<?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-5538561021983746335</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:04:20.701+08:00</updated><category term='Simple Line'/><category term='Schumann'/><category term='Acoustics'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Encoding'/><category term='Writer&apos;s Block'/><category term='Practice'/><category term='Filming'/><category term='Rehearsal'/><category term='UST'/><category term='Traveling'/><category term='Stored Value Tickets'/><category term='Sembreak'/><category term='College Life'/><category term='LRT'/><category term='Piano'/><category term='Orchestra'/><category term='Cross-eye'/><category term='Episode One'/><title type='text'>Mondie-riffic Days!</title><subtitle type='html'>Watch out for new episodes of the Everyday Life of... Mondie! &amp;gt;:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2464086660293530710</id><published>2011-11-03T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:42:59.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #19: I want a new phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.androidappmobile.com/wp-content/uploads/images/21/130877392986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://www.androidappmobile.com/wp-content/uploads/images/21/130877392986.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahhh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's been so long since I've had my last smartphone. My last smart phone was stolen from me months ago. And last time I had a smart phone, I promised that I would buy an Android next time. And so, right now, I'm planning to buy an Android. But it seems that I could not find the right phone that was meant for me. I've been looking at a couple of phones or months now. I've seen one already, but the technical specs aren't that high. and I really don't want to get a phone that's been released last year. As much as possible, I want a phone that recently released. And also, I want a phone that has a physical keyboard. While my last smartphone had no keyboard, it took me quite a while to get used to it. And only at the last few weeks of my phone's existence was I able to use it properly. I surely hope that my favorite phone manufacturer, HTC, would create a smart phone that fits my requirements. I'm so excited to buy a new phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Difficulty in Writing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm having difficulty writing right now mainly because I'm not writing or typing for that matter. I'm actually using dictation software. I was checking out this would be a good investment or something; but right now, it seems like a pain to the behind. Perhaps I need to train my profile more. but honestly, it's kind of entertaining. Why am I doing this? I'm actually training my English speaking skills. I'm planning to take a review sometime next year on the English language. And I do plan to write my next entries by dictation, and it looks like this blog will be approaching the dark ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Like I said, I'm using my voice to write this blog entry. And if I don't train my profile real soon, my posts will become shorter and shorter every day (or at least when I make my entries.). I'll see you soon. Bye! XD. Ha! I taught my dictation software how to do an XD. I hope I can teach this software new tricks soon. Goodbye! :-)&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/5538561021983746335-2464086660293530710?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2464086660293530710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2464086660293530710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2464086660293530710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2464086660293530710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2011/11/entry-19-i-want-new-phone.html' title='Entry #19: I want a new phone!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8232113866819767148</id><published>2011-10-24T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:34:13.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sembreak'/><title type='text'>Entry #15: Oops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hello. Guess what I'm writing today. Nothing! XD I really don't know what to write about today, but know that when I think about something interesting, i'll surely be writing about it here. This post is to acknowledge that I'm still alive,&amp;nbsp;and sort of kicking. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-8232113866819767148?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8232113866819767148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8232113866819767148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8232113866819767148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8232113866819767148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-15-oops.html' title='Entry #15: Oops.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3439849879063131164</id><published>2011-10-19T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:29:09.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross-eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encoding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sembreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rehearsal'/><title type='text'>Entry #14: Cross-Eyed Woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i545.photobucket.com/albums/hh375/dwdrumr4psylis/strabismus-wall-eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" id=":current_picnik_image" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HStaZMpP6E/Tp7k2OMaLPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i4KgXcqNktU/s1600/16898585333_b89ns.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This event is probably the most memorable today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross-eyed Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No, I am not discriminating cross-eyed people; as a matter-of-fact, I'm amazed by them. And I even know people who are cross-eyed! Just this morning, as I was commuting towards the University of Santo Tomas, I hopped on to this jeep. As I sat down, I look around like I always do, I guess it's something like a routine. I must have learned this from reading the Maximum Ride series! XD. Since, this paragraph is getting out of hand, I believe it is time to continue with my story. As I was looking around, I suddenly see this woman who is extremely cross-eyed, to the point that the left eyeball (when you are facing the woman) cannot be seen any longer, and the right eyeball is to the extreme right. My first reaction was not to look; but then I suddenly looked back with a surprised face. Eyes wide open while keeping composure. That kind of face. Of course, embarrassed, I look away. I hope she didn't feel uncomfortable. =s I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, I was just surprised, and amazed at the same time to see something so epic. Sorry.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What? No Rehearsal? Nyuuuu-Oh wait!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Upon my arrival to the Royal and Pontifical University of Santo Tomas (yes, insert sarcasm there. XD): actually, after buying my dose of Simple Line goodness, I see one of my friends, Val with his other friend from a film-making school here in the Philippines doing some filming. My sentence construction is pretty bad today. I can't believe I never mentioned that the doors to Recital Hall 2 was locked (because that's the place where I'm supposed to have a rehearsal today; that is, for the junior recital of a composition major. Wait. Did I not mention that I accepted something like that? Oops. Sorry. XD Now you know. LOL). So I actually ended up helping them to film for their project. Well, it was a nice experience. XD Cool, if I may add. But honestly, getting those lines memorized in such a short time takes a lot of skill. I guess I need to re-study my cramming mastery. I was good at it back then; but now, all hope is lost. I believe that music must be the reason why I can't cram that much anymore: Music cannot be crammed, after all. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slight Memories of..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The rehearsal with at the MPO school of music. The journey towards MPO was epic. It was raining so hard. My shoes got wet inside-out, and the back of my shirt got soaked because of the malfunctioning anti-rain system of a tricycle. What's worse? When I boarded the LRT-2, the rain stopped. Yes. You heard that right. What perfect timing! Well, with this knowledge, I am dumbfounded by how God could just test you right there. "Will you still go to MPO even if it rains THIS hard?" that was actually the question on my mind when I was about to start my journey towards MPO. Well, I just replied: "Of course! I said I'll go, why would any rain stop me from going there?! XD". I hope I could also do that with my walk. =s xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yay! More progress! I know that not many people read this blog (or maybe no one reads it at all. xD), but at least I'm still keeping up with this blogging thing. XD If ever you stumbled upon this page, by any chance, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. I checked the dashboard today, and noticed that 1 person viewed my blog today. That one person inspired me to write another entry for today. Thank you one person, you have successfully encouraged me! KUDOS TO YOU! :D&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/5538561021983746335-3439849879063131164?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3439849879063131164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3439849879063131164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3439849879063131164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3439849879063131164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-14-cross-eyed-woman.html' title='Entry #14: Cross-Eyed Woman!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HStaZMpP6E/Tp7k2OMaLPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i4KgXcqNktU/s72-c/16898585333_b89ns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2434019727521061238</id><published>2011-10-15T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:51:40.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Line'/><title type='text'>Entry #13: Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commuter.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451f42669e2015431f02e19970c-800wi" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://commuter.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451f42669e2015431f02e19970c-800wi" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This represents the majority of my actions today. Walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today was another day of travelling. Today, I had no time to practice. Even as I write this, my body is too tired to commence practicing. I must try again tomorrow. Anyway, walking is the main issue today; In addition to my walking requirements to go to LRT-1, LRT-2, and the Jeepney going to Libis, I also had to walk pretty far today: from LRT-2 Recto station to Simple Line! Ahh, the things I would do for Simple Line. XD While the walk was a bit dangerous (not much people walking + it was already past 5 in the afternoon), it was well-worth it. I guess I burned another few calories there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simple Line!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I really don't remember the last time I had a drink from this awesome milk tea place. XD I missed the taste of that yummy drink. Today I ordered something out of my routinary routine: Caramel Black Milk Tea (50% sweet, less ice). I waited a while, since there was no Black Tea available. The people working at this Franchise of Simple Line somehow recognized me from the last time I was there (that was the time when I saw Gilbert and Dianne, and the store owners had our picture taken with our drinks. xD). I guess I'm that memorable? The drink tasted better than the last time, as I ordered the same drink but I only chose 80% sweet added; but I think I'll have to decrease the sweet to an even lower percentage next time, as I did find it a little bit too sweet. Man, the adjectives describing small have been overused here, just a little bit. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Stuttered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A first, if I may say so myself. I really did not stutter like stuttering people do, but I sort of stuttered on what to say to the jeepney driver today when he asked me where I was going. I told him a lot of places, probably more than 4, in succession. And I was able to say the correct destination. I felt embarrassed because I was out-of-the-zone, but hey, everyone gets out of the zone sometimes too! D:&amp;lt;. It's just that it happens with me more often than others. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, as you can see, the post is now longer. Yay! That's awesome news, at least for me. Today was tiring, having to walk to and from a lot of places. Well, at least I'm having that exercise that I need. It'll be easier to get thin because of this! Yay! See you soon! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/5538561021983746335-2434019727521061238?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2434019727521061238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2434019727521061238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2434019727521061238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2434019727521061238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-13-walking.html' title='Entry #13: Walking'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1035525051517804066</id><published>2011-10-15T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:52:00.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stored Value Tickets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LRT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><title type='text'>Entry #12: The Travel Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jRnwUPAMTEA/Rs1bgnMLGdI/AAAAAAAAADo/nvSVvNXKuyE/s200/DSC00178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jRnwUPAMTEA/Rs1bgnMLGdI/AAAAAAAAADo/nvSVvNXKuyE/s320/DSC00178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This. Caused me a little&amp;nbsp;embarrassment&amp;nbsp;today. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travelling, to and fro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, travelling has been the main topic the past few days. Taking a total of 4 hours to go to and fro the MPO School of Music Located in Libis, Quezon City. For the past rehearsals, I was blessed by God by this certain person by the name of Iqui! :D I would always get a free ride to an LRT station (Roosevelt), which makes my travel less stressful. Thanks ate Iqui! XD. But of course, today is different. She was not able to come to rehearsal today, and I am faced with that fact that I'll be commuting my way home. It's a good thing that I had some companions still (Mau and Pachi! XD), and they made the travel less boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What about this 'this'?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, today is the first time I have bought Stored Value Tickets from both LRT Line 1 and Line 2. Well, as I compare both of them, they both have that printed side, and the not-so-printed side. Well, apparently, that side right there (yes, I'm pointing to the picture) was the correct side for LRT 2. And I failed. It's a good thing there was this woman who told me that I wrongfully did the wrong thing. Does that mean I did the right thing? Does two wrongs make a right? Will I ever see the next day? When will I stop asking questions? I don't know. Oh there, I stopped. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ha! Will my entries be short bursts of words from this moment on? I tried to think of something else to write, but it seems that this is the only thing I could write about. The other parts I really don't remember as much. XD Well, I'll try to remember more things next time! :)&amp;nbsp;&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/5538561021983746335-1035525051517804066?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1035525051517804066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1035525051517804066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1035525051517804066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1035525051517804066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-12-travel-back-home.html' title='Entry #12: The Travel Back Home'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jRnwUPAMTEA/Rs1bgnMLGdI/AAAAAAAAADo/nvSVvNXKuyE/s72-c/DSC00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1592888261966299998</id><published>2011-10-13T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:05:17.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orchestra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Entry #11: Short Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wow, I never knew I'd make two entries in a single day! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, last entry, I talked about my not being too fond of the trumpet. Guess what? I talked to our conductor, and she agreed that I play the piano instead! Yay! :D It's amazing how God works huh? :D But I do hope and continue to hope that we'll find a replacement for my vacant brass spot. I'm sure God will provide one in no time! :D Now, I'm okay with going to rehearsals, because it will be the piano I will be using to make music. Aww. No, I'm not being racist with the trumpet, it's just that the trumpet has given me some bad memories. Aww. XD I'd rather not talk about that, since this is supposed to be a happy post! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's It.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll write more soon. I hope :D See you later! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-1592888261966299998?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1592888261966299998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1592888261966299998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1592888261966299998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1592888261966299998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-11-short-update.html' title='Entry #11: Short Update!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-7165789481000830390</id><published>2011-10-13T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:26:54.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orchestra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schumann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sembreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piano'/><title type='text'>Entry #10: What Sembreak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/11/14/11_14_18---Grand-Piano-Keyboard_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/11/14/11_14_18---Grand-Piano-Keyboard_web.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Uhm, yay. Sembreak is currently ongoing. But what sembreak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I guess this is one of those times when people wished they had a lot of time to sleep and do stuff that they want to do whenever they have a break in between semesters. But I guess I'm not one of those people who are actually&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to do so! Why is it so, if you may ask? It's because I'm in this little chamber orchestra. And I'm tasked to play the trumpet: one of the few things I really was not that fond of. Well, sort of. Our practices for the whole break would be literally taking out my Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and hopefully only a little of my Saturdays. Kind of depressing really, but I have to cope up and keep up. Honestly, I don't want to take part in this, because I knew it would really eat up my semestral break; I just took it to help out a friend. And its probably taking its toll. Well, my heart is not in this, but if God willed it to be so, and if He really wants me to join this orchestra thing, who am I to object, right? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Piano Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly, with the orchestra practices in motion, I'm sad, and kind of upset that I'm not having time (almost literally) to practice my major. This is a very sad and depressing thing. The time I could have consumed to study piano is transformed into that time I need to get to the practice location; which by the way, is about two hours away from home. Imagine: 4 hours total travel time to go there and get home! That would have been more than enough for a day's worth of practice right there! Sometimes, I would almost cry, as I was not able to practice my pieces, not even once for that day (like the past 3 weeks, when I had to do a lot of schoolwork.) I really did think that I would have enough time this break to make some progress with my pieces, but it seems that I can't find any time. The only time I had to practice was only yesterday, but I was only able to practice for about an hour because I was really tired from commuting from such a faraway place. I do thank God for yesterday, because I was able to practice, even for just a little while. Even with all these busy things going on, I'm sure God will give me enough time to finish this Kreisleriana by Schumann. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have nothing else left to say. LOL. Well, at least the post is a wee bit longer than the post before, and that's progress in itself! XD. Like I said, these things that which are happening in my life right now may not be what I want, I will still hold on to that fact that God has His perfect timing, and whatever happens, all of these things will work out for good. Who knows? God might just be giving me a lesson on "socializing-with-people-who-you-do-not-know-much-because-you-have-to-talk-to-them-to-get-somewhere 101". Right? XD Well, I'll see you later. Hopefully this would not be the end of my blogging spree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-7165789481000830390?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/7165789481000830390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=7165789481000830390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/7165789481000830390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/7165789481000830390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-10-what-sembreak.html' title='Entry #10: What Sembreak?'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2288239222313269760</id><published>2011-10-04T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:19:32.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acoustics'/><title type='text'>Entry #9: Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It has been terribly, terribly long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah. I know. My life has certainly been a mess ever since college. As you might have noticed, the posts have been becoming fewer and fewer as my life as a college student began. Ha, I don't even know if people read this blog! XD It has been more than a year since this blog has been frozen. But I still look at it: not as often, but I still do. And I even wonder of that day when I'll be able to write again.Guess what? I wrote one just now! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Currently, it is the Finals week in our college. Music Acoustics has been the pain in the behind since last Friday, but I have no worries. I believe in His perfect timing, and that his timing is always perfect! ALWAYS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While I may encounter a whole lot of problems regarding this finals paper, I believe that God would help me with this, at least on the idea of how it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's It. XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I guess that's all for today. This might be the start of a new daily thang, I'll do my best, don't worry. :D It seems too short for me now; but hey, I'm just starting over again. Give me a little more time, and I think my entries will become longer. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2288239222313269760?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2288239222313269760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2288239222313269760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2288239222313269760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2288239222313269760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-9-eh.html' title='Entry #9: Eh?'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>University of Santo Tomas, España Blvd, Quezon City 1015, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.6100352 120.989783</georss:point><georss:box>14.594670200000001 120.970042 14.6254002 121.009524</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8429508824210614618</id><published>2010-05-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:24:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #8: A Lot of Catching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry,&amp;nbsp;I got stricken with a very bad fever for the past couple of days. A very, very bad fever. It's called the LF. Lazy Fever. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Major Worry..?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some few things just can't get out of my poorly overpopulated brain. Like my major. lol. I may be able to get a 'passing' grade with all my past lessons with my teacher but I don't think I'd pass if it were by my own standards. I always leave the lesson room wondering why I never got the change to study everything properly. And then I remembered where I went for the past two Saturdays. LOL. I know that contributed a lot to my lack of time, and maybe some other things like gaming. GAH. Let's just forget about those ugly things. Good thing is, I'm still keeping up a bit with my teacher's minimum required expectations. (That is, approximately 10% of the way she wanted me to play a certain passage. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Major VACATION? :O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh dear. I think God has been blessing me with wayyy too many vacation opportunities this year. Probably to compensate for the lack of real vacation for the past 4 years? &amp;nbsp;Maybe so, but I thank Him nonetheless for the chances of having a nice &lt;i&gt;R&amp;amp;R(Recreation and relaxation.. right? XP) &lt;/i&gt;away from the &lt;i&gt;H&amp;amp;S(Hardships and Stressful Situations. LOL). &lt;/i&gt;Last Saturday was the first time, in many years, to get out of bed very early. The Friday Group, (we weren't so many due to people not being able to be able.) about seven i think... went to &lt;i&gt;Camaya Coast&lt;/i&gt; in the very faraway land of &lt;i&gt;Mariveles, Bataan! &lt;/i&gt;It was a whopping three-and-a-half hour travel from Manila. We could've slept on the way, but heck, it was like a &lt;i&gt;very rocky and roady &lt;/i&gt;roller coaster ride that we weren't able to fall asleep for long periods of time. I guess the driver was rushing because of some people who arrived late. XD But anyway, we got there finally. I'm just taking this picture from a friend of mine, no need for recognition, since the name is on the picture. Prepare for a photo input (for the first time in my blogging history!? The cats were not considered, as they were 'emoticons' lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fC2B-XKihYQ/S-pjFFULJXI/AAAAAAAAABU/HTznG7giZHc/s1600/Mondie.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fC2B-XKihYQ/S-pjFFULJXI/AAAAAAAAABU/HTznG7giZHc/s400/Mondie.png" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Yipee! Camaya Coast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That picture was taken by Judith Unsay (yeah, what a waste of typing energy for me saying i'm not gonna mention the name. lol) but a friend of mine took it and &lt;i&gt;vividized &lt;/i&gt;the colors (thanks Val Cabigting :D) and I added the brush thing effect (forgot the name. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That will be the only picture I'll be posting. XD To cut it short again, I had a nice time and a nice wound from the said adventure (due to sharp things under a diving pad). It was kind of sizzling out there with the temp, but when you jump in the very salty seawater, everything turns out to be okay. :D We also did go to a mini-waterfalls somewhere, and its kind of nice. Should I post a picture? REALLY? Hmm... Let me think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs334.ash1/28853_1478545762788_1208072116_1367969_8069673_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs334.ash1/28853_1478545762788_1208072116_1367969_8069673_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;NOES! Why are you taking a picture of me climbing the bamboo stairs?!!" (said in 1.5 seconds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gah, there you have it. Its time to end this part of the post. My brain is all spread out today. Can't write properly. lol. I know you noticed it! YOU DID! YOU CAN'T LIE TO ME! I CAN SEE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really just wanted to update the blog, since I think I'm getting well from the LF. :D I Hope to see you soon, hopefully with a post that won't be as brain splattering as this. XD&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/5538561021983746335-8429508824210614618?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8429508824210614618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8429508824210614618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8429508824210614618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8429508824210614618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-8-lot-of-catching.html' title='Entry #8: A Lot of Catching'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fC2B-XKihYQ/S-pjFFULJXI/AAAAAAAAABU/HTznG7giZHc/s72-c/Mondie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3876392787968532138</id><published>2010-05-02T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:34:19.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #7: Nearly Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeap. The past few days have been very... un-sleepy. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Water-pool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;=.=; of course its a pool filled with water. What do you expect? Sand? Scorpions? MONEY? (O how I wish it could've been money. *sigh*) Like I said about a few days ago, I'd be going out of town for a few days; and as much as I did NOT anticipate it, I actually enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;April 28th, Daylight. The monsters have overtaken the city. Somehow, I'm still alive. &lt;/i&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, if it were April 28th, it would've been better; but oh well, we said goodbye to our humble home last April 30th. Too bad my &lt;i&gt;Resident Evil 3&lt;/i&gt; line&amp;nbsp;memorabilia&amp;nbsp;didn't fit. *sigh* Our journey started at about 8pm. There was really heavy traffic anywhere and everywhere, we thought it was probably due to the many 10-wheelers out in the street because of the month ending. I don't know what relation there is, and I really don't care that much. LOL. We stopped over at &lt;i&gt;Wai Ying&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Masangkay branch to eat dinner, for we were inhumanely hungry when we left home. Expecting traffic to dissipate after eating, we anticipated and expected to arrive at the event scene at about 10:30 -- but we were wrong. T_T.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heavy traffic, weighing about over a thousand tons (probably that heavy, but I think it should be more. And lol, if you didn't get the 'over a thousand tons' part, that's just a description of how 'heavy' the traffic was. LOL) made us drop half-dead almost instantly. Extremely powerful ouchy-red lights blinded our chances of getting to our location early. We waited for maybe one and a half hour before getting past that little area travellable by just a few minutes without traffic. Oh wait, I didn't mention where we were going? OH NO! XD Sorry. We were going to some resort in Laguna. &lt;i&gt;Laguna. Laguna.. Laguna...? OMGBBQBBQ! That's going through the South Luzon Expressway! OH NOEZ!&lt;/i&gt; You got that right. It's as epic as an epic movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gah, let's just take that not-so-memorable memory away. =.= Well, we finally got to the said resort at about 12:30AM of May 1, and tired as we are (well, not really tired because i wasn't the one driving) we went to the pool to swim! It was warm by the way. Not the warm-due-to-nighttime warm, the hot water warm (but not too hot. lol). It was very relaxing, if i may say. It's like taking a hot water bath on a big, big, big bathtub. XD I got out of the water at about 2AM, slept around 3AM, woke at about 8AM. from 9AM till 11AM, I went out to swim again; 2PM - 8PM was the epic win part. There was only probably a total of 2 hours out of the pool during that time frame, so that would be about 4 hours in the pool. Hahaha. Well, there were 4 pools really, and I was transferring between all four for the duration of my stay. Gah. The entry is getting too long. Stop here. