful year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ AÑO NUEVO, AMIGOS Y AMIGAS! :]&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate 2010 with a B-L-A-S-T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1517499684980705206?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1517499684980705206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1517499684980705206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1517499684980705206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1517499684980705206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6830661347743891525</id><published>2009-12-25T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:06:00.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Feliz Navidad! Hope you enjoyed your Christmas, as much as I enjoyed mine. Although I must admit I had experienced rocky times, I still find my way back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be updating soon! Yey! Just pretty busy at the moment. I missed blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6830661347743891525?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6830661347743891525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6830661347743891525' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6830661347743891525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6830661347743891525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7218976526407126802</id><published>2009-11-15T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:05:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembreak = So &lt;s&gt;OVER&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt; is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official.&lt;br /&gt;2nd semester has started.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, busy days.&lt;br /&gt;Hi, sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I won't be able to update my blog that often, since school works has already made its way to my system once again. Although it has been just a week, school has been giving me the vibes as if I didn't experienced a sembreak at all. I promised myself that I would be paying more attention to my academics, thus, less internet hours. I would update my blog every now and then, and I hope you still come by and visit my page. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be updated to the latest happenings, just follow my &lt;a href="http://starapple.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/starlight11"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. I often open them to post quick updates and such. Cheers! Hope you all have a great semester ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7218976526407126802?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7218976526407126802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7218976526407126802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7218976526407126802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7218976526407126802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy.html' title='BUSY'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-335195015725682759</id><published>2009-11-07T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:55:18.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow.</title><content type='html'>Few more days to go before school invades my system again. I'm still making the most out of my sem break. Went out with Jamie and Darren last Thursday. Monica and Hobie will be visiting me by tomorrow. A new hair do before school, and few more episodes to go before the end of the break. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a shout out for everyone. Hope I gain more followers through this. Hahaha. See, this is what too much free time makes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW ME on &lt;a href="http://starapple.tumblr.com"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/starlight11"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-335195015725682759?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/335195015725682759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=335195015725682759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/335195015725682759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/335195015725682759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/follow.html' title='Follow.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7980485490912714973</id><published>2009-10-31T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:46:35.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Super Sem Ender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/SuxaW52WcpI/AAAAAAAAABw/3LfjVKd0AEo/s1600-h/101_9162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/SuxaW52WcpI/AAAAAAAAABw/3LfjVKd0AEo/s320/101_9162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398789402842788498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cza. Jhanz. Mariel. Loesterli. Elea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happiness. Fun. Laughters. Stress-free days. Worry-free zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 27-28. One of the best days of my sem break. After few days of preparation, and over flowing GMs, finally, Dormkada's sem ender turned out to be one great success. And so, since I am really lazy to update now, I'll just give you the bulleted summary of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back to LB to get class cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grades are pretty much pleasing, except for COMA. Darn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After picking up our class cards, we went straight to Sta. Rosa, where we'll spend the night off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached Walter Mart by around 5PM. Shopped for foods for the next day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're able to get to Ate Weng's house by around 6PM. After a while, we munched up with some sumptious dinner, care of Ate Weng's mom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Paseo for some Starbucks by 9PM. We decided to go home by almost 11PM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elea, Joyce, Mariel, Cza, and I decided to ride at the back of the pick up. First time. And it was lots of fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept by around 12AM. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OCTOBER 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up by 8AM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate breakfast with the rest of the barkada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to South Forbes' pool by around 10AM. The place was really nice, and beautiful. Went swimming! We stayed there until 3:30PM, when other people came by the place already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wore bikini.. After gazillion of years. And realized, I'm gaining too much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dropped by at Ate Weng's to say goodbye and show our gratitude to the people in their home. Ate ice cream before we left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We realized we had too much food, so we decided to part them to each of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was able to reach Pacita by 6:30. We parted ways. Since Joyce and I are heading the same way, we're the one who are together on our way home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached SM North Edsa by around 8PM. Joyce and I parted ways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By 9PM, I was able to reach home. I have no idea why, but I had fever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;By the next days, I was sick and has fever. Although the fever had already subsided, I still have coughs which sucked a lot. Hope I'll feel better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I apologize for those who commented me that I wasn't able to comment back. Will be active again soooon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7980485490912714973?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7980485490912714973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7980485490912714973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7980485490912714973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7980485490912714973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-sem-ender.html' title='Super Sem Ender'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/SuxaW52WcpI/AAAAAAAAABw/3LfjVKd0AEo/s72-c/101_9162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-8062453550002818792</id><published>2009-10-25T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:27:42.