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just to make it short, for the first time in probably many years, I was finally able to relax a bit (which is a very, very, very good thing) and it helped me think about a few things (which I don't remember now.) It was a de-stressing thing. :D Oh and yeah, the purpose of going there was for a clan reunion. lol. See you guys later. Sorry if the entry is quite long; but don't worry, I think there's an old entry 2 or 3 times longer than this one. LOL. Bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3876392787968532138?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3876392787968532138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3876392787968532138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3876392787968532138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3876392787968532138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-7-nearly-sleepless-nights.html' title='Entry #7: Nearly Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8347853773899480670</id><published>2010-04-30T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:40:34.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #6: The Sound of Metal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey there! Haha. I should have written this yesterday, but I never got the chance to write because I was extremely sleepy by the time we got home. So here it is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Premiere Movie Watching Thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess it would be safe to say that what I watched yesterday was my first ever premiere screening of a movie; and boy, it took so long =.=. There was only one big difference (if your aim is to ONLY watch the movie and not look upon beautiful foreign people far away), and that is the very time consuming mention-ing of the sponsors for the said advance screening. I think its safe to say that it took more than 20 minutes just to finish the whole&amp;nbsp;gibberish&amp;nbsp;thing to the audience. And then there was the entertaining set of trailers for other upcoming movies. I think it was in this order. 1) I forgot the name of the movie, 2) The last Airbender, i think. 3) Shrek 3D. There. after that, was the start of Iron Man 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As a general review, I would say that Iron Man 2 is somehow entertaining. It has some story into it, but that doesn't make Iron Man 2 stand out from other movies. Maybe it would for Iron Man fanatics, but not for me. I would say that there are quite a lot of talking in the movie, but that doesn't make it less entertaining. And if my memory serves me right, I think the most laugh-able parts in the movie are those dialogs. The movie is sometimes hilarious with the metal to metal battles; but hey, I don't think it would be a lot more interesting with those metal clanking sound effects :D! Haha. Overall, the movie is worth watching; but if you're looking for a lovely story, this movie ain't for 'ya dawg. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, that's the only thing I really want to blog about, since that's the only thing i remember today. haha. :D Well, see you guys after 3 days (i think). Because I'll be away from home today, but hey, I'll be writing my entries through my email and when I get back, you'll see them all posted in a jiffy. Yay! See you all guys later, and thanks for peeking. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-8347853773899480670?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8347853773899480670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8347853773899480670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8347853773899480670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8347853773899480670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-6-sound-of-metal.html' title='Entry #6: The Sound of Metal'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-158642849445272908</id><published>2010-04-28T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:31:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #5: Lolwut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yeah. I forgot I had a blog. Again! hahah. Oh well, time to submit an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Summer Job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, someone texted me just this afternoon, offering me a job @ yamaha music school somewhere out there. I considered it for a while, but then I had to prepare for the competition so I turned it down. Haha. I even doubt that would only be for summer. I did not go into details with the person because... well, I don't want to get tempted haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book 6 of 11, DOWN!! &amp;gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yay, I finished book 6 today, at about 4:50AM. I must say that the book surely did keep me hanging until the end. I read it the whole day yesterday and I was like... OMG? ITS EVENING ALREADY? When I looked outside. I was reading since afternoon, up until the next day. I guess this book 6 of Terry Goodkind's &lt;i&gt;Sword of Truth &lt;/i&gt;series&amp;nbsp;is probably one of the best, because it kept me up till late early morning. (yes, late early morning.) You should read it. I'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Difference&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, as I look back on all the posts I made, I noticed that they were funny, and this wasn't. WHYY? I can't believe my posts are not that interesting anymore. Lol. Maybe I should read James Patterson's &lt;i&gt;Maximum Ride&lt;/i&gt; series again, so I'll have that way of writing once more. *sigh* how i wish the series were finished already so I won't get wrinkles waiting every single time for the next book in the series to come out. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well, I think I'm done here. Next time you see me, remind me to write here okay? If you do, I'll give you a prize: a blog entry! :P See you later guys. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-158642849445272908?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/158642849445272908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=158642849445272908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/158642849445272908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/158642849445272908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-5-lolwut.html' title='Entry #5: Lolwut?'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1903886613029714555</id><published>2010-04-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:33:35.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #4: Something to blog about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All is finally well and good. Why? Because I finally have something to blog about! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book 5 of 11 DOWN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lately, I've been going loco over a book series made by Terry Goodkind. I think there's a TV series made from the book, but as far as the story is concerned, I think its not based on the book totally. Well, the series is about magic, wizards and whatnot; and I liked it because I do. I really can't explain why I like it, I guess you'll just have to read it! :P I've been starting to read the series 2 weeks before April, and have never stopped since. I'm not sure when to start book 6 though, maybe early next week. :D Promise me, whoever you are, dear blog reader, that you will at least try &amp;nbsp;to read book 1, which is... uhh..... Wizard's First Rule (Wow. that took quite a while to remember. LOL). Read it, okay? *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practice, practice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As unexpected as it seems, I practiced today. After finishing book 5 of the series, which I don't remember what the title is, I practiced. :D! Took me a little while to get into the mood of practicing though. I have learned one thing today from a friend; practice should not only be about quantity, it should also be about quality! :D! I got it from a friend who never told me anything about this, but I got the reasoning from our chat. Yeah, I know its bizarre. haha. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you what I did before practicing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Korean Language O.o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah yeah, I'm learning the language, but I guess I'm far from speaking it. :D! I've been reading the&amp;nbsp;Korean&amp;nbsp;alphabet today, and I guess I did learn a few. I must learn the&amp;nbsp;Korean&amp;nbsp;alphabet fully before I go into intense language training. *sigh* I hope to learn this language before school starts and surprise those&amp;nbsp;Korean&amp;nbsp;peepz out of their unsurprised faces! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No thought to ponder for today, OH WAIT. I guess I'll just leave you with what I learned today! "Practice is not about quantity, its about quality." Have a great day everyone!. Oh wait. This post was finished 12:32AM, 24th of April. Oops. I should've written this earlier. Haha, I'll just change the post time to that of April 23rd okay? :D!&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/5538561021983746335-1903886613029714555?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1903886613029714555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1903886613029714555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1903886613029714555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1903886613029714555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-4-something-to-blog-about.html' title='Entry #4: Something to blog about.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-4358551462157486896</id><published>2010-04-22T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:13:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #3: A Peaceful Day. I guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;LOL. Surely, today is a very peaceful day; or should I say BORING. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gaming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, gaming ain't that much fun today, since none of my brothers are here at home right now to help with my other poor chars' leveling. LOL. And since they're not at home, I couldn't do anything with the other games. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;*sigh*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;School Stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wohoo. I think I need to study my school stuff instead huh. Since I really don't have anything to do except from trying to make myself look fit, (LOL) I guess I'll just go over to the piano and practice. &lt;b&gt;*grins*&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's It!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to leave you guys with a thought to ponder for today, since as you can see, this is one of those posts when I couldn't write about anything, and so, I let my mind wander off into the unknown boundaries of the universe in my brain. Thought to ponder: "Why ask me to do it when you can O_O?!" There you go, see ya. :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-4358551462157486896?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/4358551462157486896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=4358551462157486896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4358551462157486896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4358551462157486896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-3-peaceful-day-i-guess.html' title='Entry #3: A Peaceful Day. I guess.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-6771605375666498584</id><published>2010-04-20T16:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:50:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #2: Today is a Major Day. :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lol. Today surely is a ‘major’ day for me. XD I went to school today for my summer lessons with my piano teacher, Ms. Suaco. Good thing I studied 2 of 3 pieces. She didn’t scold me that much, but she did scold me when I forgot to bring my other book (the Beethoven Concerto No. 1). I really thought that I didn’t need to bring the book; I even thought that we were only going to do pieces for the competition today. *&lt;b&gt;sigh&lt;/b&gt;*, When I played my nocturne today(Chopin’s Nocturne in E minor… I think it was opus 19 lol), she said it was really good; and because of that, she wanted me to choose a different nocturne. Ironic isn’t it? XD.&amp;nbsp;I loved that nocturne for its simplicity yet difficulty of playing, due to those pedal markings which took me quite a while to manage; but oh well, I guess I need to follow her advice. Haha. She asked me to choose between No. 4, and No. 13; and guess what I chose? :D! Of course, I chose my lucky number: the awesome thirteen! *&lt;b&gt;Echoes for the word thirteen&lt;/b&gt;* It actually does sound nice, if you’ll listen to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here, let me give you a link to it! :D!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBNFr57sbIE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&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/NBNFr57sbIE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope that works, since I’m only sending this through the email. XD I’m a lazybum to go to blogger and make a post, sorry. *&lt;b&gt;insert a peculiar laugh here, or a sneer if you want&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That’s IT! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, I’m kind of sleepy right now, and not much has happened today except me being able to copy a 5CD thing of Chopin. Thanks Hannah for those :D! I’ll be now off to sleep, and probably play a little when I wake up, or just go on with my practicing, whatever my feelings want me to do. &amp;lt;&amp;lt; with that sentence, please understand that it was my exact trail of thought, and if there are grammatical errors, please understand that this is how my brain works, and forgive me. XD next time, I’ll make it a point to think it out first before writing okay? :D! Well, see ya. I really hope that youtube embed thing works, or I’ll have to go to blogger to fix it. *&lt;b&gt;sigh&lt;/b&gt;*, a lazy bum. Truly. Bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Edit: Boo. It didn't work. T_T. Anyway, I fixed the link. lol&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/5538561021983746335-6771605375666498584?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/6771605375666498584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=6771605375666498584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6771605375666498584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6771605375666498584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-2-today-is-major-day-o.html' title='Entry #2: Today is a Major Day. :O'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-5592387768720108281</id><published>2010-04-19T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:51:59.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #1(that is, for year 2010): Yipee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check Format Complete! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh hey there. I sent one just a while ago to check how the format would be, and it seems it looks okay. :D &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Few Changes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s been so long since I last wrote on this blog. I guess I’ll just start anew: what I mean is, since this is a new year, I suppose I should start a new ‘book’ in my blog. Haha.I looked at the blog entries for the past years, and it seems to get lesser and lesser every year! *&lt;b&gt;sigh&lt;/b&gt;* I hope to change all of those soon, now that I have a laptop. Probably, this is my dream coming true. I can now blog anywhere (well, if I would be bringing it anywhere, that is :D) And I’ll be able to blog a lot too! So maybe, just &lt;b&gt;maybe&lt;/b&gt;, I’d be able to put up a lot of entries in a day :D. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It’s Summer! :D!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Summer it is. I’m playing a &lt;i&gt;lot of a few&lt;/i&gt; MMORPGs lately. Well, if I’m going to make a numbered list about it, I’d say that Ragnarok Online would be taking most of my gaming time these days. Granado Espada would be at second place, and Aion would probably be the last. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do play a lot this summer, but it’s not like last year. Last year, I focused more on gaming; but this year, I focus more on my career: my being a musician. I’m joining a Chopin Piano competition come November XD. I’m working hard this time. Working extra hard to prove to my teacher (and myself) that I would be extra prepared. :D!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing. I really forgot what I was gonna say. Hahaha. Oh well, I gotta go eat now. I’ll see you guys later. ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5538561021983746335-5592387768720108281?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/5592387768720108281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=5592387768720108281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5592387768720108281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5592387768720108281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-1that-is-for-year-2010-yipee.html' title='Entry #1(that is, for year 2010): Yipee'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-7910818153051142508</id><published>2010-04-19T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:52:51.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Entry #1: Haha. Testing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is actually a test message. I’m sending it from my email. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lazy man is lazy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;      Haha. I think I totally forgot about this blog for a long, long, long, long, long time. =s Oh well, I guess I’ll have to make it up to anyone who’s still reading my blog =) Here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I has lappy nao.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;/b&gt;Lol. Yep, I have a laptop now. It’s a gift for me by my Tita Echie; but I needed to add a little bit to be able to buy a better laptop. I promised myself that when I buy a laptop, I should be able to play my games. And well,  I did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of Test Email message.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall end this here and now, I’ll be checking the layout actually, so I didn’t want it to be too long :O. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5538561021983746335-7910818153051142508?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/7910818153051142508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=7910818153051142508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/7910818153051142508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/7910818153051142508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/04/email-entry-1-haha-testing.html' title='Email Entry #1: Haha. Testing.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3651383863865203184</id><published>2009-12-23T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:09:11.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post: From my PDA phone! Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;this. is. epic. I'm posting on the blog from my own phone! yay! expect more fun coming your way =)&lt;br/&gt;-Mondie&lt;br /&gt;as you might notice, i'm using a different font since i'm too lazy to copy and paste html codes, but hey. I guess you could differentiate the PDA phone posts from the PC posts! ^_^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3651383863865203184?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3651383863865203184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3651383863865203184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3651383863865203184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3651383863865203184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-post-from-my-pda-phone-yay.html' title='My First Post: From my PDA phone! Yay!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-9170370090157907767</id><published>2009-10-22T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:53:58.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry# 32: The 100th Post Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Happy Celebration!!! WOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello there everyone! Today, I make the first 100th post in this blog. I'm kind of amazed I got this far. And I really can't believe that this blog has been up for more than three years already! Wow! =) I'd like to thank everyone who made this post possible: Bill Gates, Blogger, whoever invented internet, and of course, ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why So Early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know you didn't notice, but I did. And what did I notice? I noticed that I'm posting this in the afternoon, not during nights and in the wee hours of the morning. That's because I'm using someone else's laptop just to post right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-9170370090157907767?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/9170370090157907767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=9170370090157907767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/9170370090157907767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/9170370090157907767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-32-100th-post-celebration.html' title='Entry# 32: The 100th Post Celebration!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-4669406690438204586</id><published>2009-09-03T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:54:20.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #30: Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Its sad. It truly is sad. Sad. Sad, isn't it? Sad. No sad word will be enough to describe how sad I am right now. Sad. Meh, nevermind the sadness! (sad.) lol~. We must keep on staying happy despite being sad. Sad. I'm gonna tell you why in a few moments. Or maybe not. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why So Sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sad. Just kinda depressed.&amp;nbsp;All the pressure of the pressure cooker exploded right in front of my face; but of course, you knew that was a joke right? *insert laughing sound of choice here*. Apparently, my major professor kind of scolded me just a few days ago (maybe something like yesterday) And it had somehow affected me for the whole day. Almost. I would have to definitely agree that my major was kind of bad, but it really wasn't that bad at all. ^^; She probably got mad with the last eeeevil and deadly pages of my piece, Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody no. 6 in D-flat major. Yes, I'm aware that its kind of hard, but I'm trying my best, as always, to keep up with her expectations. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The After Effects! &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course, if you get scolded by your teacher, you'd feel bad. And when you feel bad, the way you think, the way you act, and the way you look at things would be a lot different. I was mostly passive and unapproachable most of the morning, because I'm still in shock with what has transpired earlier that morning. When afternoon came, I was a little bit approachable, just a little bit, and I felt kind of sick (maybe due to the stress of the thingies). But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During lit class, I somehow felt 'energized' in a sense. I don't know how you did it, Mr. Valois, but you did it! XD I was a lot more energetic during the gruesome discussion of Love's Suicide at Sonezaki. I just feel like I shouldn't think about my major too much. I might get a lot of new neurodermatitis hotspots. And that's not fun. Gah. Show's over for the sad and absolutely, totally, really, very depressing part of the post. It's time to go happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun Stuff? Where?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Weird. I don't recall any fun or memorable happy things that had happened since the last time I posted. Let me try and recall some, if I do remember them. *rustle rustle*..... Oh dear. I really don't remember anything! haha. That's just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since I don't Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I guess this would be my first rant post in my supposedly Mondie-riffic blog! Let's all rejoice! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-4669406690438204586?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/4669406690438204586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=4669406690438204586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4669406690438204586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4669406690438204586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/09/entry-30-boo.html' title='Entry #30: Boo.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-4736351834644717983</id><published>2009-08-22T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:44:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #29: ♪ Staying Alive ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indeed, I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep, I'm still alive and kicking all right. It's just that.. I don't have enough time to write on anything these days; but to tell you the truth, I missed writing here. I just noticed that this blog has been on for like three years already. That's cool. I've been blogging for three years now! It's just about the same time as I finished High School! Isn't that amazing? ^_^ Before I continue with this very much needed post to revive my poor, dead blog, I would first like to thank my English / Lit Professor, Hon. Wilfredo Valois, for actually finding this blog, and telling me that he has found my blog. I wouldn't remember writing here if it weren't for him ^-^. Well, off we go to a Mondie-riffic post! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Reading Addictivity Activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wee! I think I love this part. In the previous post, I have mentioned that I have read some books on James Patterson, mostly about love stories. Guess what? Now I'm reading crime and suspense novels of James Patterson! Ha! ^^; I have finished quite a lot of books already, namely: The Women's Murder Club series (from Book One to Eight, still waiting for the new books in this series), and I'm in the process of finishing the Alex Cross Series (I already read four books, nine more to go!) which is pretty exciting. They're pretty "suspensive" [LOL] and there are a lot of twists which make the story quite unpredictable. Rawr. I think I would be able to finish the Alex Cross series within the school year, if time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rawr!! I am Back!! Ha-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lol. I am back in the Granado Espada and Dragonica community! yay! It's been so long since I'm able to play these two games; I kinda missed them. That's all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sundays at Stephen's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha. Yeah, I got it from Sundays at Tiffany's, but what the heck. I've been teaching new instrumentalists for Joy fellowship in the past few weeks. I've been teaching about music theory, and guess what? They don't quite understand what I'm teaching! Ha! I knew it. I really don't know how to explain stuffs, so maybe they don't understand how I'm explaining it. *insert sigh of choice here, please make it a good one to fit the next sentence.* But one thing's for sure, they're still learning. That made me happy somehow. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of anything else to write. Sorry. Looks like this post is gonna be short. It was nice meeting ya. I'll see you again next time. May you have a Mondie-riffic day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-4736351834644717983?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/4736351834644717983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=4736351834644717983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4736351834644717983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4736351834644717983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/08/entry-29-after-long-while-xd.html' title='Entry #29: ♪ Staying Alive ♪'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-4805515321377188775</id><published>2009-06-03T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:45:49.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #28: My Vacation - for Real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Yep, my fault. I sort of 'forgot' this blog for the past weeks due to a lot of things happening around my life. Let me try to recount everything, before we go on to the title of this Mondie-riffic post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10-16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Let's see. Basically, I was at Baguio this specific week. I went to the Youth Summer Camp entitled 'A Life that Counts' where I was not a delegate, but an officer &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;. And of course, as most of you probably know, when I become an officer at a camp, it would mean one thing: I'm the pianist! XD. Well, I did have some fun out there. It was fun, and kinda cool as well, maybe because it is cold up there! LOL. Okay, let's move on.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Following Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Woohooo~ This week I called addiction week. Addiction not to playing online games (because I'm already addicted to them, no doubt about it) but to books! I have actually started reading Christopher Paolini's 'Eragon' even before the Youth Summer Camp started, and it was kinda fun to read -- interesting for me actually. This was the first time for me to read something of this genre, and so far, it has been quite interesting. Its about Eragon(duh!), and Saphira, his dragon. They were the only free riders left in all of Algaesia. I actually finished all of them in a week [all of the Inheritance Cycle, which were available, of course]. I'm so eagerly anticipating the arrival of the last book, I want to see how it ends. I really want to! Its so exciting, once you get to read all three books. After reading all three, I sort of watched the movie, and I realized that they changed a lot of details in there. It would've been better if they followed the book. The effects were good, but the storyline? Nevermind. I also read Sunday's at Tiffany's, by James Patterson. Kinda cool, also the first time I read something of those love stories genre. Its about Jane Margaux, and Michael, which was Jane's imaginary friend when she was a child. They actually met again after many years, Jane older now, but Michael still looked the way he was when he left Jane (faded away) when she was already 9 years old back then. Such a cool story, you peeps should read it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After That Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, the following week, something I did not expect to happen just happened. Guess what? Elixa is back! XD! After quite a long while actually, when I almost forgot about AegisRO2 (I still visit the forums once in a while, because I don't want spammers to make spam threads on my forums). She was kinda sorry that she left without even saying anything, but its okay for me. I perfectly understand her situation. Real life comes first anyway, before something like this (this AegisRO2, i mean) well, since she was back, I'd have to work on the forums again. I actually made a newsletter for all the registered members, telling them about Elixa's return, which actually marks the return of AegisRO2. Many things have happened after that, the server being back online, getting a glimpse of new things that are to come to the server, some new features, new maps, and new GM's as well. Come on, join us as we ressurect AegisRO2 from the depths of the top 100 RO2 private servers! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Finally. The Title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yep, that I want to tell all of you. This week, the final week of the summer vacation [which I would like to remind you, was all work, meaning I really didn't have a vacation =.=] is kinda free from work. There are quite a few things I should do within the next few days, but this week had no major. No practicing piano after a long while. Just so you know, I've been piano-ing the whole summer vacation. It's actually okay for me, kinda fun actually, to practice; but actually, I don't want to practice too much during vacation, because... duh! It's vacation! I'm supposed to be away from all the busyness of this world, of my academic (kinda musical as well) life, and a little from church life as well. Whoa! Hold on your horses! I don't mean that I want to take a break from church. What I'm trying to say here is that I want to take a break from playing the piano in church. Bah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La la la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I shall end it here now. Nothing more I could say about my feelings. Anyway, thanks for reading my post, whoever you are. Please leave a comment! ^_^ You can just leave it here with this post, or feel free to type at the shoutbox right there at the right side. Till then, I'll see you around!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-4805515321377188775?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/4805515321377188775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=4805515321377188775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4805515321377188775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4805515321377188775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/06/entry-28-my-vacation-for-real.html' title='Entry #28: My Vacation - for Real!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-385187877656952057</id><published>2009-04-03T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:05:14.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #27: Boro-day-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Forgive me, but this day (I think) is one of the most unfruitful, and uneventful day in my life. I really wasn't able to do anything, until the evening, because one of my brothers is actually preventing me from using the computer. I know, its sort of unfair, but I get the point! I really shouldn't be in front of the computer that much. Well, come to think of it, after this week, I won't be in front of the PC that often, because I'll probably be focusing on the piano stuff. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Deserves a Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, apparently, after I turned on the PC later tonight, I also played GE for a wee bit. And in that wee bit, something interesting happened. Its a really funny event. Too bad I was not able to take a screenie of it, but what the heck, I'll try and narrate everything that had happened. So there, I logged in my account, and was leveling at this place called "Rion Dungeon Hollow" (This is where high level characters usually level up their lowbies.) So okay, everything was going smoothly, when this family, helllegend, came out of nowhere, and started to murder my poor lowbies. This is what he said after the alleged murder-y:(not exact, but not exaggerated as well~!) "Ha, you're a faction leader? Why are you so weak?!". I replied, with great kindness: "Who told you my faction is strong anyway?" and then he changed channel, I logged off -- to change to my high level characters. &gt;:) So there, I went back to the spot, went to the other channel, and looked for him. Good thing was that he was still at that area. Ha, I murdered his characters one by one. He has got to suck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;. Well, he was successful at killing my Vicente Rio (named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vincie&lt;/span&gt;) and my Emilia-the-Sage (named Emilie), but he did not, and could not kill my Catherine (named Cathie!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;!. I murdered his 3-Musketeer team. Barons (Player Killers in GE) when killed, drop items from their inventory; well, its amazing, because what I got from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;helllegend&lt;/span&gt; family was a whopping 466 pieces of enchantment chip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lv&lt;/span&gt; 64! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Enchantment chips are really hard to make or find, and finding so much enchantment chips by just retaliating from a player kill just made my day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone Became an Addict! (A Presumption.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oops. I guess I have successfully made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Remedios&lt;/span&gt; Katherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Consunji&lt;/span&gt; an addict to World of Goo! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Ever since I gave her the cute little game, she has never come online since. Ever since she has successfully installed that game, she has never talked to me ever since! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! I know its just like less tan 24 hours, but it seems alarming somehow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe she got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; addicted to the game, she didn't sleep, or didn't eat, or didn't move, or didn't breathe! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Well, truth is, World of Goo is really one hell of an entertaining game. Yeah, its quite short, but its really worth your time to play, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Noticeable&lt;/span&gt; in My Before-Entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. I noticed it just now. The abundance of two capitalized letters: yes. You got that right! Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I never noticed the entry had a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;XD's&lt;/span&gt; all over. Maybe because I was too excited to write? Or maybe because someone or some people were actually talking to me during the writing of that fantastic entry? (Oh yes, I'm looking at you, F &amp;amp; M! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;)! Well, anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;XD's&lt;/span&gt; should be decreased in this post, so I'll be putting all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;XD's&lt;/span&gt; here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boredom End! (That's It!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ha! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't write anymore about stuff that had happened today. Yea, it was a little boring today. I sure hope it wouldn't be as boring tomorrow; but deep inside, I hope that it won't be too much lively tomorrow. I only like it in between. Not too boring, and not to lively / exciting / whatever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-385187877656952057?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/385187877656952057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=385187877656952057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/385187877656952057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/385187877656952057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-27-boro-day-o.html' title='Entry #27: Boro-day-o'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1045235102905228229</id><published>2009-04-02T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:33:33.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #26:The Summer Transformation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome, New Blog Title!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;**&lt;/b&gt; - That is, for this summer only! XD Yes, I have decided to actually change the title for the summer, since I think I would be able to write not only on tuesdays this time. XD I was doing a dialogue with myself just a while ago (wh-wha? O_O That's Impossible! XD) if I should make more posts every week, and guess what!? More posts got the epic win! XD This is the reason why I changed the title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Continuation...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah! This post is probably a continuation of my other post 2 days ago, so well, here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its Sad..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How sad it is for me, and probably for a lot of other players of AegisRO2, to find out that the servers are down. I'm really saddened by this fact, and I continually await Elixa (the server's administrator) to come online, so I could ask her why the server was down, and what should I say to the members of the forum. Its scary, really. I want to fulfill my role as the Event GM (Yes, I have claimed it! XD) mainly because its really a fun job (well, at least for me. =)) I so-ever-hope that the server will be back on, so I could actually suggest remote desktop connection to prevent those not-so-neccessary  server restarts, which will probably make players happy, and in the end-run, will attract more and more and more and more (and it continues, till I actually run out of typing-breath! XD) players from all over the world, making AegisRO2 the most popular Ragnarok Online 2 English EVAR!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Other Games...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I have learned that you really shouldn't leave the other games that you have fallen in love with at least once in your life. You should visit them at least once, every year! Its fun! ^_^ Well, since AegisRO2 is offline, and I'm too lazy to actually make an RO2 server, because it needs mySQL, I've decided to revisit Ragnarok Online 1! (Thanks Fhaye, for like entertaining my idea, even though you couldn't actually play in it.) It was really fun to go back to; well, at least for a while, I got to bring back those memories, when I was an event GM(game master, i think I forgot to put it at the AegisRO2 part. Sorry!) in an RO1 private server called bRO (brother RO i think) hosted by someone I knew. I helped him improve the server, and probably advertise it too (I remember the site I made for it. LOL). Meh. I guess its time to stop this reminiscin' thing. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Granado Espada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah yes, this lovely game called Granado Espada. That kewl control-three-persons-at-the-same-time innovation. That awesome 3d graphics... That amazing recruitable NPCs(Non-playable characters, well, not for GE! XD)... And some other things I really couldn't think of right now. Well, I'm still pretty much enjoying the game, but I'm also pretty sure the gaming flamingness is not that as strong as it was before. I like this game, yes I do, but my in-game friends have become few. They have left the game, without even saying goodbye; and of course, that would be a little hurtie for me. The game was never the same. All my factionmates are.. dead (well, not literally! XD You know what I mean.). Its scary. But hell, I'm still playing this game. I've invested a little already, and stopping would be not so unethical. (or is it?! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pianist Adventure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, that title seems to fit in! XD Well, I'm pretty much taking a break from the piano life for just a few days. Why only a few days, you might ask? Sure, I'll gladly answer that. Last year, my vacation was purely vacation - not much piano-ing happening at home; but this year is different. This year, I'm joining a Beethoven piano competition (not awesome, its EPIC awesome! XD) this November, and my pieces for Level 6 (6 of 8 levels) is not as fun as it should be: Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 6. My Beethoven Competition piece, by the way, is Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 1. I'll leave all the searching for some audio to you, because I don't want to listen to them for now, because, well, it is still my piano vacation. XD. After this week, I'll probably focus on them. I'll still write entries, I will. I hope. I wish. Oh, I forgot to tell you everyone, I got 1.0 (that's 97 of 100) in my piano exam last March 23! Yay! Its my first exam, and its cool to get 1.0 =).&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So it ends here...***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;** - for now. XD Well, I hope this will mark a start of another new journey through summer, a Mondie-riffic summer! XD By the way, there's a poll at your right side, feel free to answer =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5538561021983746335-1045235102905228229?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1045235102905228229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1045235102905228229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1045235102905228229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1045235102905228229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-26the-summer-transformation.html' title='Entry #26:The Summer Transformation!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8080520130498779934</id><published>2009-03-30T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:26:25.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #25: YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Lol yea, its been one hell of a long time ever since I wrote in this lovely, very, very old blog. Its neat actually. I tried reading my former posts back then, and I realized that this blog has gone quite a long way already. Never noticed I had over a hundred entries already. ITS cool! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noticed Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Haha. I noticed something very... strange. XD Left 4 Dead is popular now! XD I don't know why, but after like a few months, a lot of my classmates and friends like it now O_O. Its really one hell of a good game, but I found it repetitive after a few many lots of times playing XD. Its a nice game. I want to play it with my friends sometime. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another New Addiction O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yea, I got another new game where I go loco over. Its Ragnarok Online 2! Yay! There are no English servers for RO2 yet, because its still in beta stage even in Korea. With that in your minds now, I play on an RO2 Private Server. Its called AegisRO2. Well, I'd have to say, its one of the most updated RO2 English P-servers out there. What's cool with me playing on the server, is that I'm a GM! yay! Event Gm actually, my favorite job. So if anyone of you guys want to join me, It would be really nice :D, but I won't give you itemz! XD. Here's the site: (http://www.aegisro2.co.nr, or if you'd like, the forum [which i made, by the way XD] http://aegisro2.forumotion.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extremely Short Post O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I know its short. But I'm sleepy now XD so... yeah, I'm off to sleep now. I'll just write more tomorrow. If i can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-8080520130498779934?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8080520130498779934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8080520130498779934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8080520130498779934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8080520130498779934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/03/entry-25-yay.html' title='Entry #25: YAY!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1723873921146470656</id><published>2009-02-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:18:00.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #24: Wooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;First of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What a senseless title. XD The reason behind the title you may ask? .... Nothing. Sheer nothingness is blended in within the vast distant and probably unseen space within my cute and cuddly brain that cannot feel a thing. Maybe that's the main point of this entry: to tell you about the nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ha, I've been wanting to write a blog post for so long; but now that I actually have the chance to do it -- of which I am doing right now -- I seem to have one big problem. WHAT DO I WRITE?!! O_O!!! How surprised I was when I began this entry. Maybe because there are a lot of distractions around me? Oh, I don't know. I just don't know what to write. Maybe I would be able to write something as we progress through this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NO. Its not what you think! It's not Granado Espada!! (Because I'm already addicted to it. LOL). Its about the songs that the UST Singers sang in CCP for the UST Symphony Orchestra &amp;amp; UST Singers concert two Saturdays ago. Its from Requiem by Karl Jenkins. I presumed its a series of songs, because it is.. really. XD Maybe its for a mass or something of the Roman Catholic Religion. I'm not a Catholic myself, and I respect their religion, but what I only like about the songs is about their.... let's say brillianceyness :D. It really sounds good. Trust meee. ^_^. I got the album and started listening to them everywhere I go! ^_^ [I just noticed that I have something to write now. Good.] Its really gooood. That's it. Period. Listen to iz zoo vee amazeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh no, I should say. This year, the SSP Junior Youth Summer Camp : Breakthrough apparently collides with the summer classes. I do have to take summer classes if I don't want to be an irregular student, but what do I do? This has been a question in my own mind ever since I was invited to be a pianist in the said camp. There were supposed to be quite a lot of pianists going, but it turns out, in the end, only I and a certain someone (sorry I forgot your name) could tentatively go. I have to choose. Do I go or not?!!! O_O!! This is quite a hard decision, I'm praying for an answer, somehow what I get is to go to the camp. Frankly speaking, I have an academic burnout! Burnouts for me last months, it could extend up to 2 months. I'm really excited about the vacation maybe because I really do need a rest from the academics, even for a while. (This entry has been continued after about 3 hours of literally doing nothing, as In NOTHING at all, I just stared at it.) So where were we? Oh right, the summer camp or summer class thing. It'll just be okay actually, if it was only my Major (piano), because I do know that my Major professor would surely let me go for a week-off. But a week-off for like.. 3 subjects, I'm not so sure they'd like it. Going loco should be my opinion on this excruciating matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I don't care so much about the academics, although I still study for them, of course; but what I'm really concerned about is the exam I'll be taking for the first time ever. It would actually be the first time that I will take a piano exam. And what's worse, it'll be already a 'full' jury exam!! I don't feel so much pressure right now, I never feel nervous for that day, because I know that whatever that will happen, it will happen. So if I miss a note, forget a whole melodic passage, make a 'touch' mistake, or make the wrong dynamics, its FINE. Completely FINE. I will not feel that bad, maybe I'll scold myself a bit (probably) and tell myself that I should've practiced more (and played less!! haha.) But I won't take it so badly. If I fail? So be it. Fail is fail. I guess i'll shift to voice instead. Cool. But not so cool because being a voice major usually takes longer than being a piano major, so.. yeah. If the voice department doesn't like me too.... well, that means its goodbye Music for me. Time to look at another course, I'd also like to try composition or even conducting, but I believe I wouldn't have as much 'interest' in music the way I had when I was to be a piano major; but WHAT THE HECK!! ^_^ Let's not jump into conclusions shall I? I'll think of that scenario WHEN it comes around. But there's nothing wrong on knowing what could happen actually; that way, it wouldn't hurt as much as it does when you never expected it to happen. So you people out there, (including you whom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; talked to two days ago [this post was made on a sunday, pre-posted on tuesday. I didn't want to wreck the blog title, so yeah! XD]) if there's something that's about to happen in your life, like exams, lovelives, family thingies, career -- even games, try to think of the worse case scenario; but be careful, never draw fear or doubt from such fabricated ideas. Do take note that these are only the things that COULD happen, and, in my own opinion, it helps me 'get over it' easier when I knew I had it coming -- somewhere. ..... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rawr!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't think I have anything more to write, so I guess my post ends here. ^_^; I know (oh yes I do), that I don't write regularly, but at least I write. :D Its better than having a blog and not updating it in like... 1 year?!! LOL! Thanks for reading. Do read again. Enjoy your shopping. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-1723873921146470656?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1723873921146470656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1723873921146470656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1723873921146470656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1723873921146470656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/02/entry-24-wooo.html' title='Entry #24: Wooo!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2903659912704734808</id><published>2009-01-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:37:21.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #23: A New ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What's New?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Honestly, I don't feel anything 'new' in the new year. Maybe because of stress?! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's NOT New?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ha! if there was supposed to be something 'new', then there should also be something 'not' new. ^^ Lets see. What's not new? I still play Granado Espada, and I still do enjoy the lovely adventures I experience everytime I play. So far, I think that's what's NOT new XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;What's Happening Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Whoa, this entry is turning into a Q &amp;amp; A portion! What's happening right now? Well, I could say that I'm procrastinating some very important stuffs (like my Natural Sciences 'project' which should be done by the end of the month, and my piano exam, coming up.) because... I want to?! Ugh, its tough to search articles online (science journals, and articles). And imagine, I need like.. 20 of them! (and I only got one so far). What I'm planning to do is to actually ask my friends to assign a day wherein we'll all go to the library to search for journals -- together, as a group; but if they don't want to, well then, I'll guess I'll have to assign a day on my own. VERY SOON. I should tell myself not to procrastinate any longer. It will wreck my schedules.   In other news, this month is actually the NSTP LTS Lakbay Turo Nueva Ecija thing for me. We go to Nueva Ecija (bongabon, that's like... nearly 5 hours of travel from the University of Santo Tomas) to teach cute little kids academics. I know, that's pretty far; but it has been fun actually. The kids are kind, (well, mine is. I don't know about the other kids. LOL) and so is the environment (meaning not too hot, but cold. XD). This week would be the last time I'll go there, and we're supposed to prepare a program for the kids. I'm assigned to host a game; and frankly speaking, I don't know what kind of game to host, since all the other games on my mind were already taken by the other people assigned to games as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I guess that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Are You Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I think I am. :) Though there are a lot of problems going on around me (major, friends, a little on family, church), everything still seems okay on me. Stress is building up, that I'm sure. Oh! I remember. I still have that neurodermatitis working on me (did I mention it in my previous entry? Well, if I didn't, I have neurodermatitis, a some sort of skin 'asthma' [but not really an asthma] related to stress.) I went to the doctor just last week, and she gave me new prescriptions for drugs and a new ointment to apply on the area of 'infection'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(ouch, that sounds bad. haha) In conclusion, I'm pretty much okay right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;As of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Do You Have Anything Else to Say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I believe I'm already out of words. I don't have anything else to say, that I'm sure. Its really been a while since I writed an entry, and my 'interestisation' level to write about everything has been lowered dramatically. It would take time for the level to go back up, but I should write more. I know I should. :) Well, that's it. Just watch out. I'll be posting another one soon. I hope. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2903659912704734808?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2903659912704734808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2903659912704734808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2903659912704734808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2903659912704734808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2009/01/entry-23-new.html' title='Entry #23: A New ?'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-787678628232587303</id><published>2008-12-30T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:36:35.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #22: It Gets Harder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Man, I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life is getting harder and harder as time goes by. And by that, I mean, its getting really hard for me to write here in my lovely blog. I really don't know why, but I'm somewhat not compelled to write anymore. Maybe because of the many busy things that I need to do not only in school, in church, but also at home. I could say I'm a busy person, and I have only but little time for myself. I'm not saying that I'll stop writing blog entries and close this blog. No. All I'm saying is that I won't be posting as often as I usually do (well, it has already taken effect, as you can see XD). But oh well, I'll do my best, I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally, a real vacation~! This is my first ever vacation wherein I get to do nothing. Absolutely nothing -- no church work, no school work, no computer work. NOTHING! It feels great to just sit back and relax, eventually end up sleeping. Though it may be a little boring for me, since I don't like to be idle, it was worthwhile. We went to Tagaytay by the way. We left for Tagaytay on Dec. 26, 2008 at about 4pm. We got to the house by seven I think, because of the amazing traffic that's caused by... you got that right (I think?&gt;_&lt;) Traffic Enforcers! They make traffic in Tagaytay XD. I sure hope that they'll come and handle the traffic WHEN THE PEOPLE NEED IT. LOL. So yeah, going back on topic, it was freaking cold out there, the moment we went out of our vehicle, everybody was saying :"Paki baba naman ang aircon!(Could you please turn down the aircon! XD)" That night was a mess, everything was in shambles. But at least everything got in order the next day. We stayed a total of 2 days and 2 nights out there, and we just got back yesterday. We were all tired from the journey, even our dog, chubby, went right to his 'depot' and started sleeping the moment we arrived.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Granado Espada Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, 80% of my Christmas Vacation pretty much revolves around Granado Espada. Just last week, I got into a little fight with a in-game friend of mine, just because I didn't tell him that I was not going back to a map that I kept on dying. It was just a little thing really, but this person kept on fueling the flame of anger, thus, we're not friends anymore. I do hope he'll come back and say sorry for what he has done, for I know I have done nothing wrong. I never wanted to have an enemy in-game, and I do my best for all my members in my faction. :) Anyway, the following message is for all my friends who don't play GE because of their many different reasons: "PLAY GRANADO ESPADA! DAMMIT!" (lol) I miss you guys, and I have a lot of lowbie stuff to give ^_^(no offense). And to those who don't have a clue on what I'm saying, Granado Espada is a cool MMORPG, because you could recruit NPC's and have 3 characters out at the same time. If ever you want to give it a try, you could visit:&lt;br /&gt;http://ge.iahgames.com&lt;br /&gt;I'm residing in Bach server, my family name there is Esponge. Give me a pm if you're online! Just tell me who you are though, lol~! But then again, I'll be happy to help anyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's about it for this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm actually still tired to think of what to write. But anyway, I'll probably add them when i think of something. See you around. ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-787678628232587303?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/787678628232587303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=787678628232587303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/787678628232587303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/787678628232587303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/12/entry-22-it-gets-harder.html' title='Entry #22: It Gets Harder.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3718975034640687125</id><published>2008-11-18T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:35:45.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #21: I'm Back XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Yeah, you got that right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;LOLz, I'm finally back from Zamboanga, even though that was a week ago. This post was supposed to be last week's, but I had no chance whatsoever to 'make' the post. I'm currently making a flash presentation (I think that would be better) of my trip to Zamboanga. I'll upload it here soon. Yay XD I had a nice trip generally, with some(actually, quite a lot) of unexpected, unlikely, unpleasant events; nevertheless, I'm still happy that I was given a chance to get to Zamboanga. Food was also generally nice(except the food in the hotel, uh-oh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whoa, I had a seatwork on the exact same day when I came back from Zamboanga! It has so happen that my professor in Natural Sciences - General Sciences, gave the class an assignment, to make a paper on the different branches of science. It was pretty hard to do, that's because I had little time: the deadline is around 4:00pm, but I only had 1 hour to actually make this seatwork. I had classes from 2 to 4, which would probably mean I won't reach the deadline. :/ But I actually did reach the deadline, somehow, because our professor in Solfeggio dismissed us earlier. But I think I still didn't get to pass my seatwork on time, that's because my classmate asked me to wait for her to finish... =( sad. I finished my work 15 mins before the said time, and I had to wait for her to finish too, and she finished at around 4:05( O_O!! Over the deadline!) I tried to look for our professor, but couldn't find her. I had already gave up on the thought of finding her, when she finally showed up! O_O. I gave it to her, along with my reason for not being able to pass on time. She said it was okay, but she was sort of "threatening" me that she might lose the papers due to my late submission. If only I got there earlier. If only she finished earlier. No hard feelings to this person who asked me to wait for her,  I'm not mad at her, I'm taking it lightly, as it is only a seatwork. Not much of a big deal. Well, that's enough with NatSci, lets go to Theory! I missed the second day of theory class because I was at Zamboanga already at that time. When I got back, well.... I sort of became a noob again at music theory. I got a lot of mistakes in my works, I got an amnesia!! O_O!! But just this last thursday, I got some of the knowledge back in my brain, as I was working on another exercise given by our professor. It was quite fun, and mind-blowing in a sense. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At around a week before I was to leave for Zamboanga, I recieved a call from a person from my alma matter (a.k.a. St. Stephen's High School) asking me to play for his presentation. I did say no to him, telling him that I AM A BUSY PERSON, and I know that I won't be able to handle such task. And yet he still insisted I play, I resisted, and still he insisted. In the end, I lost (I always do, i rarely win arguments like these. Maybe I should win some next time, by actually walking out/putting the phone down without a goodbye/acting very mad/threatening the person. HAHA, like I could do that). A few weeks later, about 2 I think, he calls me again, and as I have told him, I'm busy XD. I even told him what I told him before: that I was busy and I might not be able to do the task. He asked for a rehearsal with the group, but I had no free time at that time. Haha. I knew this would happen. I made him 'suffer' for forcing me to play for this special event. Right now, I got only less than a week to prepare for the rehearsals this sunday, hopefully I could be able to do it, and do it nicely too. Its okay if I don't recieve anything, but somehow, I want something (even food would do, in rare cases).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Please do wait for the flash presentation on my journey to Zamboanga, I'll do my best to make it fast. ^_^;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3718975034640687125?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3718975034640687125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3718975034640687125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3718975034640687125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3718975034640687125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/11/entry-21-im-back-xd.html' title='Entry #21: I&apos;m Back XD'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8388898963109977366</id><published>2008-10-28T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:04:59.