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>I have been idling for almost a week now. Sembreak has been pretty boring, but I still try my best to enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked that I was sick for almost three days, and I wasn't able to go online for almost a week because my laptop's LCD needs to be changed at the customer care. If it wasn't because of the surprise that I was planning to give to someone special, I think I'd really die out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I recovered from flu, I kept myself busy preparing for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I promised him that I would make his day extra special, thus, I dedicated myself on thinking how to surprise him. I've surprised a couple of people, however, it was not easy surprising him because there are a lot of considerations that I must think about. I am no artsy-pantsy, however I still made him a handmade scrapbook, a letter written in a cartolina, a cake made out of graham crackers (because this is my specialty), and a series of videos for him. I know, what I did was actually plain crap, but he still liked and appreciated them, which eventually made me feel happy. Extra cheesy, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that after his birthday, my laptop, Istariray, was already good to go, and was ready for pick up. So, eventually, I was once again saved from boredom. I know, most of my days are very unproductive since I do nothing but sleep, go on SMS marathons, and eat a lot, but hey! I also made out some plans for the week off. And to prove that, I'm going to post my plans for the rest of the sembreak. Hope I'd be able to accomplish them all. They aren't that productive, but these are the things I couldn't actually do after the break ends. So, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish the 6th Season of One Tree Hill. Yes, baby. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;2. Catch up on Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;3. 500 Days of Summer.&lt;br /&gt;4. Read a good book.&lt;br /&gt;5. Download new songs.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go blog hopping like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hang out with my best friends Monica, Darren, and Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;8. Finish his slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dorm's Sem Ender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. Change my blog's layout.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Update a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Be a registered voter.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hang out with him.&lt;br /&gt;14. Buy necessities for the upcoming semester.&lt;br /&gt;15. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I could accomplish them all. Will be updating the list soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. What can you say about my new layout? Hope you guys liked it. Plain, yet I find it gorgeous. Feel free to leave comments about the changes and all. And, by the way, for those who have Twitter and are interested on following me, click &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/starlight11"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Same goes with &lt;a href="http://starapple.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be following yours too! For those who are bored, you could actually talk with me in real time through Y!M. Just add me, xoxoinlove_13, and leave a message telling me that you got my Y! Messenger ID at my blog. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-8062453550002818792?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8062453550002818792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=8062453550002818792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8062453550002818792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8062453550002818792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-week.html' title='First Week'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6113818005445205722</id><published>2009-10-16T11:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:46:07.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>At last, another semester down, subjects completed (and hopefully passed!), and another destination reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, I was too busy on school works, and on slacking off, resulting into three weeks of sleep deprivation and loads of eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was suffering from hell week, I was not able to go back to Manila for three weeks. Meaning to say, two weekends without the television and free internet, plus two weekends of full dedication to academic work. And yes, yesterday was the last day of my First Semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the semester with a blast! Although I'm pretty nervous with one of my major subject, thanks to my professor who's name sounds like a coffee at Starbucks. As on my other subjects, I was actually able to finish them in flying colors, although I'm still not quite sure on my grades. Fil21 and SPCM102's culminating activities were such a  blast, as well as Taekwondo's competition. Even though our subjects are already over, I'm still looking forward to see my classmates this last semester to my upcoming subjects for the second sem. I was also convinced to take THEA107 (Theater Communication) next semester, along with my classmates. And I believe, the coming six months wouldn't be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates, thanks for a semester full of fun, enjoyment, and cramming. I will miss you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maximizing my semestral break. And preparing for the start of another chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;#1. I want to thank my husby for taking me into a wonderful date yesterday. I enjoyed every minute of hanging out with you. Looking forward to your **th birthday! Cheers! I love you. And I always will. Belated happy 22nd month. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I was able to listen to the whole discography of 'Brand New Eyes' by Paramore. As expected, the songs were great. Although I think their past tracks were better. I still love the band though. I'm pretty much more into Jimmy Eat World, Better Than Ezra, Faber Drive, Fall Out Boy, Panic At The Disco, Vitamin String Quartet's covers, and covers of songs for the past few weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of changing my layout if time allows me. I'm thinking of making it more personalized. Gotta update soon! Cheers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SEMBREAK EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6113818005445205722?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6113818005445205722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6113818005445205722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6113818005445205722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6113818005445205722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/done_16.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3559926655593910911</id><published>2009-09-30T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:28:18.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lutang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>Finally, I was able to see my schedule for the upcoming semester. Luckily, I was able to get the required 18 units. However, the catch is, I have my Math and my Theater Arts subject next semester. There are also rumors that our organization would be having our very own production, meaning to say that it would be very hard for me if I still pursue on taking my Thea (Theater Arts) subject. Taking Thea is one big risk, especially in my case, since I haven't taken any formal math for almost a year and a half now, and taking math again would mean that I must focus on it, and strive harder to have a good grade. And of course, I also consider our organization's production, meaning to say I would be having two productions in the same semester, which is, of course, not that easy. So, I actually ended up cancelling my Theater subject, and wait listing for a Science subject. I don't care if I am #11 on the list, as long as I am pretty sure that I will be able to balance my time well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still busy with school. The semester is almost at its end, and I really have to focus and finish all the requirements. I will be updating as soon as I am able to go online again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3559926655593910911?