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #20: Operation: Flood-Protect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission Accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, this was a tough day for me. I'm supposed to practice my pieces for the concert which is gonna happen next week already, and yet I had to stop practicing. Why is that you ask? That's because the house is in danger: Flood wants to dominate the house!&lt;img style="width: 67px; height: 59px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:V2R9CVwJ_E2LKM:http://www.firebreathingfiats.com/Contribute/racing/images/shocked-cat-2web.jpg" /&gt; I quickly went to the flood hotspots to check on their situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bathroom - The Bowl is making that odd Poring sound... !!! That just means that the water outside is rising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outside-of-the-Bathroom - Its WET EVERYWHERE!! The endpart is suffering from major flashfloods coming from the roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outside - Suspiciously un-flooded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Situation Percentage : &lt;img style="width: 67px; height: 59px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:V2R9CVwJ_E2LKM:http://www.firebreathingfiats.com/Contribute/racing/images/shocked-cat-2web.jpg" /&gt; The house is in danger.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work quickly, [sadly, not efficiently] to seal all entry points of the underworld water that was slowly creeping the entrances to our home. It was a hard task, since I'm the only one at home today. After a few whopping moments, I thought everything was sealed. I then proceeded to check on the bathroom. The water was quickly rising inside the bathroom (the bathroom was lower than the actual floor of the first floor) and so I needed to set up the water pump! I found the pump easily; but the hose was nowhere to be found! I called my mom to ask on the whereabouts of Mr. water pump hose. I was really panicking, because the water level in the bathroom is at its critical point, and I have to find that hose fast, or else, the house will be infested with floodwater!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;img style="width: 67px; height: 59px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:V2R9CVwJ_E2LKM:http://www.firebreathingfiats.com/Contribute/racing/images/shocked-cat-2web.jpg" /&gt; After a few more phonecalls to my mom, because she forgot where she put the water-pump-hose, I finally found the  hose. I quickly unpacked the package and prepared the pump to pump. After a few failed attempts (meaning the pump did not  succeed in transferring water to the outside world, meaning that the hose  lost its grip on the pump sending eewey floodwater everywhere) I finally succeeded, and the water level in the bathroom was slowly going down. To make the long story short(even though I already narrated more than half of the event), I  successfully prevented the flood from getting inside our lovely home.  The Mission was a success!! ^^;&lt;img style="width: 64px; height: 56px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1bCnJpjL-P0ToM:http://www.the-cats-meow.com/images/smile1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cut it short once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;I really have to cut it short again. XD I don't have enough time to write a long entry once more. *sigh*. Sorry XD Till the next entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-8388898963109977366?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8388898963109977366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8388898963109977366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8388898963109977366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8388898963109977366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-20-operation-flood-protect.html' title='Entry #20: Operation: Flood-Protect!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3635899543376324608</id><published>2008-10-14T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:59:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #19: Fatiguation - New Mondie Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, well, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HA!~!! Its a new post. ^_^ Hello there everyone, even if there might be only 1 or 2 people actually reading this post. XD I would first like to thank you for actually coming here to read today's Entry, well. Off we go! ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lot of Emoticons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, as you've noticed, I've been using a lot of emoticons lately, I myself am annoyed sometimes by these letters-joined-to-look-like-a-picture emoticons. I don't know... Maybe I'm too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt; lately?!! WAHAHAHAHAH. ^_^; Hmm, I guess it would be a lot better if I just used REAL emoticons... like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 101px; height: 84px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Y5-9Oc_uorSy_M:http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f47/giovanni2386/CatSurprised.jpg" /&gt; How's that for starters, huh? Expect to see a lot more of these cute cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 65px; height: 78px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1bCnJpjL-P0ToM:http://mazack.org/images/happy_cat1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semestral (Word Removed)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He..he..he.. a lot of people have been telling me that I'm so lucky to have a semestral break this long. Well, guess what? I DON'T HAVE A SEMESTRAL BREAK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 39px; height: 47px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1bCnJpjL-P0ToM:http://mazack.org/images/happy_cat1.jpg" /&gt; What I'm actually doing this sem "break" is going to school for rehearsals in a broadway thingy to be held this December; watch the broadway thingy! okay? ^_^; And also, I have to practice (when I get home) for my first-ever concert(not solo) in my whole life! Its gonna be fun, and majorly... scary. As I was practicing the pieces, well, I noticed I missed a lot of dynamic markings.. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thats... It, sadly XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It looks too abrupt to end it, but.. I have to end it, because I have to eat dinner right now, catch you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oops, I mean, catch you next week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 43px; height: 51px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1bCnJpjL-P0ToM:http://mazack.org/images/happy_cat1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3635899543376324608?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3635899543376324608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3635899543376324608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3635899543376324608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3635899543376324608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-19-fatiguation-new-mondie-word.html' title='Entry #19: Fatiguation - New Mondie Word'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1495589047733146429</id><published>2008-10-07T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:09:12.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #18: The Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been one hell of a long time since I posted in this blog. According to the tagboard to the right side, its dead -- of course... IT WAS. But now, I am here to resurrect the long buried blog. Now is the time. I'm sorry, its been so long since I wrote here.. that's because my life as always has been a whole lot busy ever since the semester started. But now, as you can see, I'm eventually having time again for everything ^_^. I honestly don't know what to write at this moment, but I'll try my best. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What has happened in the past 4(or so) months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing has happened really. Just a lot of assignments. And Major assignments too. I'm now studying for my exams this coming march. That's one hell of an achievement for me. Let's see... Well, my characters in Granado Espada are all over 70 now, most of them at level 80. ^_^ And... Granado Espada is going to have a server merge the following week, so I have to rush leveling my other lowbies. ^_^ I could say that the past 4 months has been quite stressful with all of those assignments and other stuffs (whether it be church or school or personal stuffs). Ahh, its too hard to... compress everything in a capsule! Well, I guess I'll just start from scratch next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's Happening Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ugh.. let's see... Oh, yes. It's the finals week this week. We just had our Counterpoint and Theory Finals today, and... I don't feel too confident with my Counterpoint finals.. I do pray that I don't fail in that subject; on the other hand, I think I will pass inTheory (Music Theory..). I just felt so happy answering those thingies. I'll update you about it next week. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's It.. for now. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, it seems that this post is extremely short. ^_^ But don't worry. I'll try to tell you a lot of things that will transpire this week. Stay tuned.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I didn't know that today was a Tuesday. seriously. It must be coincidence. LOL ^_^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-1495589047733146429?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1495589047733146429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1495589047733146429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1495589047733146429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1495589047733146429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-18-resurrection.html' title='Entry #18: The Resurrection'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3153205177336666559</id><published>2008-06-17T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:41:27.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 17: It's Been Soo Long! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gawsh, its been so long already since i last posted an entry T_T. How amazing life could be eh? With all those busy stuffs going on here and there about music and of course about school, not to mention about the upcoming Major events in my life XD. Its been a while, I don't know if this post would be long, just wait and see I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Granado Espada Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL. Why do I write about this, you may ask? That's because I'm already loving the game. Right now, I already have my Emilia the Sage (Wizard) and My Catherine (summoner of pwnage dolls :)) reach the Veteran Status (level 100). My other characters, meanwhile, are trying to catch up with them. ^_^ I really hope I get them to the veteran status as well soon. Miserable. I'd really want to buy GPoints, but I figured that its just.... well, too expensive~! If I would buy GPts., then I would just buy another Limited Edition Box instead, because the cost of that Box is now 1,500 pesos only! :O! With this box, contains 35k Gpoints! If you'll check out the price of the box with its contents, you'd probably see a win-win situation like me! It costs 750 pesos to purchase 18k Gpoints. You see, if you double that, it would amount to 1,500 pesos already, with 36k Gpoints. But if you'll look at the Limited Edition Box, it only costs 1,500 pesos! The box contains the Emilia the Sage character chard! 35k Gpoints! Installer of GE! and also, a soundtrack of GE! It's like spending only 1k Gpoints to have the Emilia the Sage character, the Sountrack, and all the other freeeeeeeebies! Isn't that amazing?!!! ^_^ Anyway, I'm not sure if I'll be buying a limited edition box again, but if given a chance, maybe I'd buy one once more since it's cheapie already :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Music Life, in General&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently, I'm having a lot of difficulties in my studies in music. That's because I'm being taught toooooo many instruments. I just couldn't say it to my mentor, who has been wanting me to learn a whole lot of instruments like the organ, the trumpet, and even voice! XD In my opinion, it's alright to teach me new instruments, but I'm currently a student in college, specifically in the conservatory of music. Think about it. I now have to divide my attention from practicing the piano, to the other instruments. I really don't think it's a bad thing, I just thought that maybe, just maybe, its too much for me. My piano assignments are already killing me, just so you know, and to add these other musical stuff.... well, I could end up dead! X_x I want to be good in playing the piano, I want to be the best that I can be in playing the piano, maybe I could learn the other instruments when I'm already good at playing the piano... Argh, so many 'piano's XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, I don't know if I could continue writing here in this blog. Like I said in the tagboard, life has been busy for me ever since classes started -- correction: even before classes started. I really had no vacation. NO VACATION! I didn't even have time to sleep. T_T But anyway, I'll still try to give my best to post here. The blog title... well, I'll change that some other time, along with the change of layout as well. I really pray that God would give me time to actually make my own layout for the blog, so it would look uniquely Mondie~ ^_^. (Wow, I already see the new Blog title XD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL. I couldn't write anything anymore. Hmm.... Ah! I know! I'm now working on a new composition! It sounds so familiar, that I think I don't want to finish it. It's another "EMO" composition because it started in a minor key yet once more. But hey, I always try my best to brighten up the mood when it goes to the chorus part :). Stay tuned, I'll keep you posted on what happens with my new composition. Maybe I'll give it to Joy Fellowship, for them to use it for Singspirations, or maybe I'll give it to the Choir, to sing it in the Church. Who knows? XD Oh, and I also plan to continue my original goal for the "I Confess" song, I think I'll make it into a choir piece for the CMLI group in SSHS. Hopefully, I finish that soon. Well, I'm all out of things to say. See you the next time I post! woot XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3153205177336666559?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3153205177336666559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3153205177336666559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3153205177336666559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3153205177336666559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-17-its-been-soo-long-xd.html' title='Entry # 17: It&apos;s Been Soo Long! XD'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2382735737535603945</id><published>2008-04-28T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:20:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 16: My Apologies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apology and Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm so sorry for not being able to write the entries for the past 3 weeks already. It's just that I have been so busy, and the Tuesday was that busy day. With that in mind, I plan to change the blog's title again! ^_^; Hopefully, my blog title won't be derived from a book anymore ^_^ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm very sorry that I had forgotten what had happened two weeks ago. Its because of a very, very surprising event that had transpired yesterday. Yes, yesterday. I should be at my former high school because of choir practice, but I had to attend to someone's debut. More on that later. I'll try to do my best to remember anything i can ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some Few Things I can Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Aside from the very unforgettable moment, here are some few things that I could remember. Last last Thursday was the beginning of my Organ Lessons with Mr. Salarza. Well, I felt really nervous (meaning, my funny but not so funny anymore behavior creeped in). I did.. well... pretty good. ^_^. I just had these mistakes on the fingers used in playing. I admit, I was unprepared at that time. And well, I was also unprepared the second time around. But hey, he somehow enjoyed how I played my assignments. ^_^; As for my Major, I did not do any good 2 weeks ago. It was then that I came to a realization: my lessons never moved since February! I absorbed it. Then, I started to practice very carefully. I still needed a little more improvement last week, so I practiced harder. And just this week, I finally got off Bach's Sinfonia # 3. And that was such a fulfilling moment :P About my voice lessons. Last last week I was doing okay, except for the fact that I don't want to see myself in the mirror. Honestly, I don't know why I don't want to look at myself in front of the mirror when there are people around me. Anyway, I did good 2 weeks ago. Last week, well, I sang crappily because of my aching tonsils. it hurt T_T. This week, Mr Conrado gave me a pep talk on my "self-defense mechanism". I gotta say that he was correct. But really, I don't "chicken out" like that in formal occassions ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Debut~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, this would be the main event of the entry. I went to a debut of my college classmate, Medz, in Quezon City (Aberdeen Court / Great Eastern Hotel). I went there thinking that I will just attend the debut because she invited me. Okay... I was there at about 5:30pm. I went to check the "suite" called "Ruby Suite". When I got there, there was no one. As in nobody. I just saw a few people preparing the place for the debut.  I went back out, realizing that I would be obviously and OP person. I went to the men's room to fix my necktie -- my spongebob necktie! ^_^ I read in an article somewhere over the net that you could wear generic clothing (or mundane clothing) but be sure to have something that would make you unique. In this case, the Spongebob necktie made me unique. I met my classmate Jeffrey at the men's room and we had a little chitchat about being early and so on. I wanted to go back to the Suite already, so I told him that we'd see each other later and I went back. As I have arrived at the place, I saw there are already a few people; but hey, still, I was out-of-place&lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt; in the suite for 30 secs. Then, Medz' friend approached me and told me to take a seat. And there I waited for about 4 mins. until some more of my college friends showed up. ^_^ So there we were, chitting and chatting about nearly everything. Then that same person who told me to sit down a while ago re-approached me, moments before the débutante was going to enter the hall/suite. She told me that I was going to be the Escort of the débutante tonight. I stopped. Thought for a few seconds. What? Me? Escort? Now? Impromptu? Huh? Wha-- I couldn't say no. Sighing, I stood up. And right at that moment, the moment I stood up, all of the other guests stood up as well; later on, I realize that the débutante was already walking down the "catwalk". I stood there, looking at the debutante, looking back at the Emcee a.k.a. girl-who-told-me-that-I-was-going-to-be-the-escort, and then back at the debutante again. So now, confusion was getting to me. What do I do? =.= Anyway, I proceeded somewhere near the stage. I waited for the emcee's signal for me to join the débutante. After the emcee gave the signal, well, there I went near the debutante to help up get up the stage. As we sat down, the first thing I told her is... Why me? T_T She replied so quickly and told me that it wasn't her fault. It was the emcee's fault. She just knew that she was going to have an escort as she was just going to the Ruby Suite. Well, I got surprised, and she got surprised. The event went on, starting with a worship service -- I personally prefer it to be a thanksgiving service -- and after that, it was the 18 candles. It's a good thing that I needed not to stand beside her as the 18 candles were taking place. I was not-so-happily sitting there, trying to act as casual as I could (when I could've just acted so normally =.=) to prevent myself from getting attention from the people. Actually, the moment I sat down there, I already felt nearly all eyes looking at me, and I didn't feel quite good. Anyway, during the 18 candles thingy, food arrived. Yay, food! But wait. I need to wait for the debutante to finish before I can eat the food.. Sigh. And so I waited, maybe like 10 mins or so, until the debutante finished the 18 candles thingy. I re-escorted her back to her chair, which I had to carry back up to the stage, place it neatly on the stage, and move it back so the debutante could sit down properly and hassle-free. Finally, I could eat. One thing that I don't like about being the Escort is that when you are there up on the stage, its almost impossible, if not hard, to get seconds. I envy those people down there at their oh so large round tables eating a nearly buffet-style (minus the lining up, because the food were  on their tables). They could eat as much as they can... lucky for those people who have table-mates who don't eat that much, they could eat as much as they want(hey, isn't that the Nova commercial? Eat as much as you want? XD) Anyway, we had a little chat about the people who were there at the event. She introduced me to the people at the different tables. I totally forgot all that she said about them. LOL. Anyway, after about 15 mins. maybe, the debutante was asked to go to the different tables to take a picture. I was almost relieved that I did not need to go with her. THINK AGAIN! Because of the advice of a woman that I don't know (maybe the organizer?) I was forced to go with her. Wait, not necessarily forced, it was my duty. I so much hate impromptu duties. But I had no other choice. I went with her to the different tables, carrying her long "end-dress" around(Hope you get the context.. I don't know what's it called XD). After finishing half of the guests, we had to postpone the other half to give way for the 18 roses. We went back to the stage and sat down -- oops, it was only me who went to the stage. ^_^ By the way, I forgot to mention that the stage was very, very much unstable. When both of us sit down this deleterious stage, the table moves, and so does the drinks; thus, the reason why I don't move much when I was sitting down on the stage. The 18 roses began already, I was just there at the stage, looking at the happenings just a few meters from me. One came after the other; but when the 12th or 14th one was called, the emcee walked towards me, stopped right in front of me, and told me to "twirl" her around. AHHHHH~~ T_T Total torture for me!! I don't even know how to twirl a person around. LOLx. After the last person, it was my turn. As the emcees announced my name, there was a thunderous rave from the guests, which made me... well, quite uncomfy. ^_^ So there we were, dancing on the quite old-looking marble floor. I told her that I had to twirl her around. She was quite surprised.... I think. I tried to twirl her, but I got the wrong timing. We have failed our first trial. In our second trial, I think it was quite successful. ^_^ The people roared. LOL. I thought that it was over, when the cameraman told us to do it again because he wasn't able to get a decent shot of this twirling action. Man, T_T. Okay, we did it for the last time, and it was yet another successful twirl. We danced a few more seconds and it had finally stopped. Yay! Thank goodness there was an intermission number from the debutante's church-mates, which gave me time to rest. It was clearly visible that they didn't prepare that much, and their movements were quite repetitive all throughout the performance, but I understood why it was so. They could've been busy with a lot of things, and I think that they were informed having only a little time to practice. After that performance, it was now time for the 18 special gifts. I thought yet once more that I would just be sitting around just like what happened in the earlier 18's, but I thought wrong yet once again. I stood beside her as she sat down. She was sitting down!! T_T It was another torture moment for me once again. ^_^. I stood there as the almighty personal assistant of the debutante, getting the gifts and placing them on the stage one after the other.  The 18 special gifts were finally done. I could see no person in line anymore. They must have gotten back to their seats already. This was the moment when the emcees told the guests that I was an impromptu escort (was this the time? or was it earlier? I forgot ^_^) and they even asked for a message from me for the debutante. AHHHHHH~~ another impromptu thingy! An Impromptu message T_T. Well, I tried to tell her some few things, like she was already legal for being jailed, and many other things that I have forgotten because it was an impromptu speech. After that, the organization of the debut was gone. It was because maybe the event was finished already, and people could go home. We went on to the other tables to finish the picture taking session that was postponed a while go. After that was the cake cutting ceremony. Thank God, I did not need to feed her the cake XD. That would be a super-blush moment for me.  After that, there was the picture-taking of the different friends and families of the debutante. And after that, I bade goodbye to Medz, as I needed to go home to practice for the offertory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is still not finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'll finish it later on tonight, I'm really sorry, I just need to go to school right now. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-post ended 1:22pm, still unfinished, due later on this evening.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2382735737535603945?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2382735737535603945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2382735737535603945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-16-my-apologies.html' title='Entry # 16: My Apologies!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-6205253324567144471</id><published>2008-04-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:05:34.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 16: To be Continued.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm supposed to make a post right now, but I didn't have enough time because of a lot of circumstances and disturbances (mostly because of GE). I do promise to post my post tomorrow. Thank you~ and sorry again. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-6205253324567144471?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/6205253324567144471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=6205253324567144471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6205253324567144471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6205253324567144471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-16-to-be-continued.html' title='Entry # 16: To be Continued.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2108219338158967331</id><published>2008-04-08T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:00:12.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 15: Better Left Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah yeah! New layout! ^_^ I hope you liked it. It's still blue, because for some odd reason, I like blue for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. Entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This Entry is supposed to be made tomorrow, but oh well, I don't want late posts to happen again, so here I am, posting &gt;:) Off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E-Games Domination II Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I was able to attend this E-Games Domination Event just this Sunday! At first, I was quite nervous, since I don't have anyone to accompany me; but my brother suddenly wanted to go too, so there. I actually had a companion in going to the said event! When we got to the place, SMX Convention Center (The one beside the SM Mall of Asia), I got quite excited, confused, and well, anxious. It's a big event... I know it is. It's because the event is E-Games' 2nd Anniversary, and most probably, there would be a lot of people wanting to go in. As we got to the front of the SMX, something bothered me. It was a line of people. Huh? That's odd. In all the Granado Espada Events that I have gone to, I have never seen a line that long. I thought that maybe that was the line for the non-pre-registered people. But I thought wrong. Just like what I have forepredicted (for some unknown reason, I was expecting a long line even before I left for SMX), that line was for all the people coming to the event. Me and my brother glanced and glared upon the long line for a few moments, thinking of what to do: to go and line up, or to go home? I took out the going home option, and decided to go to the end of the line, get it? LOL. Reread that sentence &gt;:) Anyway, as I stood there, waiting for the line to actually move, I was eating this OREO that some kid gave to me at church. (Btw, this was during a Sunday) Just ate one, since I might want to give my brother some, just in case he wants to eat. So, okay. Miraculously, after eating that one piece of semi-cracked OREO biscuit, the line moved a little. Just a few steps. Hey, that's progress you're looking at. Don't underestimate the power of a few steps! In just a few minutes (Maybe 7 or 8 mins) the line moved again. And again. And again. Skipping all the quite senseless events, me and my brother finally got in the venue of the event, after an hour. My blood tingled with excitement as we go up the escalator to the second floor, where the event is held. After finally getting inside, I had do decide what to do first. And most probably, you might think that I would go to the Granado Espada booth first right? Well, you're absolutely....... Wrong about that! *Evil Laugh* Joke. :P I did go to the Granado Espada Booth first. Upon getting there, I did not know what to do. I looked at the carton given to me by the guy at the entrance. As I looked at it more closely, I realized that it was the map of the whole place. I read something at the bottom. It said something about having the map get stamped at the different venues to get freebies. I'd figure that out later, I thought. I stood there. I just stood there. What was I going to do in this event? I suppose I could join some GE events, but how? Nevermind... I'll just go and get a T-Shirt or something... &lt;-- Those were my thoughts at that time. And so I did. I went to the Merchandise Booth. It was sooo crowded for some odd reason, that I decided to go back some other time. Ugh, I don't want to go into details anymore =P. Skip the details, let's go on to my insights on these events.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Insights and Feedback on the E-Games Domination Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The events catered at the different game booths were not Free for All. In the past events that I have went to, they have Free For All events, like the bring me, Question and Answer, and even the promos! But it seems that in this event, all the things were focused only amongst the registered participants in the event. How disappointing. I wanted to take part in at least an event, and I didn't have the chance to actually join in one. Maybe I didn't have guts. Yeah, that could be the reason. But I also think that there is a lack of organization not only in the events held inside the E-Games Domination II, but there is a lack of organization in the WHOLE event itself. Let me start from the entrance procedures. I first thought that the pre-registered people would most probably walk through the lines, since they have pre-registered. But guess what? We still needed to line&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;up along with those who have not pre-registered. They should have separated those who pre-registered, from those who have not pre-registered. That way, the pre-registered people would actually benefit from pre-registering. Another thing, there was no organization inside the venue. People were all scattered around like trash, no decent lines for the booths, like the merch. shop and other booths. My second feedback is the venue of the place. It's just too small. All the game booths were like compressed into a single hall. They should've used the halls downstairs, which are wayy bigger than the place where the event was held. In conclusion, the event was a total disaster. This is my own opinion, please respect it and do not get offended. ^_^ I want to go to events, yes. But I also want to enjoy the events I go to. Anyway, this Section is Closed. I don't want to discuss it any longer. The next time I would go to an event, maybe I should think twice before going. I have someone to go with me on the next event for sure, this time. It's Jefferson ^_^. I just hope that the next event that I would go to would be more organized, and more people-interactive, unlike this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Grades are OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Oh yeah, my grades are out. I didn't expect my grades to be that high this semester, maybe because I knew that I didn't quite study well for my subjects. But hey, I never got a grade below 2.0! I got three 1.0's, four 1.5's,  one 1.75, and a 2.0 from my most hated subject(because of the teacher), Philippine Government and Constitution! I think, and I know, that I am on the Dean's list. Yay! A note to myself: work harder next time, so you'll get higher grades! I should always aim for the highest grade ever! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Summer Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Fine. Here goes. My summer job is an accompanist in a choir. No, its not the church choir. I would die if I would be accompanying there, the pieces are just not for me just yet. I'm in the Children's choir. My job started just last Sunday. Well, it was a tough start for me, since I wasn't able to study the "All Things Bright and Beautiful" piece. All things were not so bright and beautiful for me at that time. But I thank God for the practice was not what I expected. It wasn't wild, they weren't that noisy, and well, they had some respect for me. I do hope that this would happen ALL of the TIME. I don't want to leave this job because of the EEVIL kids. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Granado Espada Fever Coming to an End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes. It's coming to an end. My summer classes for piano would be starting next Thursday, and my Organ lessons would be starting this Thursday. I sure hope I can still play Granado Espada and have time to study my assignments. I want to be a Veteran this summer break &gt;:) (Note: Veteran is a GE term, meaning a character that is above or exactly level 100).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's IT! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, all I can say for this week is that God had been very intently listening (Wow, will you look at that =.=) to all of my prayers. I have this feeling of guilt within me. This feeling of betraying God despite all the things that He had done for me. I want to do something about it, and do something about it NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post finished 11:39 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2108219338158967331?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2108219338158967331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2108219338158967331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2108219338158967331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2108219338158967331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-15-better-left-alone.html' title='Entry # 15: Better Left Alone'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-5957436666248979721</id><published>2008-04-01T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:00:57.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 14:More, and more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sorry that I wasn't able to post my entry on time. Something came up that day, and I wasn't able to write this entry. But hey, what matters is I'm writing it now ^^. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Super Granado Espada O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'll have to admit. My Granado Espada Moments are getting longer, and longer. I think I'm playing a lot of GE right now because I know that I won't be able to play again when my summer classes in piano start next week. My playing of GE was actually the reason why I wasn't able to write my entry supposedly for that day. Here's what happened: my factionmate, CrewofAngels, is already level 100. She was training her Vikis(Vikis are characters who summon MASSIVE allies) at that time, and, well, I asked her if she would want to try to defeat the Great Hill Giant once more. (The Great Hill Giant is a monster that needs to be defeated in order to complete part A of our Faction Quest. We have to accomplish 2 tasks, including this one, to make our Faction go up to level 51.) And so, after inviting deNox, we proceed to Vegas Javier(A map) to summon the Great Hill Giant. Along the way, I received a Personal Message from the cousin of deNox, ™cornelius™. He asked if he could take part in killing the Great Hill Giant. Because I was so eager to finish Part A of the quest, I said yes, and I even told him that if he could bring friends, I would be much happier. ^_^ With the eagerness of CrewofAngels, I summoned the Hill Giant. Well, I tried to stay away, but I got stomped -- which means, I died. I quickly went back to the barracks(Characters selection screen) and went back to Vegas Javier as fast as I could. When I got there, the reinforcements have arrived. There were about 4 players trying to kill the Hill Giant(except me, of course, since I can't hit the thing). I was the ressurector of their dead players ^_^. After just a few minutes (Maybe about 15 mins.) the Hill Giant finally died! YES!! Part A was already completed! Woohoo! As qyu gave to me the Hill Giant stone stuff, I proceeded back to the city to activate the next quest. We then proceeded to the Prison of Joaquin, to the starting point of the quest. I knew that I was going to die if I went first. Knowing this, I always kept a distance from the level 96 and above monsters (for I am only level 83 and below at this time). The quest takes almost an hour each time we did it. Yes. We have failed. At our first try, the other warp gate was disabled, meaning, the other team could not get to the next area. We tried to finish the quest with only 2 players. I thought that we were going to finish the quest already, when qyu, the only player who could battle the final boss, the chrysalis, suddenly logged off. He told us that he got an XTrap error. Man, it was almost finished! T_T On our second try, all of our scouts died(Scouts are those who heal, who resurrect dead players). We still tried to continue, and eventually, all of us died. So here we were, trying for the last time. We got through all the warp gates without any problem. We killed the Mini-Boss without any loss. And there were all of us fighting the Chrysalis (Except me and deNox, because we would die if we step in there). Finally, the Chrysalis died. ^_^ I quickly went to the place, and got what I was looking for: The Hero seal! ^_^. My faction would be finally 51, I thought. When we got out of that map, I said my thanks to those who have helped us: qyu, and ™cornelius™. They were the only ones who killed everything in our path. ^_^ Then, I proceeded back to the city, and Viola! Our faction is now level 51! YAY! As I went back to my saved location, I saw a ring around the waist of my characters. I now have the blue ring thingy! It looks so cool ^_^. In closing, I spent about 7 hours on the Faction Quest. I think I won't do the next Faction Quest in a long, long, long time ^_^. Maybe next time. When I have all the time and money in the world to waste? LOL. Oops, I have made this entry a Granado Espada Entry already.. =.= Sorry ^_^ It just seems that I don't have anything else to write about since I think nothing that much important has happened to me the past week. I will still try to remember if I have forgotten such things, and I will write them here, right now ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Joy Anniversary Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, the Joy Anniversary Play has been bugging me for quite a while. I just can't seem to find the right inspiration to continue the play. Just last Monday, I tried to continue it with another ending. It turned out quite well, but realizing that we have a lot of young actors, I think my play wouldn't have the impact I wanted it to have. The play is almost finished now, but it had to come to a stop for a few days. Sydney made me realize that the characters that were used in the play were actually too many. Ugh, what am I going to do now =.=. NOT TO WORRY! I know that I'll be able to re-construct this play if I need to decrease the characters, with God's help, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Want to Go to The Convention~~~! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Man, just when I thought that I'll be able to go to the E-Games Domination II event happening this Sunday, things come around. It has restricted me from going to such an event. It's such a waste that I have already printed my pre-registration form already and realizing that I won't be able to use it. One reason for me not going is the lack of a companion. I was such a loner during the past events that I have gone to, I had no one to talk with, I seemed like a total emo. LOL Another reason is that we were to go somewhere this Sunday, after 12pm... so... I can't go. And one last reason is the S.A.L.T.(Serving And Learning Together) seminar thingy to be also held on Sunday. Now that, I cannot go. I PROMISE, I will go to the next convention of Granado Espada. And I pray that God would give me a companion who would love to go to these events and that this person is also a Granado Espada fan. I would also like to pray that God would make the day of the convention/event a non-conflicting day, meaning there are no things that need to be done at that specific day or time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Still, I wouldn't give details to where or what my job is, until I actually start with it. Just stay tuned ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Oh yeah, almost forgot about this one. I'm changing the layout after I post this entry. Maybe I would revert to my former layout if I don't find any good layouts to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, it seems that this entry is majorly about Granado Espada. That seems so... unlikely. Just comes to show that I am playing Granado Espada most of the time. God was out of the way most of the time, which is bad. I try to give some time to Him, but I know it's not enough. I should give not only some, but I should actually give all of my available time to Him. The problem here is that I don't want to surrender it to Him yet. But even so, I will try to give my best, and I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; give time to God on a Daily Basis. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was made thursday, April 3, 2008, finished 2:37pm. Date was changed to Tuesday for obvious reasons. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-5957436666248979721?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/5957436666248979721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=5957436666248979721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5957436666248979721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5957436666248979721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-14more-and-more.html' title='Entry # 14:More, and more.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-9219408956403490511</id><published>2008-03-25T12:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:18:30.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry # 13: Meant To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I finally had free time! FREE TIME!! Now I can write in thy blog for once more. I'm quite excited now, because I know that I could write about what happened in my life once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a Tuesday Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Tuesday is the only day that I write in me blog, that's because it's the only free time that I have during my school days. I don't know if it would be Tuesdays with Mondie next semester, since I don't know what my schedule would be. But I hope, I just hope that my schedule would be at late morning.. I don't want 7am's or 8am's anymore. Its just not for me, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something to Write About.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Guess what? I have something to write about today! =.= This has just happened a few hours ago (late morning), and its very embarrassing. I was about to go home after practicing for Friday. Details on that later. So, going back, I was walking when I realized that I needed to buy an internet card! I then made a 360º turn towards the shop where I would buy my internet card. I was thinking about something on the way. I actually don't know what I was thinking about. And because I was thinking, I really didn't have an idea what I was stepping on. It happened all so sudden. I stepped on wet cement =.=. I quickly got out of the area and first of all, said my apologies to whoever was there looking at me. I was soo embarrassed that I quickly flee from  the scene of the crime. One thing that I have to comment on this event is that the people who actually poured cement over the area didn't even mind to warn me that I was going to step on the wet cement already. They started talking when I was about .5 milisecond to actually stepping on the thing. Blaming me after stepping on the wet cement was reasonable, but I just couldn't accept the fact that they did not even bother to warn me. Anyway, that's all over now. After buying my internet card, I walked towards Metropolitan Hospital and went home. I don't want to go back there, no, at least not the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Solo Singing, Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;For some reason, I don't want to sing with an audience right now. Maybe because I have realized that I just don't have that voice like my classmates who are voice majors? But look, I'm singing this Friday, in St. Stephen's High School Alumni Welcoming Party. What a coincidence, huh? ^_^ I don't know what'll happen this Friday because of my lack of practice, but I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Granado Espada Fever ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Haiz, I admit. I'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://ge.iahgames.com/en/"&gt;Granado Espada&lt;/a&gt; now. Well, because maybe its vacation, and I have nothing to do yet. Been trying to level up all my characters right all this time. Here's the list of me chars(arranged from highest to lowest): Emilia the Sage 7x(Wizard/Scout),  Catherine the Summoner 7x, Adelina Esperanza 7x(Fighter), Gracielo 6x(Fighter), Emilia Guilano 5x(not so Wizard, and not so Scout), Mondie(Elementalist) 5x, Judie(Elementalist) 5x, Julie(Elementalist) 5x, M'boma 4x(Wizard/Elementalist), Grace Bernelli 4x(Musketeer), Jack the Engineer 4x, Diego the Carpenter 4x, and Finally, my newly acquired NPC, that took me 4 days just to get him, and here he is, Viki 3x(Summoner/Scout). I hope I get to level 100 soon, since I want to go everywhere. ^^ Enough of Granado Espada now, since this is not a Granado Espada Blog. If ever you play Granado Espada, I'm at the Vivaldi Server ^_^. Hope to see you in-game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Have a Job! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yay! Kudos to me! I have a job already, and it starts next month. I don't want to expose the details yet, because I haven't told anyone yet (Even my family, so my dear sister, if ever you read this, don't tell mom! I WILL TELL MOM! ^_^) The salary isn't that too big; but hey, at least I have a job. I can actually fund my Granado Espada times now ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something's Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;With my writing. I can feel it. It's as if I am not writing how I am supposed to write. Oh by the way, don't correct me! I know that what I did to put up this entry was to type, but I'm also writing you know, since I don't have any source material for the sentences that come out of this entry. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Composition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's finished. Like duhh~! Of course it is finished. It should be! ^_^. Well, my composition was the only sad song in the class, and err.. I was happy about the outcome. I'm just not so happy with our recording :P. But hey, I'm still uploading it. I'm just so sorry because the instruments were not doing that much good, because we're all tired and we wanted this thing to end already. It was causing too much time already for us. Here are the Lyrics of me Composition (Thanks to Allen Matocinos, Carmina Gutierrez, Ivan Arlantico, and whoever I forgot). And also, my thanks to Alberto de la Cruz, for making the score for Saxophone and Violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The following material is mine. No copying and claiming it as your own! If you want to post or copy it in other sites, please ask permission from me first. Thank you ^_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~I confess~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was once so lost&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to face the cost&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;I have hurt a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;Even you my Lord, my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So I confess my sins&lt;br /&gt;and lift them all to You&lt;br /&gt;I said : "I will repent all of my sins"&lt;br /&gt;Then You showed mercy and forgave me.&lt;br /&gt;and took away my guilt&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing my life Oh, God&lt;br /&gt;Is the best thing that you've ever done to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for your unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;I will be forever grateful&lt;br /&gt;For giving me this chance(cho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were bruised for my transgressions&lt;br /&gt;You were hurt for my iniquities&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer bear your sufferings&lt;br /&gt;but you wiped away my tears&lt;br /&gt;And now I bow before Your Throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="75" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://a2.nupload.net/s/2hP"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://a2.nupload.net/s/2hP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer Classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Just when I thought I would just have one class this summer to attend to, I thought wrong. I thought really, really wrong. I was sooooooo wrong. Okay, I think you get what I mean already, and so I will spill out the news: I have two more music classes to attend to this summer(I think). 1, Voice lessons, and the other one is Organ lessons. Whew! I don't even have organ shoes to start with! My mom and I have been looking for Organ shoes since I opened my eyes to music. And up until now, no organ shoes anywhere, at least none in the "Ukay-Ukay" stores. I don't know if there is a maker of organ shoes here in the Philippines, but even if there is, it must be super-expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Offertory Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I have already learned my Solo Piano Offertory Piece for next next month. Though it's not that good yet, I'm confident that I will be able to play it the best I can when that day comes. Right now, I'll be studying another piece, but this time, I'll be accompanying a choir. The title of the piece is "Lord, Tune Our Hearts". Its due next next next week, so I think I won't have much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer Camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Aww.. I want to go to summer camp already. I want to feel Spiritually refreshed once more. I want to play for God again! I'm with the Singspiration team again this year, and I hope the songs are so spiritually moving and has a worship-py theme too. ^_^ It just seems awkward that there aren't any rehearsals for the Singspiration at this moment. There should be! Last year, there were already practices during these days. Maybe because the songs are easy to sing and play? I don't know. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layout Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One was complaining about the Layout. It was not "user-friendly". I don't think that its not "user-friendly" at all. The same features are still there, the navbar, the tagboard, and all that were there before I changed the layout. Maybe this one person was complaining about the load-time? If that is so, then I will change the layout earlier next month, when I see a good one. If I don't, then I guess I'll just revert to my former layout. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, I'm so happy that I'm able to write again on my blog. I hope that I could say more of my stories next week. I want to keep on typing and writing here, because it would be sooo fun to look back at what had happened throughout my life. ^_- I hope you could do that too, because when I read through my earlier posts, I laugh at myself actually (in a good way) because of what had happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finished 3:42pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-9219408956403490511?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/9219408956403490511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=9219408956403490511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/9219408956403490511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/9219408956403490511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-13-meant-to-be.html' title='Entry # 13: Meant To Be'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-7248208510390110213</id><published>2008-02-19T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:28:55.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #11&amp;12: Lotsa Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I seriously don't know what to write about. It's because I'm trying to cover two weeks here. This is my first double entry, so I'll try to do my best, and hope that this is my last double entry too. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, About Last Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sorry, Just like what I said in my tagboard, I told you guys that I had a lot of things to do that Tuesday. I really didn't have that much time last week to write my entry, I will tell you the reasons now. One, I was not at home most of the day last week. I don't know why, but I don't want to go home for some reason. Two, last Tuesday, I promised a friend that we would play Granado Espada. I just thought that the playing would only last an hour, since I want to go home already, but I ended up staying for a whopping four hours. I helped her level up anyway, so, I guess it's a good thing. Wait a minute. Let me explain to you that this sub-subject is a minimization of the event's last week. I don't have that much enough time to write them all. What I'm gonna do is to un-minimize the post, but I will explain everything. Okay, going back, our English Professor told us that he would be married a day after our class with him(that was a Saturday). It's so unbelievable for him to be married because, well.. He acts like a shHe. And one more thing about English. Get this: we are the top section in the first year, we got no passing grade in the preliminary examinations. Some of us were sad, except me. I knew something was wrong. Something was very wrong. And so, just as I expected, I was right. There was a mistake in the answer key. And so, In the end, nearly  all of us passed. ^_^ Okay, I think that's about it for the highlights of entry 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Time for This Week! Theology.. is getting.. worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yep. He's giving more and more and more and more assignments in his little theology subject. Yeah, I get the point that he wants to teach us things that we can apply in our lives, but its just too many. Imagine, he gave us a lot of papers to do despite the 4 meetings left. He made it so difficult for all of us. My major doesn't even give too many assignments. O_O Anyway, I prayed that he would "lessen" somehow the projects that he was giving to us, and guess what. God answered my prayer! He took off one task. Now, all that's left is the composition (which, by the way, is almost done. Only needs the lyrics, and the instruments' scores, and of course, the recording.^_^), the Life Today paper, and the Sacraments paper. Uhh.. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesley's Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really had no idea on what to give Lesley on her birthday. It seems that I couldn't find a right gift for her. I already gave up all hope, until I have found a gift for her: games!! I put some of our games into a CD, which I gave her. Well, I hope she enjoys the 'geeft', as she calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy-ness Is Setting In!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All of a sudden, I feel that all the professors are rushing with the class stuff, like the projects, reports, and other stuff. It's their fault. I must blame them. LOL. They should have given these things to do earlier right? Like when they don't come in to class without even telling us that he/she won't come to class, or maybe when he/she comes in to class and just chit-chat about something? Sigh.. Anyway, (ack, I'm getting that 'Anyway' usage syndrome again!! T_T) I just pray that God would help me manage more time in these stuffs. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major... Disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can say that my Major was bad, but not as bad as it was when I cried. This time, I didn't know how to count. It was just too complicated for me, really. I have no idea on how to play it with all those turns and amazing 64-th notes all over the piece. Wonderful eh? I have to practice that one, but not this week. ^_^ There's no major next week, because of the declaration of the actual day as people power day. I hope I can finish my assignments on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Regular Bible Study!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lemme tell you something. I have a care group in my church, St. Stephen's High School. A Care Group is a group wherein all the people talk about what happened to them that week, how was their time with God, and many many more. ^_^ My Care Group decided to have our meetings on Saturdays, @ 1pm; which just means that my time for major practice would suffer a diminution, but it's OK with me because it's God we're talking about here. From this day on, I would be having my weekly Bible Study! Yay! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Change of Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh.. I'm hating my internet now. I couldn't find any I-republic anywhere anymore. Everywhere I go, every smile I make them see, every salesperson says, I'm sorry sir. Aww, I miss I-republic's fast internet connection. I'm currently suffering under the unstable speeds of ISPx Bonanza. I hope that it would speed up so much, if it wouldn't be as fast as I-republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solf'hell'ggio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man, as the semester nears its end, solfeggio is becoming more and more very difficulter! I can feel it. The listening exercises are difficulter than it was before. The dictation was not as easy as it was the week before. I just hope that I would be able to cope up with these difficult stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog Title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Blog Poll is nearing its end now, and No is still winning. Yay for me, cause I don't have to think of another name again! ^_^  (Whoa, shortest sub-subject ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This entry is too much minimized; therefore, I didn't include a minimize sub-subject to it. Going back, I think I have a lot of hope in all the things happening around me. I think that's its good to have this hope within me, because it makes me want to keep on going. God will be there for me, I know that he will make my hopes come true. But hey, wasn't that supposed to be "dreams"? LoL. Till next time! ^_^ See Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-7248208510390110213?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/7248208510390110213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=7248208510390110213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/7248208510390110213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/7248208510390110213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/02/entry-11-lotsa-hope.html' title='Entry #11&amp;12: Lotsa Hope'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8275334866116050893</id><published>2008-02-05T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:39:32.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #10: What a Relief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Layout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I would choose a new layout. For what reason? I don't know. Maybe because my entries don't fit to the layout anymore. Or maybe because... it's just too boring? O_o Maybe so. ^_^ I think I like this layout better because it has a cuter color. I sort of like blue right now so, I like it ^_^ If you have any comments, suggestions (I won't accept the 'don't-choose-from-default-templates-make-your-own!' suggestions cause I really don't have time to make one even if I really do want to make one), or any violent reactments, it will be accepted as a form of thank you. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blog Poll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just want to tell you guys, who are reading my blog, that I have reopened the poll about changing my blog title. You can vote as you like, I guess. The poll will end at the end of February, so that's a lot of time for me, and for you, to think about what consequences could occur if you chose this or that. lol. Anyway, let's go over to our lovely entry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Composition -- A PROJECT?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the. That was the first few words that came out of my mouth -- inside my brain. It wasn't a good idea for me. Imagine, a Theology subject's project was a musical composition?! Isn't that way off the subject? I honestly think that it was way off, for some reasons. One, we don't get to choose our own group mates. That's a bad thing. I really don't like having a useless group, that no one would do anything.. again. I prefer the choose-your-own-group idea better, since it would be my fault that I chose the wrong group, and I won't have a hard time thinking about what big mistake I did to join such a group. Number Two, most of us have no idea of how to compose something. In my opinion, this project would end up a mess, because he didn't even think how hard it was to compose a song. It takes time, and a lot of it; but sadly, music students with majors other than composition can't give a lot of time to a single subject. It's just too greedy of him lol. My final point, does he have any idea how hard it is to make a composition using only the majors within your group? In my case, I think I will have a hard time with my group. Okay, let me tell you about my line-up. I am a piano major as you know, and I have 4 other classmates that are in my group. One of them has saxophone as her major, the other violin, the other percussion, and the other composition. I really don't think it would mix that well. When you try to imagine it, it's hard to make a harmony between the violin and the saxophone, since both of them produces a timbre that is obviously different from each other. I have no question with the percussion part, because I figured that having a percussion thing going around the song wouldn't be that bad, I guess. And this is the worst part. Now, how can a composition major show off his major during the performance? See? Now what does he do? I have absolutely no idea. Good luck to every one in our class, let's have one hell of a 'good' time composing. &gt;:) Oh, and I forgot one last thingy. Our songs are supposed to be related to the different sacraments in the Catholic Church. We were given the sacrament of reconciliation. I thought that it would be easy for our group, since I have already composed a chorale piece of a sad song. The problem is, I'm having doubts about using the actual piece. I think I won't like my piece to be used in a Catholic Church. It would be not so good for me. If I would be making a piece for a church, then I would make it for our church! I just hope that the person who would be assigned to make the actual lyrics would be considerate and make the lyrics somewhat universal, that this composition may be performed in all the churches that believe in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye Orange, Hello Blue!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had an orange mechanical pencil. I loved it. I kept on using it whenever it is possible. I really loved it so much. Until it disappeared. It was on a Wednesday. Actually, that that was a half-day, meaning there would only be one subject to attend, since classes start at the afternoon half, and we would only have Rudiments. Today was also the deadline for submitting our Reaction paper about the Die Fledermaus thing for Filipino (or so I thought it was) so I asked Ayla to print my Filipino report, and I would just pay her. Okay, so we were outside the Recital hall two, waiting for time to pass, waiting for the students in our classroom to shoo away. Then it happened. They really shooed away, and it was now time for us to raid the room, with our bags. We were already having our Rudiments class when I noticed that my pencil was missing. It was not in my pocket. Not in my bag. Not in the classroom. Where could it be? I don't know!! I lost track of the lesson, which meant I was not listening. I was focusing on where the poor pencil had gone to. Where are youuuu!? And then, as if I was in a dark room and a bright light suddenly appeared, I remembered when I had grabbed my pencil from my bag. It was the time when we were outside the recital hall! I really wanted to go out of that room at that moment but I just couldn't. I couldn't lie to the teacher. And worse, I couldn't tell the teacher my reason for going out of the class was just to find my pencil. That would be awfully funny. Well, anyway, I sort of wished that the class would end right then and there. But it didn't. I did not end. It's as if God had his hands on the clock and slowed it down, big time. I was so anxious now. Making doggie sounds made me feel a little happy. But I wanted to get out. I wanted to get out NOW. When the class finally ended, I quickly went out the door, towards the Recital Hall, where I think I have left my pencil. Sadly, there were already people there. They were sitting where I was, and I presumed that they have already stolen away my baby from me. My pencil was now gone. No more drawing when bored for me. No more hope of being able to write everything that Ms. Fule says. No more.. no more... no.. more. Then I thought of something. I would buy a new one!! A BETTER ONE!! I would choose the best of them all! *evil laugh* And so, I went to the National Bookstore located in SM San Lazaro, to embark on an adventure, to look for my new pencil. After a few ten minutes, I have finally found it. My new love. My new.... Pencil!! It was still the same brand, Faber-Castel, but not the same orange colour. It was now blue. And the bestest thing of all was that it was innovative! It was called Grip Matic™ because it was an automatic pencil! I don't have to click again when there's no more lead. It automatically 'clicks' it ^_^ ! I'm so happy now. I already got over my mourning for my orange pencil. I had to move on. Towards the future, with my new pencil! *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joker!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph. It seems that our Prof. Mazo has fooled us. He told us(with a paper posted outside the conservatory office) that we would be having our Large Ensemble class last Saturday again. I didn't want to wake up that early in the morning again, since it would be so tiring, again. But anyway, I did wake up in the morning, I did go there. But the problem is, there was someone missing. It was the professor. Sigh. I don't want to go there again lol. Please, Please Prof. Mazo, if you tell us that we are going to have a class, please.. please come. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Well, Well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing I can say about my Major for this week. I did a good job, in my opinion, of having to cram up my assignments. At least I was able to do some good parts in my assignments. But I wasn't satisfied with it. I should make a new schedule for myself, a schedule that would definitely suit my lifestyle. So, I decided, since Chinese New Year is coming really fast, I thought of a new schedule. I wouldn't practice during Sundays again. I have to finish it all by Saturday, or else.. I would fail. ^_^ Yay, what a nice resolution. I hope I don't get scolded by my professor for not being able to do a single assignment next time. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addicted Once More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I got addicted! Not to a game though. I got addicted to another James Patterson Book. It was entitled "When The Wind Blows". It something like Maximum Ride, but it has a different story. In Maximum Ride, they were being tortured. But in When The Wind Blows, the flying people were not being tortured. Instead, they were educated, allowed to watch T.V. and they were not caged in cages (*evil laugh*) unlike in Max Ride. I still haven't finished reading the book, but I think I would be able to finish it by this week. It's so exciting. Maybe you should read it? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing to Minimize, Yay...?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I couldn't think of anything more to minimize right now. LOL. Maybe next time. You know what? This entry is quite long! Yay! Oh, OK. I think I remember something to minimize now. Yesterday, I bought another book from the Left Behind Series! So, I'm down to 7 books. I wish I could complete it soon. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this week was more... well, lucky! Unlike last week, where a lot of horrible, and terrible incidents occurred, this week was more.. well, happy in a sense! Thank you Lord :D^^ I hope I get to get more weeks like these. :D ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished writing:11:36am&lt;/em&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/5538561021983746335-8275334866116050893?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8275334866116050893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8275334866116050893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8275334866116050893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8275334866116050893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/02/entry-10-what-relief.html' title='Entry #10: What a Relief!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2268998377236590827</id><published>2008-01-29T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:57:30.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #9: Bad, Bad Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, all I can say is that I wasted a lot of time on a part of the Report. I never even tried making the other parts first. It was the summary's fault. Nothing but this evil summary kept me from finishing my Book report earlier than I expected. I spent a week on it. A week. Well, I felt really wasted, because my final summary was short unlike my first few drafts which were about 4-5 paragraphs long. What a waste, really. T_T The book report in my opinion was not the best book report I could make, but I think I did a good job. I would give my book report a rating of 6 out of 10. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Been a Long Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it surely is a long time already since I ate fried noodles at Eat Fresh. I kept on wondering what new food or drink they had. It's a good thing I have invited Medz to come over to our school to eat. Just to eat. She didn't like my idea at first, she kept on telling me that walking about 20 mins just to eat would not be a good, and productive thing to do. It's a good thing that she just agreed a few moments later. I love the food. I missed it so much. Even though I always pass by their store, I couldn't buy myself a cold me(meaning a cold Almond! ^_^). I felt quite tired when I got home because of the walking times with durations of up to 30 minutes, but it's OK. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gillian's Debut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was on a Saturday, the day before the performance. I had to go to the debut even though the practice for the following day was more important. It's because I promised Gillian that I would render a number for her debut, sing her a song. I was really worried on my outfit for that event. I didn't know if I would look outstanding because I wore a different kind of set clothing. T_T Well, luckily, I was wearing the right clothes for the event. I saw some of my former classmates, and we had a little chitty chatty about our lives in college. After a few moments, the event finally begun. Two people were to sing before I do, so I had the chance to calm myself down, remember the lyrics, and hum to myself the tune that I was going to sing. I sung quite not great. ^_^ But I did put my heart into the song. I wish that I have touched a lot of the audience lol. ^_^ Anyway. That's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Just Wanted That Day To End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One thing that I don't want to do this week is to play the trumpet on Sunday. I wasn't able to practice, really. It's because of the evil Book Report. It made my brain go loco. The day came. It was now time for me to perform to the lesser people. I really felt nervous and afraid at the same time. What if I didn't play it right? But I didn't care anyway. I didn't care before I started. After I started, well, that's a wayyy different case. I played awfully bad. I played like I have just begun playing the trumpet -- all crappy notes, pitch bending, all those bad stuff. I was ashamed of myself. I shouldn't have played that song. It was such a disgrace. Sigh.. I thought I could make up for the loss in the first show, but I wasn't able to again do a good job on the second time. I really wanted that day to end. It's a good thing that my fellow choir mates helped me to lighten up that burden, by playing the piano. At first, I was not into it, playing lifeless pieces, but later on, the emotion was already there. I started to play my own composition, and I was emo-ing the piece to my very bestest capability. I wanted to take off all that shamefulness and put it in my playing. I felt so much better after that moment. ^_^ But still, I wanted that day to end quickly, for I tend to forget the feelings of hurt and pain after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minimized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to minimize my entry again, it's because I need to get some sleep. I didn't get that much sleep that I require the past few days because of the Book Report. And I also think that I would not have enough sleep also for the coming days because I have to finish my major assignments. I don't want to write here about the shot person in front of our house so, yeah. I just wrote about it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, that's about it for my entry this week. I'm sorry that it's quite short, but at least it wasn't as bad as last week. I don't know what was happening to me as I was writing that entry. I hope that I would be able to manage time more efficiently in the days to come! I also pray that Medz and Ayla wouldn't be so mean to me again. LOL ^_^ (This entry was made on Wednesday, but I changed it to Tuesday just for the heck of it ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2268998377236590827?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2268998377236590827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2268998377236590827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2268998377236590827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2268998377236590827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-9-bad-bad-days.html' title='Entry #9: Bad, Bad Days'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2031325632096804630</id><published>2008-01-22T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:46:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #8: Nuuuu!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Still I could not think of a better title. I must think of one soon! I really don't know what kind of title would make the most impact to the readers. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; having a hard time thinking of one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Solfeggio&lt;/span&gt; Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Well, it seems that I have done quite well in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Solfeggio&lt;/span&gt; exam last Wednesday, but there was some "cheat" enabled on the side of our professor. Well, last Monday, we were supposed to "choose" our own numbers; this time, it was different. She was the one who actually chose a number for us. It was quite a cheat, but at least I got 1 of my most practiced numbers out of 2. The number that I didn't practice did not do any god to me. I was all so flat-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; and out of my tonality. The other two numbers were great in my opinion. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theology &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Prelimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't study that much for Theology. The night before, I didn't feel so healthy at all. What I wanted the night before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prelimes&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pree&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;layms&lt;/span&gt;) was sleep and only sleep. I now give you the time to think of the Opportunity Cost of not studying. I give you 5 seconds. One, two, HEY! NO QUICK READING!! Three, Four, Five! Are you sure you have counted 5 seconds? Don't fool me, I know if you are counting 5 seconds or not. I am now sure you have counted for more than five seconds. You know why? It's because you're reading this! ^_^ Anyway, going back to our subject, I got 31 points out of 45. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BAAAD&lt;/span&gt;! I think I failed. Well, I guess it was my fault, for not even studying that much. I did study the night before, but the things that I didn't study were the things that came out in the exam. Lucky me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money-Wasting Time! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, we planned to go to the mall to take a break from all the dreaded truths this world has to give(yet the title seems so.. contradictory to my first statement ^^) We went to the Quantum Entertainment Center(I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;realy&lt;/span&gt; don't know what's the real name of the place, all I know is that it has a name Quantum in it). We played a couple of times. It was fun. I can remember those times so vividly: the time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Medz&lt;/span&gt; and Lesley were playing Dance Dance Revolution, the four of us playing air hockey, me being left behind by all of them because I was playing at the dance mania.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I almost forgot about the horse thingy. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; tiring. I nearly dropped dead, but the race wasn't done yet. -_- Anyway, after the game time, it was now time for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wasn't hungry when we were looking for food. I just didn't feel like eating at all. And because of that, they were the only ones eating. Well, I'm happy that they were eating, and that they were eating food. Man, I think something is wrong with me. I couldn't write all of the details!! T_T As if I'm rushing something, that I don't even know -_- Sigh. We went back up for another round of entertainment, sponsored by me. ^_^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's All Your Fault &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sbarro&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HUWAAAARRRGGGHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh, because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sbarro&lt;/span&gt;, I became bankrupt. My money was reduced to less than a hundred, in two hours. Well, I couldn't take it anymore, their pizza was good. T_T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Medz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ayla&lt;/span&gt; talked a lot. I got bored in just a few moments. I couldn't relate T_T. I wanted to go home at that time, since I had to finish my Music Listening Report. And guess what. Read tat the next topic! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I was defeated. 3 votes versus one. 3 votes were for going around the mall. 1 vote, my vote, was to go home. All of them wanted to waste time because they had nothing to do if they go to their own homes and dormitories. Good thing though, is that they got  tired quite fast. ^_^ So I got home at about 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minimized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just felt tired all of a sudden. I guess I should have just gone to the library to write this entry, maybe it could have been more detailed. Sigh... Anyway, I got two mistakes in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;prelime&lt;/span&gt; of Rudiments. Arr.!! I WILL GET MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;AVENGEMENTS&lt;/span&gt;!! I was not able to pass the music listening report because the professor was absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm really sorry. I just don't know what I'm doing right now. I will write in detail next time. I just feel that I need to do something, but I don't know what it is. ^_^ I promise, I'll write better next time. :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2031325632096804630?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2031325632096804630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2031325632096804630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2031325632096804630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2031325632096804630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-8-nuuuu.html' title='Entry #8: Nuuuu!!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3871958025028725371</id><published>2008-01-15T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:23:18.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #7: Whoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;New Blog Title...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, I was thinking about the blog name again. I think I will be able to change it next week. Hopefully, I would be able to think  of a better title -- a title that's exciting, pleasant to the ear, and most importantly, relevant! ^_^ Here we go now, for another ride in my adventures! (Whoa, sounded like a new title for me ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rest rest!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally had time to rest this week! It was on a Wednesday. There was no classes -- because of the Quiapo day thing, and so, I had the whole day to myself! I woke up in late in the morning and I played a few games. I also given myself time to study and work on my assignments for my next major. That's when I remembered that I needed to go to my former school, my alma matter -- just remembered the term right now, St. Stephen's High School -- but guess what, I'm not going to the school. I'm actually going to the parish side. ^_^ Let's "detailize" it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granado Espada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh, nothing beats playing Granado Espada on a free day. Well, I really got into it when I was leveling at Porto Bello(It's a place in the world of Granado Espada, more like a dungeon) with my elementalists, 3 of them. I was so thankful that I got a squad, because I could bring my 3 elementalists(Magicians, master of the elements) when I have 2 squadmates that have their scouts(Healers). I had a fun time changing all of my elementalists to different elements: to all Evocation Lightning, all Evocation Ice, and all Evocation Fire. I had a really nice time ^^. I was actually playing while I was preparing to go to school, so... the feeling was both happiness and anxiousness, because I might be late for my appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it seemed that I was late, but I was still early! It's because the person whom I was to practice with, Jojo Hia(mr. Jonard Yu), was also late. But you know what? We really didn't have an exact time of meeting for the practice. Which was funny on my part. I was so rushing because I thought that I was late and yet, we don't have an exact time for the practice. tee-hee ^_^. Anyway, we practiced the songs for Sunday. Zion Fellowship was going to have their Singspiration this Sunday, and Jojo Hia asked me to play for the singspiration. We had a good practice in my opinion, but I just felt so tired all of a sudden. I don't know why, maybe because I was hungry? I needed to sleep already? Beats me. -_- After the practice, we went out to eat. He said that he would treat me dinner as my payment. I couldn't disagree on this, I love food. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mmm, Food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The food was yummy, absolutely yummy, at King's Bakeshop. They had dinner food, and it was really good, as in d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s! I was so, so, shy eating in front of them. Like they are a family, and they are chatting here and there, and there I am, just sitting, eating my food, too shy to even speak(lol). But anyway, I'm not that much of a person person when it comes to these things. I just don't know how to react anymore, even though I was good at meeting people when I was younger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Book Report moved, BIG TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, we were supposed to have our book reports passed next week, that's a Thursday, along with our Preliminary Exams in English; but just this Saturday, he texted one of our classmates something like this: "See you on Jan. 31" -- That was like about two weeks later! Man, we were so happy that the book report was extended, but of course I need to finish it as soon as I can, so that I wouldn't cram again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Prelims!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday was the first day of prelims for 1-Mus1, my section. Our first exam was Rudiments, and for some of our classmates, Solfeggio right after. The test in rudiments was quite easy, it was just about intervals. Ironically, I got one mistake. It was number 7(or was it 8) of the second test. I forgot that the 3rd interval was a major and not a perfect interval. And because of that, I thought that the 3rd dimished interval was supposed to be 1 semi-tone lower than the Major interval. It should have been a triple flat, not a double flat!! T_T Sigh. I guess it was just God's will that I was not meant to perfect the exam. Better luck next time, I guess. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Solfeggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our solfeggio time this Friday was a taste of what we were to experience on the day of the exam (which was Monday). It was hard. That's all I could say. Dictations of the melody, rhythm, and listening to chords was absolutely difficult. Monday finally came, the day of the Prelims. I was prepared. The dictation was pretty easy, making the full dictation(meaning writing the melody and rhythm on the paper) the theme of ABS-CBN (A BIG ROFL). I felt so bad when she told us that only half of the class can take the solfeggio exam(the singing one) that day, and the other half, including me, would take it on Wednesday, same time. Knowing that we don't have classes on Wednesday, I felt sad. Aww, no more whole day rest. What a waste of 3 hours. But I have no choice. I have to go there T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concert!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a concert last Sunday, it was a thanksgiving concert of Mr Johnny Yu. We were asked to perform a number, and we were waiting for our time. Well, I wanted to take the opportunity to be able to make a report on the concert, so my required concerts can be reduced by one, so I sneaked in, but actually, I asked permission to sneak in, telling them that I need to listen to the concert for my report at school. Well, I was listening, and I had jot down a lot of things... on the program. I didn't have any paper with me, so I wrote on the program. Tee-hee. Dean Sunico was there. He was part of the concert. He played 3 solo numbers, and the other numbers were with Mr. Johnny Yu, as the marimbist. I was so amazed. The concert was so good. I have enjoyed music yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dean Raul Sunico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After the concert, I got my things and I was rushing to meet up with my mom and brothers. I passed Achi Pat with Dean Sunico (Dean Raul Sunico, the dean of the UST conservatory of music[that's where I'm studying right now!!]) coming out of the elevator. One thing was on my mind: Evade! And so I did try to evade, I didn't want to meet the Dean. But God must have asked Achi Pat and Mommy Meme(That's Achi Melody) to call me. And because of my quite bionic ears, I heard it T_T. Well, I was introduced to Dean Sunico. I was shy of course. He said that he saw me in the conservatory, and that he wanted to see me in his office. LOL. I felt like I have done something wrong. But when I think of it, I didn't do anything wrong. Maybe he will just interview me or something. Its a good thing that the next day, there were people in the office, and he looked quite busy, so he just shook my hand, and said hello. ^_^ Maybe I would go back in there in the nearer future. I think I would want to talk to him. Already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did pretty good in my major this week. Though I was not able to practice almost half of my assignments, because of a lot of things, my professor understood my situation: that I had exams this week, and of course, I had to study. I think I won't be able to practice much this week since there's still exams till the end of the week. Hopefully, I would be given time for practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams This Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I had my Music Listening Exam yesterday, and I think I will pass. ^^ The Philippine Gov't exam today was quite easy in my  opinion, even though I have forgotten some terms. Tomorrow would be the Solfeggio Part 2 exam, and on thursday Theology 2 Exam. After that, no more! ^_^ Actually, there is one more. Jan 31 - English Exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's It!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I could add nothing more, because of my thundering stomach, but all I can say is that this week -- this entry, is quite awesome. Meeting the Dean, performing in a concert, eating free food(I forgot to mention. :D), and many more other things. I am surely expecting that my life would get more exciting in the days to come. ^_^ (Post Finished at 11:24 am, Whoa, I never realized I write so long. O_O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3871958025028725371?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3871958025028725371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3871958025028725371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3871958025028725371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3871958025028725371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-7-whoa.html' title='Entry #7: Whoa'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2665934550784437053</id><published>2008-01-08T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:09:08.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #6: Time Not Well Spent, I guess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have not been able to write last Tuesday. I was soo busy with a lot of things. I did promise that I would write on Thursday but I also did not have the time -_-. Really sorry! I will not do this again! *sniff* Anyway, onward we go, to another new entry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Title&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I guess a lot of people are noticing my title the past few months. I guess I should change it, but I really have no idea on what title to put up. You can suggest some if you like, but I think it would just come to me sometime(hopefully in the near future.^_^)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year! ^_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I know my greeting is so late already, but its better to greet than not to greet right? My new year is not that good: not much food(even though food was abundant), not much fun and excitement(even though I couldn't sleep well), and most of all, not much of practice(now this has no contradictory message). We were not around Manila for the New Year. We escaped(yet again) to Olongapo just like last year. I was absolutely bored there. Nothing to do -- no piano, no computer with GE! During the first day, I had a hard time sleeping because the aircon was too cold, and I did not have enough space; but it changed the next day. I don't know how it happened, but I had a great time of sleep, and I woke up quite late. During New Year's Eve, we watched T.V. -- That was the only time we watched T.V. in that place for a long time. Well, we watched a couple of cool presentations on National Geographic, and on other channels. Food was there, but I could not go and grab it, since it was not yet new year at that time. Because of that, I watched Cars with a very hungry tummy. :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No More Swimming -_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were supposed to go swimming on our second day in Olongapo. I wanted to swim. It's been like a few years already (just one actually) -- Fine! It &lt;strong&gt;feels&lt;/strong&gt; like a few years have already passed since I swam in the open sea. I miss the salty water, the sand, the shells! T_T We were not able to go swimming because of my brother. He had an asthma attack, but its not that bad. Not to the point of bringing him to a hospital. We did not go, but I got something in exchange: I finally know how to finish a rubik's cube! Yay! The last day arrived. We were supposed to go to the beach this time(for sure) to swim. But it did not push through again. This time, it was the fault of time(get it? =P). BUT, in exchange, I got another chance to go to the M.V. Doulos for the third time! Yay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.V. Doulos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This must be my final trip to M.V. Doulos. We actually on our way home, but I suggested that we go to the M.V. Doulos, since we were not able to go swim(Evil me). Well, we got there, and I had the chance to look again for the Left Behind Series. Luckily, I didn't find any. -_- BUT! I found a book that sounded exciting. Catch this: "The Splitting Storm". Sounds nice eh? Its a series again. I bought two of em. I just noticed now that I have fondness of reading a series of books, rather than a single book. You know why? I seem to have the mentality that the author of non-series books just compress all of their thoughts, all the things that should have happened they have ommitted, just to make the book come out in one piece. But of course, I am not saying this to offend any one(or any author for that matter). It's my own opinion anyway ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Year, New Attitudes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, Its Thursday now, and its the start of classes for the year of 2008. I tried my best to get to school the fastest I can, so I won't be late, and I got there just in time. But guess what. Someone important was not on time -- the teacher. So, okay, there's no teacher, then it means I should go home now -- but wait. Lesley and Company invited me to the mall; since I had nothing to do, I went with them. We had a fun time of playing at the arcade. I actually recorded a part of our fun, maybe I can post it here some time. ^_^ The next day, my class was 7am. Well, I got there on time, and yay, there was a teacher. He was quite late, but at least he was THERE, ready to teach us. I had a good time with PE this time. After that, there was Filipino! And it had a teacher yet once more. Good thing. BUT!! we had a test. Bad thing. Anyway, after Filipino, we waited for the next subject. And waited. And waited some more till we realized that there was no PGC(Philippine Government and Constitution). So, yeah, ok. No PGC, but there are still 2 more subjects that I don't even know if there would be teachers. Man, what's wrong with people this year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minimized!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm uber hungry right now, so I'll just minimize some other things that had happened in the life span of this entry. We had a mini reunion(Super small reunion actually) of the CMLI Batch '04(was it?) and we rendered an offertory in the church (Lead Me, Lord). Then, I was left behind in a family reunion, sad. I sort of misplaced the attendance for theology last thursday. (Bad.) And, I finally got the class list for the seating stuff!(Good!) Oh, I nearly forgot about my major. It went very good. I am getting accelerated to the 5-6 exam from the 4-5 exam. Yay! (Good and Bad).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's It!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it seems that this week, I have not spent a good amount of time on important things. Well, I guess that's what planners are for(I bought one.) Hopefully, I can use it to organize my time better(Even though it is labelled "2008 Disorganizer"[LOL]). Well, see you around!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2665934550784437053?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2665934550784437053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2665934550784437053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2665934550784437053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2665934550784437053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-6-time-not-well-spent-i-guess.html' title='Entry #6: Time Not Well Spent, I guess?'