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3559926655593910911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3559926655593910911' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3559926655593910911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3559926655593910911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6267736893620667447</id><published>2009-09-27T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:16:04.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ondoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Malabon is a place where flood have always and forever existed. Although I have witnessed floods since I was a kid, homes gate crashed by mixtures of mud, grease, trash, fishes (yes, fishes), and a whole lot of craps, still, Ondoy was one huge surprise. I never expected to see Manila -- a place so urban, so crowded, and just plain powerful compared to other places in the Philippines -- slowly being eaten by waters and people drowning in those black, stinky floods brought about the rain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday was one of the most devastating and unexpected day for me. For the very first time, I was stranded in a place where I least expected. I excitedly left Los Baños at around 9:30 AM. I thought it would still be fine to travel back to Manila, believing that the storm would only affect Malabon, and not the rest of the metro. However, I was wrong. My expected arrival in Buendia is around 2PM, and I actually arrived at 6. I didn't even realize that I would step foot on Buendia anymore, since the bus had stopped several times, and I heard that the flood was already on the chest level. And so, after praying for the nth time, the bus started to move, and I was able to see the familiar face of the one I love. He waited for me from 12 until I arrived, and was kind enough to accompany me to Darr's (elementary classmate and best guy friend) place, where I spent the night -- until today. He went straight to the hotel where his uncle was staying. I'm still not able to go home today since the flood was high enough for me tocross. The flood swallowed our owner type jeep, and trespass our home, which we least expect, since our home was the highest possible place where people could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Really, I was touched by a lot of people since yesterday. I know, coming back to Manila was somewhat a mistake, but the experience was still priceless. People texted me from time to time, especially my dorm mates (I love you Dormkada.), and Darr, and his mom, whole heartedly let me stay for the time being. The person who touched me the most was Hobie, who waited for me for hours, even though it was raining like hell, and he was somewhat sick. I guess bad things aren't bad at all. As I can see on the TV, people are actually helping each other even though their situation was worse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think Ondoy wasn't really a bad luck. Maybe this storm just wanted to teach the people that although misfortunes come, there is still hope -- and there is still a brighter side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6267736893620667447?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6267736893620667447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6267736893620667447' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6267736893620667447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6267736893620667447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/ondoy.html' title='Ondoy'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6515029180972067387</id><published>2009-09-18T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:44:54.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/SrPSo4Xbw6I/AAAAAAAAABo/pWuArciR4zs/s1600-h/tumblr_kq1dlvgXI11qa3i8uo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/SrPSo4Xbw6I/AAAAAAAAABo/pWuArciR4zs/s320/tumblr_kq1dlvgXI11qa3i8uo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382877579405149090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still busy with school. Just wanted to share this photo to you guys. Just click on it to enlarge. And no, don't get me wrong. I'm not yet back on blogging and still under a pile of school works, so expect minimum updates from me. If you want to stay connected, I'll add you up on my facebook. Just leave your e-mail address at this post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just leave some love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply when I got the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6515029180972067387?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6515029180972067387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6515029180972067387' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6515029180972067387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6515029180972067387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/SrPSo4Xbw6I/AAAAAAAAABo/pWuArciR4zs/s72-c/tumblr_kq1dlvgXI11qa3i8uo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3930394501371442746</id><published>2009-09-10T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:22:24.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>HIATUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today, I was able to get, at least, a decent seven hour sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiatus mode. Still busy with school. This month is our hell month -- meaning we got to finish all our requirements for the whole semester. And yes, I've been having heavy eyebags and carrying it around for weeks now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm active with facebook, and often leaves wall posts there. You may add me up. Just ask me for my e-mail address.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will update my blog as soon as I finish everything. Hope you still leave me some love even though my blog would be pretty much outdated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I leave you with Paramore's cover of "Use Somebody" (Originally by Kings Of Leon). Awesome. Just awesome. One of the best covers I ever heard. Enjoy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="100" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="100" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Have. To. Study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3930394501371442746?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3930394501371442746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3930394501371442746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3930394501371442746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3930394501371442746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS!'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1380671446735568395</id><published>2009-08-30T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T06:45:49.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sched'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I'm being irresponsible again. So I have to rant out my feelings on my yellow pad, just to let all these things out. Goodness. A failing grade is actually possible for this semester, and I would not let that happen. There would be no way that I would have a failing grade. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO FREAKIN' WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in my last post, I will be studying harder. I must. For my motivation, I decided to list down the things that I have to do for this week, which would eventually lead to deeper eye bags by the weekend. At least I would not forget the things that I should do, pass, and finish by the end of the week. And so, here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drum rolls and loud heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;TADAH! I present to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS WEEK'S TO-DO LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for COMA101 (Communication Theories) exam on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for Eng4 (World Literary Masterpieces) exam on Thursday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for NASC2 (Earth Science) exam on Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draw a picture of a "Mang Kepweng" for Fil21 (Pokloryong Pilipino) due on Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the script for the narration of photo documentary, to be recorded on Tuesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet up with my classmates for our report in Hist 2 (Asian History) on Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photo shoot with Xien and Eliz by Tuesday for photo documentary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collect photos for the documentary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet up with classmates for the news casting Activity, to be presented on the 8th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polish the news for news casting activity, and shoot the commercials.