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-6601558498705986037</id><published>2007-12-27T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:26:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #5: Happy Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry that I forgot to write here. I was totally busy last tuesday because it was Christmas, and you know how people tend to forget a lot of things during Christmas(going to our relatives, eating a lot of food, and such.) But don't worry, I'll do the best I can to retrieve all the events that had transpired from Tuesday to Tuesday. ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t was a Tuesday evening. My mind was overly crowded with what to do the following morning. Would I go to school or not? Would there be classes tomorrow? Argh, I just felt so confused on what to do. I went online to see if any classmate would miraculously come online so I could ask him/her if she would be going to school the following day; but sadly, the Yahoo Messenger™ must be cursed on that day. No one was online from my classmates. I then resorted to my last resort(Huh? O_o) -- I needed to text one of them. I texted Medz(short for Remedios Katherine Consunji) if she would be going to school the following day. It was a good thing that she replied so quickly, telling me that she won't be going tomorrow because she needed to have her Christmas Shopping. She even invited me if I wanted to come join her, but I couldn't. I was just too busy the following day. I kept on thinking if I should go or not -- but I have finally decided not to go. It was just a big waste of time If I would go and there would be no classes. If there were classes the following day, I'm sure that it would be only Philippine Government and Constitution by Ma'am Fule. So, I really wouldn't want to go to school only because of her. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This must be my favorite topic for this entry. So you just listen and try to understand. I'll do the best I can to make it most detailed. It all started Wednesday night. I was inviting Ivan to come join our lovely trip the next day to Doulos, then to Global Fun. He was arguing with himself on whom to go with: with me and Rachelle, or with his friends. His friends were going straight to global fun in the morning, while Rachelle and I would go to the M.V. Doulos first before going to Global Fun. After some few hours, he decided to go with us. Yay! ^_^ I told him that we would meet first at the church at 10 am, so that we could eat before going to Rachelle's house (Rendezvous point.) Okay, the next day arrived. I was going to the church. It was 10 mins before 10am, so I walked as fast as I can to get there on time, because I thought Ivan would be waiting for me already. But when I got there, lucky me. I was first. Ivan was not there yet. If you could see my face(you would ROFL lol). I sat down there, and what else could I do? I sat down and waited for him. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into 5 minutes, 5 minutes into 20 minutes. Finally, he arrived. I looked at my watch, it was not 10:20. He was late for 20 minutes. T_T Anyway, I rushed him to Jolibee so we can be at Rachelle's House on time. After eating, we started to walk towards the house of Rachelle. We finally got there a few minutes before the meeting time, so I felt relieved. We went inside the house of Rachelle. I had a few chitchats with Rachelle and I realized that Kristine was not going with us today because she was not feeling that good. Anyway, after prepping up, we finally left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We were just walking towards Avenida with Rachelle's sister. I was honestly irritated with our walking pace, it was quite slow. We might not make it on time. But I didn't make a big deal out of it. After a whopping 15 minutes, we finally got to Avenida. After saying our goodbyes to Rachelle's Sister, we hopped on the jeep going to the Pier as the M.V. Doulos was located in Pier 15(Where they were last time.) As expected, the trip to M.V. Doulos was short. We started walking now towards the M.V. Doulos. It was hot. The sun was brilliantly shining. We were like in an oven -- no, worse than an oven! A sauna with its temperature set 100 times higher than it usually is. Using an umbrella could only bring down the temperature by a few degrees (uhm, about .3 or .5ºC I think), but I didn't care. I just wanted to get to the M.V. Doulos as fast as I can. After about 15 mins, we reached the M.V. Doulos. Yes! BOOOOOOKS!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books, Books, BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I wanted to get from this ship is the left behind series. They sell cheap copies of them, some even looks like new. But before that, let's go inside the ship first. Lots of books, so many that I don't know what section to go first. I had to find a gift for someone, and I found it! I hope that she liked the gift that I had bought for her. After buying the book, Rachelle and I were looking for Ivan, because he was missing. We tried to call his cell a few times, but it seems that he wasn't answering it. When we were almost at our breaking point, Ivan finally popped out like a mushroom. I even asked him to check the price of a Learn-how-to-play-guitar book. After buying our books at the bookstore, we headed over to the refreshments area. I really wanted to eat ice cream at that moment, for it was so, so hot; but when I looked at the price of the Ice cream, I decided to just buy myself a cute cup of strawberry juice. The price of a cute cup of ice cream was... 30 pesos. It broke my heart. T_T I couldn't spend that much because I only had 1500 pesos for the whole day, including Global Fun, Transportation, food, and so on. I already spent 450 pesos, and adding 30 pesos just because of an Ice cream would not be a good idea, especially if I'm on a low budget. Anyway, after the refreshments area, we finally went to the Promo area!! MY FAVORITE AREA FOREVER!! ^_^ So many books for a very low, low price. Imagine, a Biology book so thick, so colorful, so beautiful, only costs 150 pesos! AMAZING!! Going back, I started scavenging for the books I have been wanting to collect -- the left behind series. It was so hard to find the Left Behind Series amongst the books. I first found the 12th book: The Glorious Appearing. I already had that book, so I placed it back. The next one I found was the 8th book: The Indwelling. I grabbed hold of it for a moment, thinking if I had already read the book. I had already read it, but I was collecting the whole series, so I just grabbed the book. ^_^. I was about to give up on looking for a Left Behind Series book, when I found the first book: Left Behind. It was a limited edition. I grabbed it after a brief argument with myself. We then headed over to the counter and the woman looked so familiar. I then remembered that she was also the one who was at the counter the last time that I have been to the M.V. Doulos. After buying our own books from the promo section, we were ready to leave the M.V. Doulos. It was sad, because I think I won't be able to see it once more in the near future, but I was still happy, because they still had some of the Left Behind series books left behind( ? O_o ). Now, we're off to the Global FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 2-Kilometer Fun Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My brother told me to ride the first jeepney we see. I told that to Rachelle, but she insisted that the jeep would not go to our destination. So, we just walked from the M.V. Doulos, till the I-Don't-Know where place. We were actually lost. We didn't know where to go, so we were just walking. I got really tired. It was a good thing that God blessed us with clouds and cold breezes. We were walking comfortably, I suppose. I saw the jeep that my brother told me to ride on that same road. We have been seeing jeeps like that all the time during our walk. O_O Well, I guess it doesn't matter now, since we are already there, waiting for a jeep. Later on, we finally found the right jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeep Warfare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really wanted to go down at the EDSA station of the LRT. They insisted on it. They didn't know that the Jeeps under the EDSA station of the LRT were more easier to be filled, and the best of all, its route is faster because it just goes on a straight path.  Again, I lost to the argument, they won again. -_- what a waste of fifty centavos. T_T We got to the SM Mall of Asia after about 20 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food Argument! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow, I just realized now that there were a lot of arguments that have transpired within that day! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The three of us were hungry when we arrived at the mall. We don't know where to eat actually, one wanted karate kid, the other some other japanese restaurant(I forgot the name) and for me, Tokyo Tokyo. We were arguing where to eat. I won this time, yay! ^_^ But it wasn't over just yet. We still argued on what to eat. I lost T_T, so we ended up eating veggie tempura. It was not worth the money, but I had no choice ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Global Fun Suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our schedule was to go to Global Fun after eating. But during our jeepney trip towards the SM Mall of Asia, we have decided not to go to Global Fun anymore. We decided to just go play at Timezone which was located within the Mall. So, right after eating, we were heading towards the Timezone when we saw a bookstore. We went in. We browsed books. But one thing is for sure, We would never buy books. The M.V. Doulos books were more than enough for all of us, so we were just there browsing books. I saw that the time was already 3 o'clock, so I told them that we really have to go now, or we would suffer going home late. Off we go, to timezone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Time in The Zone of Timezone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We first looked up the location of Timezone. We found out that there were 2 places where Timezone was located and decided to go to the nearest to our location. When we got there, we bought our cards. The timezone that we went to was for kids, so we just played 1 game, Mario Kart! My favorite! ^_^ After playing, we headed over to the other timezone, the bigger one. We were having fun all of the time, I especially enjoyed the Dance Mania thing. It was so fun ^_^. We tried only a few games, because Rachelle wanted to go Karaoke mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Karaoke was the reason why we went home late. We were waiting for so long. T_T But it was Okay to wait because we had a good time singing songs. ^_^ After Karaoke-ing, I wanted to empty my credits by playing Dance mania before I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Smaller Bill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eek! I don't have any smaller bill than 500 pesos, so I had to buy something. I saw Wendy's, so I bought a Bacon Mushroom melt(which was soooo good) meal, so that I would have money to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Final Argument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This must be the final argument for the day -- what jeep to hop into. It was solved as I was sitting down. eating my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evil LRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We finally reached the LRT Station. We got our tickets, and we hopped in to the first LRT train that will stop on our station. The train was so populated. We were standing up, and my heavy bag is slowly taking its toll on my back, for it was hurting. T_T I thought that we were going home already, but to my surprise, the LRT was not moving. A few minutes later, we hear an announcement from the outside, that something was wrong at some place in the LRT's path, and all LRT operations were stopped. We wanted to wait. But it was taking too long now, and we don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks, Ivan's Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, Ivan made a call to his dad. His dad was just about to go somewhere, and he was near the vicinity of the LRT Station we were in, so we just got off the train and went down. We first went inside the McDonalds, because someone needed to text somebody(I forgot ^_^). Ivan's dad called the moment we entered McDonalds. He told us that he was very near, so we went out and waited for him. There were a lot of people outside, so I was worried on how we were going to be seen by Ivan's dad. But thankfully, he saw us, and we saw his car. We quickly boarded the vehicle, and we left the dreaded place. Ivan's dad dropped each and every one of us to where we were supposed to go, so thanks so much Ivan's Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My First Christmas Celebration in SSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, as far as I can say, my first time of celebrating Christmas in SSP was fun. I had a nice time, my family came with me, and I did a lot of things O_O. What I loved about it is the Mango Ice cream ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally, I finished writing this entry. Took me 3 hours. T_T but it was good. I remembered wonderful and fun times thanks to this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Finished 2:25PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-6601558498705986037?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/6601558498705986037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=6601558498705986037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6601558498705986037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6601558498705986037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/12/entry-5-happy-christmas.html' title='Entry #5: Happy Christmas'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-786076521714664389</id><published>2007-12-18T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:11:29.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #4: What a Meanie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practicing with Mr. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, after my English class, that was about 11:30, I quickly headed over to my former school, St. Stephen's High School for the practice with Mr. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; for the Dec. 24 stuff. I arrived early, so I decided to go in the school premises. There was an annual fair on-going. I first looked for some friends, and after saying hi and hello, loitering around, literally doing nothing, it was time for me to go to the church. I might be late for practice. I don't want to be late. I arrived just on time, because Mr. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; just came in the church. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; talked for a while, he needed to rest, for he was not feeling that good. After the "rest" moment, we went on with the practice. I really got out-of-place when we were practicing. I felt that I was not playing the accompaniment correctly. After playing the accompaniment, we rested again for we needed to wait for another person, Gregory. Wait a minute, I think I know him! I think he is my godfather's son! Woo! ^_^ Anyway, we practiced again, and then, we went to the fair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends at the Fair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forgot to write here about my friends that I saw as I was about to enter the school grounds. I saw Audrey and company. But something caught my eye. It was a male. Someone new? Oh! I remember! He's the one Audrey was talking about... Her BOYFRIEND!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway, lets get back to the fair. It was fun, because I saw a lot of friends, though I did not entertain most of them because I was expecting to see someone, someone I don't know who. I just sat around with Rachelle and company for a while. We talked about our scheduled going to the M.V. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doulos&lt;/span&gt; and Global Fun this coming Thursday. If you want to join us, ask Rachelle, Kristine, or Me about the details! After the chit-chat, I had to go buy food, but I ended up somewhere I don't want to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanie!!! MEANIE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just strolling around the fair, looking for some cheap food, when I came across a booth. I saw a friend and said hello to her. I wanted to help her in doing things like making signboards or something. But as this other person went into the scene, this MEANIE was very mean. I was just helping them, but he was so mean. If you were there, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; punched this guy already. Anyway, I won't go into details. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Successful Major! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a Monday. Time again for My major! This time, I was very well-prepared for my assignments. For the first time in my history, I did a good job! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so sorry that I wrote only little for my entry for this week. Its just that I'm so tired today. I only had 3 hours of sleep because of my theology assignment that was not even submitted because our professor was not there. Sorry.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's It!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I can conclude that this week was very tiring for me because of all the efforts I have exerted in practicing for my Major. ^_^ I hope that some day, I will be able to practice my Major and finish it within 5 hours ^_^. Someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-786076521714664389?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/786076521714664389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=786076521714664389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/786076521714664389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/786076521714664389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/12/entry-4-what-meanie.html' title='Entry #4: What a Meanie!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-5822998499441738633</id><published>2007-12-11T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:10:27.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #3: Major Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, No more Concerts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I'm so happy that there are no more concerts that I need to attend because I am participating in it. I'm so happy that I am now free of late-night practices and nearly restless nights(thanks Ivan.) If you want to watch the concert, it will be aired at Dec. 24, I don't know what time(I think it's 6pm or 4pm... not sure), on ABC 5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;face was&lt;/span&gt; actually projected on screen! I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, and a little proud(just little, as in minute). But anyway, I'm so happy that its all over now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "Major" Problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of the concert last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, and because of the rehearsals that was done a few days before that, I did not have the chance to practice my major (not until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, though) and I really got scared because the last time I had my major, I was scolded by my professor(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;, you know it already.. O_O It's ion the last entry) and I fear that I was to be scolded again. I really don't want to be scolded because I always do my best on everything(even on playing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). Well, I got to practice Saturday and Sunday, but it wasn't enough. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; practiced more at Sunday, when someone bugged me, asking if I can turn on the server. I really don't want to get in touch with the computer at that moment, because I was so frustrated already with the current piece I'm working on. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; H-A-R-D. ^^ I don't know how will I be able to finish that piece because it was a piece that involves techniques. This person then told me that he did not join his/her family so that he can just play. Imagine! That makes things harder. Now I can't just say: "No, I don't want to go to the computer because I am not yet done with my Major assignments. When I'm done with them, then that would be the time when I can open up the server so you can play in it." I asked myself for a few moments, thinking if I should just give up the assignment and just open up the server for him/her. Then it finally hit me. The answer to my question was yes. I don't know how it happened, but it did. I opened the computer, and started to play. There was a reason for opening the computer, it was to actually have a break. But I knew, that "break" would be very, very long. Well, it was already late, and I had to go sleep already. I decided to sleep early that night, so I would have the chance to practice the next morning. The next day came, I woke up. I looked at my watch and I found out that it was already six in the morning. I got angry with my mom at first, thinking that she forgot to wake me up; but a few moments later, I realized that it was me, my subconscious self, that was not waking me up. I really got frustrated and angry at myself. Why did I not wake up? Why did my subconscious decline the call of nature? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WHYYYY&lt;/span&gt;!!? As I was trying to review my assignments, I really couldn't think that much. I just feel so angry at myself. A few moments later, I just felt tears flowing down through my eyes. A few minutes more, and I was already crying like a baby. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. The reason? Maybe because it was really my fault for not being able to finish those assignments. Let's just skip the other details, too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; to tell. ^_^ Let's just go to the part where I'm already having my lesson. I got scolded again. Punished for not doing my assignments, but this time, I felt that the scolding was lighter than before. She was not that mad as before, and I felt a little relieved. ^_^ Well, the problem was solved, for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhat lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday. Lots of things were supposed to happen that day. Lots of quizzes, recitations, and many more that involves grades. I really didn't have the chance to study because of my Major assignments, so I was prepared to fail them all. Let's go and meet the Subjects: Filipino was the first in line with a quiz. It was already nine in the morning. She was supposed to be there before I even got to class. But I noticed that there were a lot of my classmates in the hallway, so I presumed that the professor was not yet there. A few moments(about 35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;) later, she finally showed up. She told us that something was wrong with her eye along with her news that the quiz will be moved to Wednesday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. The Music Listening was... somehow good, cause I knew most of the answers to the questions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Solfeggio&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand, was quite lucky. I got an easy number, and I got about 80% of the thing correct. I also finished the assignment for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Solfeggio&lt;/span&gt; and Theology that day, so I won't worry about anything else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finally arrived at home. It was already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; evening. I was tired already, and after I finished my assignments in theology, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a phone call from Mr. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;. He told me that we were going to have a practice this Saturday for the Christmas Eve Service. After that, I opened the computer to listen to the song that I was to play in the service. It was quite hard, but when I got the chords for it, well, I knew how to play it almost instantly. Then, I was tempted to play again, and I did(Thanks people who were online that time). Because of this, I woke up late a while ago. T_T Good thing, there was no classes. Ooh, let me tell you what happened yesterday, when I was playing. Allister asked me to send him a bot, to edit his character, and to cheat the game. I don't want my server to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cheat-zone&lt;/span&gt;! I, myself, don't give stuff to my chars(legitimate chars) in-game, and yet this person wants to cheat?! O_O.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's It!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just conclude that I should learn from my mistakes, and that I should just get over these things, these problems that I have been experiencing. Hopefully, someday, I will be able to manage time more efficiently, and I pray, that all the persons around me, will also manage their time more efficiently, and be more understanding with my situation. I have hidden the person's name in the Major problem, because he/she is not really a bad person, and I don't want our friendship to change. To the person who was affected by my writings right now, please do not be affected. I hope our friendship doesn't change ^_- I know that you are thankful for my sacrifices, and I appreciate that, but please understand my situation.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-5822998499441738633?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/5822998499441738633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=5822998499441738633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5822998499441738633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5822998499441738633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/12/entry-3-major-problem.html' title='Entry #3: Major Problem'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-9170384725589044764</id><published>2007-12-04T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:03:29.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #2: Too Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Batangas&lt;/span&gt; Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's a literal stuff. We had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Batangas&lt;/span&gt; last Friday because we had to deliver some things to the relatives of my sister's friend. Well, we travelled about 10 hours in total, but we only spent a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;(maybe around 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.) at the actual place. It was a very tiring day, especially if I could just stay at home and sleep(or play ^_^). I really don't want to go back there again, it's just too tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;H3 Convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have never been this tired ever. Well, all because of that Hero conference stuff. I really wanted to get a jacket, a GE jacket. They did tell me that there will be GE merchandises for sale, but I really wonder why there was no jackets. I did ask the people selling the stuff, but I got a very disappointing answer -- "We're currently out of stock." I did respond with a question, asking them if it would be available the following day(Sunday, because it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; at that time.) The following day, that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, I went again to the convention not to just grab a hold of the jacket, but to actually enjoy the convention in itself. Well, after knowing that the jacket would not be sold because its still out of stock, I went over to the GE booth to actually submit my perfect attendance thingy. After getting the in-game stuff, which was a combat manual (beginner)[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eew&lt;/span&gt;! I don't like beginners &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, but thanks anyway], I proceeded around the vicinity of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SMX&lt;/span&gt;. I really got tired because I was strolling around endlessly, trying to find someplace to sit down and rest a bit. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; tired because of standing the whole 3-4 hours T_T.(I'm not thinking while I'm writing these stuffs because.. I need to meet with some friend at 11:15 maybe, so I'm rushing typing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiredness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the convention, I was really, really tired but I still needed to go watch the Choral Competition(Voices in Harmony) joined by my former school. It was the finals night already, and I really wanted to watch it. And so, I was there, listening to all the contestants, counting their mistakes. I really don't know how the Ramon Magsaysay(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cubao&lt;/span&gt;) won, but I guess, its just my own opinion. ^_^ I don't want to write my opinion about our school, because I do not want to hurt or make them proud of themselves. ^_^ Anyway, I did not have the chance to finish the contest because it was already late at night, and I really need the sleep. Disappointingly, I had to stay up that night because I needed to finish my Major Assignments for the following day. I was really tired(*gasp* I keep on stressing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), but I still did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First Major Mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still literal in meaning. My first major mistake.. T_T I felt so bad after being scolded by my professor in my major yesterday. "Nothing I could do there", I thought. But it was really my fault in the first place. Oh no, I mean, it was the conservatory's fault! You see, they have been asking us to attend practices late in the afternoon for a concert I didn't even volunteer to join. How funny. I am really, really disappointed and afraid that I won't be able to practice again this week because of this evil concert. ITS JUST A UNIT. A unit only takes 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; in college, 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; A WEEK. Basing from my own calculations, I therefore conclude that after this event, I can actually not attend all of my Large Ensemble classes, because this week has already made up for every single meeting of the Large Ensemble. But one thing is for sure, I will still attend the stuff, I don't want to have an FA anyway. ^_^ Okay, back to the main topic of this sub-topic. I was scolded by my professor because I was late and I forgot my notebook. She forgave me this time, and told me that I have to bring my notebook next time, or I won't be able to have my Major next time. I was really disappointed at myself. My self-esteem dropped about 20 points(out of 120, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;). I really wanted to kill myself at that time, for giving in to Ivan's temptations. Ivan, if you are reading this, I won't be able to play with you this week, I need to redeem myself. I need to practice a lot this week, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Theology &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Oopsie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was theology. Yesterday, our professor posted an online activity on the yahoo groups. I thought it was supposed to be done by today, but it wasn't so I was happy that I didn't do it(When I should have done it so I won't have problems... right?) But just about an hour ago, we had an exam. I think I failed it, but I trust in God, I believe that whatever happens with that paper, it was God's will, and it would be for the betterment of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's It!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, all I can say about this week? I just don't want bad things to happen again. But guess what? They'll keep on coming. Someone told me(I think it was a speaker somewhere) that if we are not suffering, then we are not Christians, because Jesus Christ told us that we will be persecuted and such. I just want to persevere more, WORK HARDER!! ^_^ and, of course, study harder too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-9170384725589044764?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/9170384725589044764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=9170384725589044764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/9170384725589044764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/9170384725589044764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/12/episode-two-too-tired.html' title='Entry #2: Too Tired'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3669308188297069810</id><published>2007-11-27T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:03:52.