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do power point presentation for the news casting. Collect pictures and clips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do power point presentation for business presentation. Deadline on the 10th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start practicing my piece for Oral Interpretation, to be presented at the 22nd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a copy of Phaedra, reading for Eng4.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Research for the upcoming report on COMA101.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Whew. Hope I could do all of them by this week. :D&lt;br /&gt;KILL! I'll update you soon guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh God. Help me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1380671446735568395?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1380671446735568395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1380671446735568395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1380671446735568395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1380671446735568395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7629427912595833455</id><published>2009-08-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:34:59.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>Hell week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm starting to be unproductive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaah. Oh please.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I will not slack off anymore. I must not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst thing I could do as a preparation for the upcoming hell week: Go online and wasting my precious time for unproductive things. Yes, I've been spending too much time on Facebook and on slacking my ass off. Although I know I must be studying, I was still being slowly sucked by sloth. The good news is, I'm not buying its temptation anymore. I'm a hundred and one percent focused on making my grades higher -- and I hope I could be consistent with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, please pray for my mom. She just got operated yesterday due to her gall stones, and I'm about to give her a visit by tomorrow. No matter how stupid this might sound, tomorrow would be the first time that I would be inside a hospital room. Yea. My first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I have to study now. Gotta finish those researches, and study for my upcoming exams, together with my friendly buddies -- my laptop and a cup of cold coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. For those who want to be added in Facebook, and Plurk, just leave your email addresses on the comment box of this post. Cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7629427912595833455?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7629427912595833455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7629427912595833455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7629427912595833455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7629427912595833455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/hell-week.html' title='Hell week'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5052797434926319401</id><published>2009-08-18T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:32:59.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Oh. Em. Dyi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello &lt;strong&gt;DRASTICALLY BUSY DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;! Exams are coming, and requirements for school are almost making its way to one pile of crappy sleepless nights. I have three bloody hell exams next week, a business presentation, an oral interpretation piece to practice, a photo documentary, a news casting activity to prepare, an essay for our class project in History, IPA to practice on, org works, and a whole lot of things to take care of. And, yes, I still make it here, doing a non-sense blog post after dropping by at a cafe with a good friend of mine. What am I doing here? Honestly speaking, I don't know. How can I handle being so relaxed? Believe it or not, I don't know. Maybe its just because of my carefree philosophy in life, or maybe because I just wanted to get the stress out of me even once in a while. I was also, somewhat, rejoicing because finally, I have fixed my problem in my Taekwondo, and I am sure of a 5.0 free grade for this semester. I just hope to do good in COMA 101 though, because really, I haven't been doing great for the past few quizzes, and honestly, it drives me crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wish to pass my exams, to finish my requirements, and to have fun. I never failed to have fun anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm still fixing my link list, but don't worry though, to those who asked for a link exchange, I have your URLs with me already. Cheers! I'm being a bit progressive with blogging again. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5052797434926319401?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5052797434926319401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5052797434926319401' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5052797434926319401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5052797434926319401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-em-dyi.html' title='Oh. Em. Dyi.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-3681848644877295956</id><published>2009-08-13T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:27:45.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blog for almost a month now. A lot of things happened, but I failed documenting it for some reasons. Time won't allow me to write, and obligations kept me from having the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, I was occupied with orgworks and school works. Honestly, up until now, I am still busy with such things, especially that hell weeks are already approaching. Honestly speaking, right now I am bothered by my PE subject, although it doesn't actually affect my GWA at all. A month ago, I decided to stop attending my PE class due to stomach aches because of Taekwondo lessons after eating a heavy lunch. And right now, I am being bugged by the fact that I could actually have a failing grade for that. I wasn't able to fix my dropping forms and so, the only thing I could do now is talk with my instructor and pray for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, God. Help me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW. For those who want to link exchange with me, this is the LAST one, I PROMISE. Just post here. Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-3681848644877295956?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3681848644877295956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=3681848644877295956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3681848644877295956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/3681848644877295956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7290671792245796647</id><published>2009-07-26T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:02:58.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagmamahal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Euphoria. Nirvana. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can really tell where exactly you can find them, and what they really are. For one, the idea of happiness is abstract and subjective, thus, the context of these words are actually vague, or most probably, just confusing. Although identifying the feeling is an easy task, in the verge of intrapersonal brain storming, you suddenly realize that happiness is not just about the mere achieving or getting something, but instead, it hits you that there is so much more to consider than just materialistic likes, or even lustful desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I was filled with over flowing happiness, of the feeling I never thought I would feel. For an instance, I was overwhelmed with problems in the past few days and for the whole week, I was just pissed off with things, sleep deprived, broke, and most especially, I was stressed out by all the things that surround me. It was surreal to expect that I would be joyous in situations like these, but eventually, I find myself exulted over the circumstances that I am in. For some reasons, although it might seem too simple for people, it was such a big deal for me, making me feel as if I was in a dream, floating in the sky, or flying like an eagle soaring up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many difficulties has aroused the whole week, making me feel that every amount of hope that I kept was being drained into the sink, leaving me weak, and making me realize that nihilism has just gotten into my senses. Most of the time, my boyfriend and I would argue about things, and about his plan of visiting me on the end of the week, no matter how pricey it is. Both of us are actually broke, and do not have enough money for the rest of the school days. I have no idea how we survived, and how we even made it until Saturday, with all the teething troubles that we are facing. However, on that fateful Friday, he made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around twelve noon when he texted me that he would be travelling to Buendia, where he would eventually take a bus to Los Banos. Although I knew that we lack money and it would, eventually, be hard for us to survive his overnight stay, still, we tried. By around two in the afternoon, he was able to ride an FX (yes, he rode the FX which was more than 30 pesos expensive than the bus) and eventually was able to arrive at LB by four. By that time, I fetched him at the bus stop and brought him at my dormitory. Since visitors are only allowed at the gazebo, and by that time it was fully occupied by my freshman dorm mate and her noisy block mates, we eventually resorted to the space in front of the dorm, and waited until we could get a seat inside. After a few minutes, we were able to sit down inside and take pictures together, and eventually rest. I was from class by that time, and the travel from Manila to our place is really tiresome. After sometime, I decided to bring him to the back of the library, where we could enjoy some fresh air and good scenery. He did enjoy hanging out in there, and repeatedly says that he loves the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also toured him inside the campus, brought him to the usual places where my classes are held, and taught him the directions, just in case he went there by himself. We ate dinner at his favourite fast food, KFC, and went straight to the place where he stayed for the night. More or less, we just hanged out together, and enjoyed each other’s company. Although it might seem to be just a little span of time, it brought happiness into my senses, and helped me forget my worries, even for just a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how confusing the word HAPPINESS is, it still boils down to one thing -- it is the state that everyone wants to achieve. We dare, we endure things, we learn to accept, we sacrifice, we let go, we do everything just for us to reach the peak of life -- BEING HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I have already decided to bring back my CBOX. However, I still have troubles managing my link list, but no worries; I would be updating them as soon as I have free time. I would try to update my blog as much as I can. I missed this part of me -- sharing my thoughts, screaming them to the world. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7290671792245796647?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7290671792245796647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7290671792245796647' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7290671792245796647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7290671792245796647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4197662547995117448</id><published>2009-07-12T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:44:52.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lutang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malungkot'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>This week was mostly tension, headaches, tears, and more headaches. Well, honestly speaking, I haven't been myself lately. My mind is mostly filled with thoughts and what ifs -- on a pessimist's perspective, to be exact -- which is really not me. Every now and then, I find myself crying to sleep, feeling anxious as the days continue to go by. I took, more or less, everything, seriously, and that was the fact that tear me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to fight the days away, I find myself lost in the roller coaster ride, as if I fell down from the center of the drive. I was a lifeless body -- eaten by my own sytem, by my own way of thinking -- who was ready to surrender with the struggles. I was choking, gasping for breath, drowning in the tidal pool of hardships; but I never forgot how to fight back. Thanks to my lovely Hobie, to his prayers, and also to God, who helped and guided me clear things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm still a bit lost with things, but is able to cope up with my fast paced life. I hope I could eventually fight off everything, finish all my tasks, and eventually, reach that dream that I've been wanting for too long. How I wish. How I hope and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;PS. Belated happy 19th month, Hobie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4197662547995117448?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4197662547995117448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4197662547995117448' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4197662547995117448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4197662547995117448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-1209087019626984243</id><published>2009-07-05T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:58:55.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='org'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Busy.</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I was occupied with school, and org, and other things that concerns me more than blogging. Although I would love to update my blog as often as possible, sometimes, I would eventually resort to bed, or to diners, eating my heart out or drooling myself to sleep. I'll do my best to update, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, I haven't slept early for the whole week. Last Friday, I wasn't even able to sleep at all. It was our applicants' culminating night, thus, we have to sacrifice a whole night of sleep just to test their determination, their strength, their knowledge, and all else that falls under that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would be resetting my link list for some reasons. I haven't updated it, and no offense, most of the people listed their doesn't even bother to visit my site every now and then. Some of them are even inactive, thus, it is better for me to reset it than to continue on listing links that are not functional at all. If you want to be retained at my link list, kindly comment on this post. Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I will be putting up my very own signature sometime this July. Link exchanges would also be entertained after I reset my link list. Sorry, guys. I'm really busy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hearts, Kisses, and Hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;UMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-1209087019626984243?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1209087019626984243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=1209087019626984243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1209087019626984243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/1209087019626984243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy.html' title='Busy.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-6793406338842321593</id><published>2009-06-27T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:14:08.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='org'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malungkot'/><title type='text'>Terrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEMI HIATUS MODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not in the mood to update. For the first time, I'm going to update using a bullet form post, which I rarely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Friday, our batch, together with the two earlier batch, was inducted at a resort in Pansol, Laguna. I really enjoyed the night, and eventually bond with my other orgmates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the first time, I drank. Some GSM shots, then went to bed. Funny, I didn't felt sick -- not until the morning after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out that my alcohol allergies got worst. The day after we had GSM Blue shots, I found rashes slowly creeping out my butt, up to my lower back, and it was really irritating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hobie was mad when he found out I drank. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wasn't able to go on Hobie's dad's first death anniversary. I was too sleepy to travel back to Manila, and I find it impossible to sneak out under my mom's nose that time, so I decided not to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wasn't able to go to my best friend's 18th birthday party because of the allergies, and I haven't have a gift yet, as well as a mask, since it was a masquerade party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Right now, I really feel bad, and I just want to be by myself. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on hiatus since I'm really busy to update that often.&lt;br /&gt;My blog roll would be updated soon, since I still have loads of things to finish.&lt;br /&gt;See you 'round, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-6793406338842321593?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6793406338842321593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=6793406338842321593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6793406338842321593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/6793406338842321593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/terrible.html' title='Terrible'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5260354593460287291</id><published>2009-06-20T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:23:11.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='org'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Weekful</title><content type='html'>Really. This week's activities just killed me. Kicked off with a meeting, ended with a tiring orientation. Comprised with different activities for our batch's (at the org) project, I must say that my first week at LB was pretty much, more of an org week rather than school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough of the org matters -- this week, I was able to meet my professors and instructors in all of my subjects, and eventually understood most of the subjects that I was not actually able to get a grasp of. Although I haven't have tons of assignments YET, I have four readings to ponder upon, two papers to pass, and a speech to prepare. I haven't started on anything yet, but will be finishing them by tomorrow, since I still have to go back to LB by Monday afternoon to settle some matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, having a batch project was actually hard, and I must admit that there are a lot of flaws when it comes to preparation, and even the event itself. Although we are able to have an evaluation after, we still have a lot of thoughts to think upon, and a lot of things that are needed to be voiced out. I hope the next time we host an event, we could finally fix the holes and mess by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I was already able to let this feelings, the angst, the hardships, the things that bother me -- I was able to tell it all to my boyfriend. Thanks so much, Hobie. :) Funny thing is, I was telling him the whole story, and I was sobbing, at a mall we stopped by. The mall was pretty big (It is actually) and has an open  space at the 4th floor, where we actually stayed and talk. We went to a quiet part of the open area, and talked, and finished the whole thing while people get a glimpse of me -- sobbing in the arms of the one I love. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea. That's it. I guess. I'm going to try updating this from time to time, although I believe that this week, I'll be more busy with school and, probably, some org works too. Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt; I'm getting addicted with Twitter. I just love following my favorite celebs such as the cutie David Archuleta, local celeb Alex De Rossi, my idol Hayley Williams, and of course, the super hot Hugh Jackman. Weee. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5260354593460287291?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5260354593460287291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5260354593460287291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5260354593460287291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5260354593460287291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekful.html' title='Weekful'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5395635792904026562</id><published>2009-06-14T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:48:24.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Summer's Officially OUT.</title><content type='html'>Say goodbye to your bikinis and nocturnal online shifting because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vacation is totally over.&lt;/span&gt; I know, most of you are still hanging on to the lazy lifestyle you have been this summer, but we have to face it, we need to say hello to our good ol' friend -- the school. Although I still feel pretty bad on the idea of going back to my haggard days, I still look forward on having good times with friends, and on learning things that, well, interests me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a part of my back-to-school taunts, I decided to have a blast with my friends before I officially bid goodbye to summer. We went to a bookstore to pick up my reserved "Kapitan Sino" book, then went mall hopping and window shopping with only a few bucks in hand. It was a holiday, thus, there are a lot of shoppers and bum people who decided to have some walk at a nearby mall. We also went to the arcades, and played, for the first time, the famous Dance Dance Revolution. Even though I find it hard at first, it was really lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was my most anticipated moment of all -- the day I would finally have my hands on my very own laptop and digicam. My parents have been planning for this since last year, and today, finally, we already have the funds to buy these gadgets. And I really am happy for having them before school starts. At least I don't have to borrow my dormmate's laptop when I need to finish a last minute paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;School would be back by the 16th, my late grandfather's birthday. And I am so freakin' ready to kick some ass when I stepped back to the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;PS. My blog roll would be updated twice a month, thus, do not expect for immediate responses for your requests. Good luck with school, everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5395635792904026562?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5395635792904026562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5395635792904026562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5395635792904026562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5395635792904026562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/summers-officially-out.html' title='Summer&apos;s Officially OUT.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-8984475480395569999</id><published>2009-06-11T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:39:02.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>18.</title><content type='html'>18 months of love, of challenges, of bittersweet memories, and of things that I will forever cherish. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 18th MONTHSARY, MY DEAREST HOBIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I have a new survey blog. Feel free to drop. Just click &lt;a href="http://supersurveys.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-8984475480395569999?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8984475480395569999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=8984475480395569999' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8984475480395569999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/8984475480395569999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/18.html' title='18.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7174650568258507193</id><published>2009-06-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:36:07.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off'/><title type='text'>Back to blog.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I updated my blog. Say, a few days of hiatus is actually equivalent to days of dismay and stress pertaining to different challenges that I met along the way. Those chains of obstacles led to a series of ice cream cravings on exeptionally rainy days, meaning they really are stressful and confusing. Anyways, I'm already okay now and is ready to kick asses when I go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, through confusing group messages and rumors, it was confirmed that because of the Influenza A(H1N1) scare, classes are posponed and will be starting by the 16th. It was a bomb since I am, emotionally, not yet ready for school, plus, there are still so much to do for the org activities that, suppossedly, should be held by the 9th and 11th respectively. Thus, another week of vacation really made me feel easy with going back to school. Another thing is, finally, I am able to have 18 units and to get enrolled! Hooooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to lighten things up, I was able to have my very first blog award! Yey! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://mus1cg1rl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;. Although I don't actually have close buddies here in blogger, I wanna pass this on to &lt;a href="http://kawaiiphrem.blogspot.com/"&gt;PHREM&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://crashedrainbow.blogspot.com/"&gt;NADINE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://unidentified11.blogspot.com/"&gt;SARAH&lt;/a&gt;, and last but not the least, back to KAREN, because I know she really deserves this award. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/Si998W0fxpI/AAAAAAAAABg/6taA60d9pUw/s320/First+ever+award.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345629758583457426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, since my PC was infected by a virus the last day, I was forced to bid good bye to my old programs, and all of my files, including photos and my treasured ebooks, and say hello to a fresh, new look. I loved it though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone! Until next post. So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7174650568258507193?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7174650568258507193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7174650568258507193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7174650568258507193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7174650568258507193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-blog.html' title='Back to blog.'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/Si998W0fxpI/AAAAAAAAABg/6taA60d9pUw/s72-c/First+ever+award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-753397132018594475</id><published>2009-05-25T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:59:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone dreams. Everyone wants to reach that star. Everyone wants to fulfill what they wanted in life – their passion, their aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dared to dream. Sometimes, I dared to reach them. Sometimes, I'm just too afraid to dare. Things are never that easy. Yes, you are free to make your own dream, but just dreaming and never daring sometimes just lead to frustration, to depression – or to another series of dreaming and what ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, you need to take a step ahead and take risks, even if the consequence of that risk is failing. I am afraid to fail; I always wanted to play safe. I am afraid to get embarassed, to get myself on a situation that will humiliate me forever. I don't take too much risks, and I must admit, this is my side that really pulls me down. Self-esteem is quite an issue, as well as self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back when I was in my first and second year at high school, some of my classmates bullied me. I have been the geek, the nerd, the ugly, the not in, the loner, the un-cool. Those experiences hinder me from being myself. Although I found some good friends later on, and I have transferred into another school, those memories had affected me a lot. Even today, I still find myself enclosed with those descriptions. Through the years, I improved, but sometimes, these things just hit me hard in the face, and then pull me back to what I am trying to bury already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I must say that I've gained more confidence. I become what my classmates back then would never imagine. Although the experience still hunts me, I'm continuously learning to fight back. A part of me is still into this stage, but I am trying my best to take risks. Even though there are times that I wanted to give up, I would never let them, or anyone, to pull me back once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dreams are to be made into action, not to be stuck in the mind and never fulfilling them. Being bullied had been one of the most unpleasant memories that I have. Although being in that situation is hard, I learned many things that helped me to become who I am today. I learned that even though people never believed in you, you could always prove them wrong. I learned that no matter how many embarassments you face, you could always stand up. I learned that in every hardship you encounter, you could always shine in the end. I learned that you should not let others hinder you from achieving your dreams. There is so much to face, there are so much to pass – but never let those stop you to reach for your dreams. Never let anyone kill your personality, even if it takes too much. &lt;strong&gt;For life is yours to live, not for others to dictate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can only live once. Dare to take risks. Achieve your dreams. &lt;em&gt;For in the end, no matter how many storms it might take, achieving the things that you always wanted to achieve is the most awarding thing that you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Desigers'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:#ff3399'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Symbol'&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Desigers'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;strong&gt;UMI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-753397132018594475?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/753397132018594475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=753397132018594475' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/753397132018594475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/753397132018594475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4926809752930618576</id><published>2009-05-20T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:11:56.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a friend whom I've grown apart with. I know there is no way she could read this. She have been neglecting me for months, then comes back occassionaly to make me feel as if nothing happened. Everything written in here is on a positive note – no hard feelings, no negative thoughts. I just wanted this to be a memoir of what we have in the past, the good old days, and the happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear &lt;strong&gt;Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    How have you been? It has been a while since we've bonded like before. You know, the good old days.  I can't really blame you that we've grown apart, that we've made gaps through time, but one thing is for sure, I still am the best friend that you used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I just want you to know that I am always here for you. Even though we may have new friends, new 'barkadas' – You are still the one that I treasure the most. Though, yes, life had been tough for us on our last year together, I really would like you to know that nothing changed the way I look at you. For me, you are still the best friend I used to have, and you will always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    It has been a year already since we left those pink and white uniforms. A year since we entered college, since we left the old immature us in the realms of our alma mater. A year may come and go, but always remember that I am at your side. Even though you choose not to tell me things, truly indeed, I still care for you. I know busy schedules keep us tight, and I know, the distance keep us away, but always remember, if you wanted someone to talk with, I am always ready to lend an ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I love you best friend. And for the record, I WILL ALWAYS WILL. Thank you for the times that you were there. And sorry if I can't be as good, as cool, and as rich like the friends that you have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side comment:&lt;em&gt; Hayden Kho, you surely should be ashamed of yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4926809752930618576?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4926809752930618576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4926809752930618576' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4926809752930618576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4926809752930618576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter-to-friend.html' title='A letter to a friend'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-4814025042292077866</id><published>2009-05-17T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:30:27.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sched'/><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past few days, I've been busy with org works, and been doing the same routine for sometime. Anyways, school days are slowly approaching and I'm pretty sure that I would be busy when school comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, speaking of school, I had already seen my schedule for the upcoming semester. I already have 15 units in hand and is waitlisted for History. I just hope that I would get a slot before the confirmation of the schedule ends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340139532131289170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/Shv8nHe0yFI/AAAAAAAAABY/E6RJW0IXsOk/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10AM classes are fantastic. Last semester, my first classes are 8:30AM and 7AM. It was horrible, waking up early and sleeping veeeeeeeery late. I remember being late for my 7AM class because I finished some of my papers around 2 in the morning. Another thing about it is that, you have a lot of competitors on the bathroom. I live in a dorm where people write down their bathing sched at the door, and it is really hard when you woke up late because the bathroom is just so over crowded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the subjects, I really am glad to have a slot for PE, and a COMA101, since this one is seasonal (means it is only offered every first semester). Maybe you are clueless about my subjects and what the hell do the abbreviations mean. So, I listed a brief description of every subject that I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;COMA 101&lt;/strong&gt; -- A prerequisite for higher COMAs, such as 200a or practicum. This is the stepping stone to the completion of the BA Communication Arts program.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;ENG4 (World Literature)&lt;/strong&gt; -- Another prerequisite subject, for courses like Thea107 (Theater Production).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;FIL21 (Polkloriong Pilipino)&lt;/strong&gt; -- I don't know if I spelled it right. Anyways, Fil21 is about folklores, myths, and basically the literature of the Philippines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;NASC2 (Natural Science)&lt;/strong&gt; -- I think this is earth science. And no, I didn't take NaSc1 to get this subject. A GE course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;PE2 TKD (Taekwondo)&lt;/strong&gt; -- Yey! Taekwondo. My 3rd PE. One more to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;SPCM102 (Diction and inaunciation)&lt;/strong&gt; -- This is another speech communication subject. Prerequisite for higher SPCM courses, like SPCM104 or Occassional Speeches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;HIST2 (World History)&lt;/strong&gt; -- The course description speaks for itself. Another GE (General Education) course. And you don't have to take Hist1 to get this subject.&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Good luck everyone for the upcoming school year! Another year, another journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-4814025042292077866?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4814025042292077866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=4814025042292077866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4814025042292077866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/4814025042292077866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFhoFjtJWIc/Shv8nHe0yFI/AAAAAAAAABY/E6RJW0IXsOk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-5546780254981499104</id><published>2009-05-14T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:02:53.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so not myself these past days. I don't know, maybe my true self went hybernating and let my other self suffer everything. Good thing that it went to a long sleep though, so that I could have it back after sometime, after I finish cleaning up all the mess that I am in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am pretty anxious to see my schedule for the upcoming semester. I hope I could go home by Friday, and I am able to get all the subjects needed. Woooh. Another roller coaster semester. Hello, sleepless nights and crazy piles of papers. I'm expecting more work this semester since I am about to get Core Courses already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can somebody please give me tickets to Cook and Archuleta's concert on the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;? I'd be paying a visit to my dentist, and probably have my tooth pulled out, and that would be pretty bloody. However, seeing the two Davids is all worth it. &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A better update soon. And a new layout. Hoooooray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-5546780254981499104?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5546780254981499104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=5546780254981499104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5546780254981499104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/5546780254981499104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788372542694914358.post-7543392720181292844</id><published>2009-05-06T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:04:00.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For the past few days, I've been spending time watching my favorite series of all time: One Tree Hill. Although, I don't think that the market is offering its 6th season, I still got a hand on it. Thanks to the friendly pirated vendors I met at a mall in Caloocan. In fact, I've became a "&lt;em&gt;suki&lt;/em&gt;" to them already. I know its a bad thing, patronizing the 'crime' that they are committing, but honestly -- Who doesn't buy them anyways? Except if you got tons of money to spent on buying your favorite series, or got the patience to wait for them in the market, you might just be one of the lucky ones who haven't tried buying them or watching a movie or two with the help of these cds. So, why do people just love to buy these things? I'm going to give some reasons why. And I know, a lot of you will agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pirated CDs are CHEAP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;- Oh yes. This is the number one reason for almost everybody. Instead of buying a CD that would cost you hundreds of bucks, people prefer to go on the &lt;em&gt;bangketa&lt;/em&gt;, and look for their favorite show, amidst of all the people surrounding the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Pirated DVDs give you a chance to have a glimpse of the newest movie and the newest season of your favorite shows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Pirated DVDs can be easily bought.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;- Take a walk at a cheap mall and you can find them. The tiangges also offer some. And mostly, the bangketas sell them all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Pirated DVDs had already upgraded with the so-called "Bluray" disc system.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;- Of course, since these DVDs are pirated, the Bluray system is also fake. The good news is, they have upgraded into another level. With this Bluray, the video quality is waaaay better than the first release of the pirated DVDs. Plus, no more heads going back and forth on your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So there. These are some of the reasons why I just like to buy pirated. No, I am not encouraging people to buy these stuffs, but I am just saying what I like about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace tayo, Edu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4788372542694914358-7543392720181292844?l=theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7543392720181292844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4788372542694914358&amp;postID=7543392720181292844' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7543392720181292844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4788372542694914358/posts/default/7543392720181292844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpadchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/pirated.html' title='Pirated'/><author><name>Umi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10984215933803149554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft1e8wG5dQE/TqurJCKqwZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qXjkLMh7410/s220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