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #1: A New Blog Name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Change of Title&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, That's sooo true. I have already changed my title to "Tuesdays with Mondie" from the former title: "The Adventures of Mondie". The reason why I did it is because I notice that I don't have that much time to write on my blog(Except tuesdays). I made that title(The Adventures of... Mondies) because I wanted to tell you about my everyday experiences; but since I don't have that much time to write all about them, I just changed it to Tuesdays with Mondie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil Ivan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I think you do know that I do go home late this week because I have some rehearsals for the 90th anniversary of my former school right? Well, of course, after five grueling hours of standing up, trying to polish every action, and other things, I would be tired of course, exhausted from the things that I have just done. But when I get home, one person bothers me when I want to sleep already -- Ivan. Lucky me, I won't be able to sleep. He asked me to turn on for him my MondieRO, so he can play. I really wanted to sleep already, but I don't know how he does it, that he enables me to actually stay up late. And the disadvantage of that is waking up late than usual, lacking sleep in going to school. It was a thursday, and I have classes at 7am the following day. Lucky me, I forced myself to sleep early. But still, I didn't have the chance to get enough sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things just keep on coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the 90th anniversary was done, I was so relieved and tired that the whole thing was done already. I am already having some doubts about joining another one like it. But somehow, God must have listened to me as I was murmuring it in my mind, that he has sent another concert which I was involuntarily volunteered. It was the Christmas concert of the Church in UST(I think). I really didn't want to join this event because I know that Practices will be more late than it was in school because it is a college. Sigh... Practices start tomorrow at 5pm. One of my classmate who was also joining the said concert told me that the practice will end at 8 approximately. When I heard that, a big "OH NO" cloud evaporated in my brain. NO!! I don't want to go home late anymore! I haven't even recovered from my fatigue last week, and then here comes another one to actually wear me out more?! ..... This... must... be... perseverance!! I must persevere, to trust in God's will, even if I feel tired, I just have to believe that this was God's plan to make me a better person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90th Anniversary Performance day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, let me narrate to you the hidden events during the day of performance in the 90th anniversary of my former school. It was a Sunday, the last day of performance. We were actually in the room, waiting for nothing. A moment later, someone comes up, and looking angry, he asked us why we are not in the make-up room yet. Of course, I knew that that time was already our time to go to the make-up room, but someone told us that there were only 3 make-up artists at that time. Some time later, in the company call, we were blamed by the staff because we were "late" for our make-up. Actually, I could've stood up and told them that it was not us to blame for the delay in the schedule, because it was really tha mek-up artists who were late, not us. But anyway, I just left the topic. Man, I'm so tired, I don't even know what I'm writing about =P. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry, My Proffie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only my professor in my major (piano lesson in simple terms) can read this, I would like to confess to her because I was not able to have my major yesterday. I was really tired yesterday, because we came home at 12am already and I woke up late. I did call her, to tell her that I couldn't come to my major today, but I was so bothered. I always remember the times when she told me that I shouldn't miss a single major. But i did miss one now. I shouldn't miss another one ever again. T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's It!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's about all of the events that have transpired this week. Oh, I forgot to tell you guys, I already finished the Maximum Ride series. Well, I really did hate the last part, because I think the ending forgot some details, but it was good anyway. This part is the new "In Conclusion..." segment of my former posts. From now on, I will post my conclusions for my entries. Now, for my conclusion. Well, this week was awful. I had a lot of downs (rarely I had ups) but I know that God is testing me, for Him to actually know if I will cling unto Him or not. I just want to tell Him, that I will Persevere, and cling unto Him, forever. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3669308188297069810?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3669308188297069810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3669308188297069810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3669308188297069810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3669308188297069810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/11/entry-1-new-blog-name.html' title='Entry #1: A New Blog Name!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-6932912060772097108</id><published>2007-11-20T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:03:53.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode One: Tuesday with Mondie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got today's title for this episode, the first episode(again) from some book with the same(Well, almost the same) title. I actually forgot what title that was, I think that it rhymes with the title I made up. Maybe I'm starting to like to read books again? Well, I guess this marks the start of another Blogging kabooish. I just wanted to tell to the people who are reading my blog that.. I thank you for reading my blog. I hope that you will continue to read my blog with patience and understanding in case I was not able to make a new blog entry. I can't blame myself for the "awesome" assignments and projects that we were entitled to do. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maximum Ride. wee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was already amused when I heard the title from my former classmate, Zachary. When I asked about the book, its story, well, I sort of liked it a little bit. But not to the point of actually snatching it away from him at that time and reading it. (LOL) We were asked to read a novel, anything that we liked, and do a book report with it. I really don't know what book to read, since I stopped reading a few years ago. I resorted then to a solution: To find a new book, or to borrow from my former classmates which were, uhh... how would I call it... "Book" geeks. -- Did not mean to offend. I just can't find an appropriate name. ^_^ Well, that day, we went to a book store in a mall, and I tried my best to find a title that I would like, or maybe an author that I know. Nothing. No familiar name, and no title that I know of. But anyway, I still kept on looking for a book. I was about to give up already, but I saw one book. Its author was very familiar, but sadly, I forgot what was his name right now. I guess I'll just add it in later. Anyway, the book was entitled "Babylon Rising", not that much interesting in my opinion. But anyway, I still bought it, thinking that it would be exciting since the author was the one who wrote the Left Behind™(or was it ®) series. We then went to another book store, to search for more books, luckily, I didn't find any. ^_^ We, I mean me and my 2 other classmates, went on our separate ways after the book hunt. Well, I went straight home. And... that's the time I thought about that book that my former classmate was reading.. "Maximum Ride", about people planted with 2% avian DNA.... hmm, sounds exciting, but I wouldn't know unless I have a look at it; so, with eagerness and determination, I texted him. Oh, his name was Zachary in case I forgot to type it. ^_^ I asked him if I could borrow the book, for a book report. Thank God, he said yes. ^_^ I then went online and researched about the book. Was it nice? Will I like it? Does it have more than 3 books in its series? All those questions answered as I browsed through the pages of the author's website. I think I will like the book, but I'm still not sure. The day that we were supposed to pass the titles of our books finally came. I was afraid because if I write the title of that book in that paper, and I didn't like the book, I will hate myself. I should have just changed it to the book that I bought, "Babylon Rising". Anyway, I still wrote "Maximum Ride" in the paper. When he was checking the books that we were to read, and finally arrived at my name, he gave a good response to the author of the book. He told me that he was a good writer, as told by Kris Aquino O_O. Well, I guess I will like the book. Skipping unimportant scenes(because I forgot them =p), we go over to my former school. I was waiting at the church steps when I saw a very tall person walk through the blue gate. It was Zachary, carrying a yellow Shoe Mart plastic bag. I thought that it was the books, and Maximum Ride was in there. And it was! ^_^ woo. I can finally know if the book was nice or not. I started reading the book, and it was really good. It was the first sci-fi novel that I read. Well, I didn't get hooked up that easily to the book, but when Monday arrived, (Music week. I'll tell about it later) I got addicted to the book. I managed to finish more than 150 pages of the book in just a quarter-day! I didn't notice myself that I already finished half of the book by lunch! Well, I just think that this book was awesome, and that I hope I could have a copy of them myself. That's it for the book. I'm still reading it now, nearing the end of the first book. If only I can make a book report on the series, not just the first book, then I would do it. The book makes me feel so alive. LOL. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music Week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never felt music week this week. Maybe because it has just started? I don't know actually. I just feel that the conservatory of music didn't prepare much for this "week". Well, there was a Book fair at our lobby in the 5th floor, but there's only 1 group selling, which means they would overprice their books by a few hundred pesos. And one more thing, the activities were not even introduced to freshmen students, like us. What we gonna do now? Music week is just like the same normal week wherein we have classes, and it never ends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing after the other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I don't know what happened but I involuntarily volunteered for another concert 2 weeks after the 90th anniversary concert of my former school. It was a choir concert, and I'm part of the choir again. I don't know how I came to be, it happened so fast. One moment I was just sitting down, reading the book that I bought the day before, then, at the next minute, they give me a score of the songs, and they were telling me that I am already part of the thingy. I didn't want to get involved that much in very tiring activities. I felt horrible as I imagined rehearsals &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; late at night, not being able to get to my classes on time because of these evil rehearsals. Lucky me, I get to keep myself "overbusy" again. But I am not worrying that much. Because everything was meant to happen for our own good. I think the purpose of these things was to teach me a new lesson, and I'll tell you guys about it if I already know what it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oops!", my mom and my brother exclaimed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Sunday, I had rehearsals till 8pm. Me and my brother have already agreed that he will be the one to fetch me at school that day. It was 7:15. We were in the middle of a practice when my phone vibrated. It was a text message. From my brother. It was stated in the text message that he was already at school, most probably waiting for me to go out. But I did tell him that my exitting time was to happen somewhere around 8. Well, I texted him and told him that I won't be finished till 8 because its supposed to end at eight! =.= Oh, and if I remember correctly, the same thing happened yesterday, the difference was it was my mom that fetched me, along with my brothers, and they texted my that they were near the school at around six. My, my. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oops, I forgot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aww, I missed this section of the entry, the Oops, I forgot section. This is the section where I usually express my feelings about forgetting a lot of things, and today, I will tell you about my "Forgotten" events. One was the Filipino assignment for Monday. I remembered it Sunday night. I also remembered that we don't have a functional printer at home, so I thought of someone who could actually print it for me. Syntia! I texted her, and she misunderstood at first, claiming that I will text her the assignment (Which I WILL NOT DO EVER! *.*), but in the end, she agreed to print it for me. Thanky Lord I said. One more thing that I have forgotten is about my Major also on Monday (Still, it was a Sunday). I decided just to trust God in what I learned the past days, and just slept along with the fear of failing in Solfeggio. It was the first graded recitation for the semester. I did not perform well. I promise. And at my Major, she told me that... err.. I still did not do good, in a page at least. ^_^ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still have a lot of things to write about, but I don't have time to do so. It's lunchtime right now, and I have to go to SSHS to learn my new assignments in my major. I would love to write more, but I have to stop. Now, back to the topic of this Sub-Topic. I think these days(since this was an entry compilation of what had happened about 3-4 days &lt;/em&gt;ago) &lt;em&gt;were very... tiring, and challenging in a sense. I think God really comes in this part. The part where in I have to persevere(The message last Sunday in Joy Fellowship), and just trust fully in Him. I do have some doubts, but I will do my best, my very best, to set them aside. This ends episode one: Tuesday with Mondie. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-6932912060772097108?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/6932912060772097108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=6932912060772097108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6932912060772097108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6932912060772097108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/11/episode-one-tuesday-with-mondie.html' title='Episode One: Tuesday with Mondie'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8725103075358552042</id><published>2007-11-12T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:20:59.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Start of A New Journey(Hopefully) Again. ^_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe, its been a long, long, long, long time already since I wrote about my life. Frankly, I don't know what to say. Well, I didn't have anything else to do today.. so I guess God has given me time to write about the events that have transpired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irritato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It all happened during practice of the Anniversary choir just a few hours ago. By the way, the annivesary choir is the one that will be singing for the 90th anniversary of the school. Its supposed to be in July, but for some very unknown reason, it transformed into November 24 and 25. Anyway, since the last practice, I have been very irritated by the movement when the so-called "Mary" and "Joseph" will knock at nowhere and we were supposed to answer no by turning our heads left and right. Lucky me, I didn't know that we were supposed to do that; so, obviously, I was "scolded" for not doing such. The next run that same day(Not today ^_^), I did turn my head now, but he, Mr. Chinggoy Alonzo(Hopefully, I spelled it correctly), the director(?) of the anniversary program, said that I still did not turn my head. I forgave him at that time, because I really didn't know that I was supposed to turn my head anyway. The next week, that is... today, we did a run-through again. I was the only college student at that time, and I really am trying to do my best. As we arrived at that part again where we needed to turn our head, well, I did turn my head now. He still said that I did not do it correctly, but I think I did it correctly. Well, the source of my irritation was at the director. Yes, I did acknowledge my mistake for not being able to do an action that I didn't even know how to do, but the point that he is still badmouthing me(I can tell because he was pointing at me, with an angry face[DUHH!!!] and looking as if he will swallow me alive). Well, finally, he stopped there. It was a really good thing, because I was really, really pissed off at that evil turning head motion. Because of this wondrous and spectacular event, I hid my feelings, and tried to finish the run-through as calm and as organized as possible. Well, what I did to actually control my anger was to sing 2x louder than I usually do. They should have noticed it, because I didn't hear any of the sopranos singing =P. I was really agitated at some part of the run-through when Jasper nudged me. I was about to explode(haha.) Its a good thing that I can still control myself at that time, and I had some patience in me, hoping that the actual nightmare would end soon. And just in a few mins, it did end. Finally. It's over. After the practice, I asked someone how the move was supposed to be. And... well, I finally knew how to do it ^_^. I still feel some anger, but what the heck, I expressed it here anyway. What's important is that I had someone to share this piece of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Other Stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was the first day of classes for Rudiments 2(Pre-Music Theory), and Philippine Government and Constitutions or PGC as we call it. Both classes started late, and ended awkwardly early. Lets just skip that part.. lolz. Let's go to the Solfeggio class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solfeggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Solfeggio last semester was easy. I can tell that to you now. It's because the subject is hard. Because of a new professor, the subject revealed its true form to us. It was... evil!! LOL It was awfully harder than ever. Imagine, she plays a note, and you have to know what that note is! She plays a chord, and you have to know what kind of chord it is! She plays a beat, you'll have to know how to notate it! Well, I don't know if you understand what I'm saying(hopefully you do), but that's just the beginning of more things to come. (Watch out for the next Solfepisode![Just thought of that title right now=P])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I guess, are those days where in things just aren't the way you expect them to be. We just have to be strong, rely on God, and things, even though they may be emotionally, academically, or even physically hurting, we can all finish them, accomplish them, overcome them. ^_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-8725103075358552042?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8725103075358552042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8725103075358552042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8725103075358552042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8725103075358552042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/11/start-of-new-journeyhopefully-again.html' title='A Start of A New Journey(Hopefully) Again. ^_-'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-6872205930463525928</id><published>2007-09-13T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:45:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book ?, Episode...? A Start Of Yet Another Book...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good News, Bad News...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, after a few "years" of days, I am finally able to write on my blog again! That's too good news to be untrue; but sadly, I must cut down my blogging times to just one day: that is Thursdays. Its because my music assignments are few, yes they are, but they take too much of my time to perfect. Thursday is the only day that I have a lot of time, so I can write my blog entries for that certain week,  and it starts today! Weee~~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Events Today(Sept 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what a coincidence I must say. This is the first day of my blog writing right? Guess what, I can write about something today! It was actually the time when we already finished our class in English 101a, Michael Allan Estrella approached me. Well, he said hello, and of course, I said hi. He was beating around the bush for a moment, and well, when we got out of the building, he finally said it. He wanted to go to our house. I got shocked obviously and tried to decline.. but well, I couldn't decline, and so we hop on the jeep towards home. While we are traveling towards our home, let's first talk about what happened before that. I woke up later than usual today. Luckily, I'm not late for theology today. This was the first time that I was reciting in class -- because the topic was well, not that boring anyway. After class, I saw a group of people making a commotion at the teacher's table. I walked closer, and then I found out that... they were looking at the Preliminary Exam Grades!! EEEK!! I want to see mine too. ^_^ And so, I waited there, waited and waited, until it is the professor who asked my name instead of me giving it to him. Well, as I was looking, I first saw a 71(T_T OH NO!! -- i thought) but.. later on, I noticed that it was the wrong line, and I got an 89! Yay! Thank You Lord! I went to the elevator after this event. Now, this is where it gets weird. When we were about to reach the ground floor, for some odd, weird, eerie, mysterious, inexplicable(paranormal?! :P) reason, I jumped. I shouldn't have jumped. That's a bad thing to do in an elevator -- it creates feeaaar amongst the passengers. But frankly, I didn't know that I jumped on the elevator until my classmate told me that I jumped on the elevator. Because of this, the elevator girl scolded me. T_T I'm so sorry elevator girl, I won't do it again. T_T Anyway, going back to the way home, we finally reached home. Well, as my first guest, I don't know how to treat him! Eek, i tell myself, as I sat down and looked at him. Good thing, my father was there and well, he sort of helped me. We ate a little, he was playing on the computer while I was practicing my pieces, and he finally decided to go home(No offense!! I didn't want to offend Allan by this statement.) It's actually OK for me if he wanted to go to our house, but he should have at least told me some few days before, because I was really unprepared. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I think having a blog is very crucial to someone's life -- it may help build up one's personality, but it can also destroy relationships. We should take care of our blogs and treat it like it is our babies. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-6872205930463525928?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/6872205930463525928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=6872205930463525928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6872205930463525928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6872205930463525928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/09/book-episode-start-of-yet-another-book.html' title='Book ?, Episode...? A Start Of Yet Another Book...'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-6197733029543181269</id><published>2007-08-10T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:48:08.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait: Awesome News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yapooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The funds for buying a new PC has just come today. In a few weeks (hopefully next week, by any chance) We are finally going to have a brand new PC! ^_^ What's more, it is quite powerful, and it will have a better cooling system, which means our computer will finally survive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than 3 years!(Hopefully) And also, this year I think would be the year that we will finally have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DSL&lt;/span&gt; connection ^_^ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wohoo&lt;/span&gt;! And when our computer is back on, I will start writing about my daily adventures -- I can't wait.! I will be able to play my &lt;a href="http://urbandead.com/"&gt;URBAN DEAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! In the meantime, I will tell you about what happened while the endless water was falling down from the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Great Flood (Part One)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Wednesday, I woke up late, because I knew that there were no classes in our university -- it was a celebration of what seemed to be the feast of St. Dominic or something like that. When I went down our varnished wooden stairs, sorry i forgot to count how many it was; Anyway, a very horrible, extraordinary, unbelievable sight went into my brain: FLOOD!! eek! It's been a while since we had water inside our house. The water was quite high, it almost got to my mom's very old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily, we were able to clean the house, but it took us till lunch to do so. I went to school after the cleaning stuff, to practice my assignments and to go play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to play with my friend, Ivan, but guess what, he wasn't able to come to school because of the evil rain. I played a while. Noticing that my brother was online, we teamed up to kill monsters, we had fun killing such powerless monsters. ^_^ After that, we went home and I slept early, expecting no classes on the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Great Flood (Part Two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, I expected that there would be no flood because we made sure no water would get inside our house; but as it turns out, the flood had overcome the water barriers! But at least, the flood wasn't so great at all, we were able to prevent it from uprising. Anyway, I went to school again today, to finish one assignment finally. After that, I went off to play again. This time, I got too bored with what I am doing, so I played a little of o2jam to change the playing environment. Today,  I went to my mom's office, because my brother plays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Espada&lt;/span&gt; there, Luckily, I didn't get a computer unit to play on. I ended up playing o2jam the whole hour. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Events That Had Happened Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up very early today to actually study for my Preliminary Examination in Filipino. I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, only a few pages (about 5 or 6 I think) and then I fell asleep. I woke up at precisely 7:30 am. I wanted to continue my studying, but I had to move quickly, or else I will be late for the exam. I almost got late, but I didn't! The teacher was late-er than I was, so I had time to get my examination permit from the office. ^_^ But sadly, I think I failed my exam. The questions that came out were just too hard for me. Maybe because I didn't study the half of the actual pointers, but I was so fortunate to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a set wherein the questions came from that half which I haven't studied or reviewed. Anyway, I went to the Office after the exam, hoping to get a studio to practice, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;personnel&lt;/span&gt; in charge of renting the studios is missing. I therefore went to the Library instead, to type this Episode (I like it as a story better O_O since I will start my real writing when our computer has been resurrected and healed to full health points) And I wasted a lot of time but it's just OK with me because I don't have a studio to practice on anyway. Right after posting this Episode, I'm off to photocopy a part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cramer&lt;/span&gt; Studies -- my assignment on the next piano lesson in the university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-6197733029543181269?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/6197733029543181269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=6197733029543181269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6197733029543181269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6197733029543181269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/08/wait-awesome-news.html' title='The Wait: Awesome News'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2364194202405532742</id><published>2007-08-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:43:43.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue: The Time is Near.</title><content type='html'>Yep. It is near ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're almost going to have a compueter now! Its just a few weeks away till the day when I will come back here and write about my adventures! Yay, Finally, I can express myself once more and at the same time enhance my typing capabilities for o2jam! (LOL) Anyway, I hope that when that day comes, I will be able to write a lot of stuff about my college life. For the meantime, I hope that you will be patient out there, and I will let you know if I already have a computer. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2364194202405532742?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2364194202405532742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2364194202405532742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2364194202405532742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2364194202405532742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/08/prologue-time-is-near.html' title='Prologue: The Time is Near.'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1377835555861009275</id><published>2007-07-09T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:24:15.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Nine: The Fire is Already Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Late-Early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I woke up late today because I wasn't able to sleep early last night -- it also means that I will arrive at school quite late. Surprisingly, I wasn't late -- I was even earlier than usual. Anyway, I sat down there with Leslie, and we were somewhat chatting about our subjects, we even made fun of some events that had happened in our subjects. Just after a few minutes, I already said goodbye to her, for I needed to start my journey to the third floor(where my major is at). Last week, we were simultaneous in going to the third floor; but this time, I had to go earlier, because she told me that her major was divided into two sessions, which means that she only has 30 mins of lesson today, and 30 mins of lesson tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Arsonist... O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My lesson, started quite roughly because I wasn't able to study my Hanon because it went on a makeover last week. But anyway, as we neared the end of my assignments, I performed good. My, when she gave the assignments for next week, my lungs fell out, my heart overpumped, my mind nearly exploded -- but she didn't notice. I just agreed to everything that she said, thinking of a solution to actually practice everything within less than a week. As My teacher went out to have a C.R. break, I looked at my watch, it was already Nine in the morning, the time for my next subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;FFFFFFFilipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(the F's are supposed to be a somewhat dashing effect.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When she came back, I didn't absorb much of what she had said, because I needed to teleport to my classroom within 5 mins. After getting out of the room, I tried to teleport, but sadly, I'm not Hiro Nakamura(or was it Takamura) that I can teleport anywhere I like; besides, it's so fictional ^_^ so I just ran my way to the 5th floor again from the 3rd floor. When I got in class, I gave my apology to out professor and explained why I was late. Good thing, she understood. ^_^ And so I sit down in my chair, obviously exhausted from sprinting all the way from the 3rd floor. She asked us to get a sheet of paper. I got scared -- I haven't studied the history of Filipino yet T_T. Good thing, our Professor told us that the paper was a reaction paper [Dumb Comment: If it was a reaction paper, it must contain reactions. But what kind of reactions?]. I jumped in joy deep within, relieved from the stress of actually having a quiz. I didn't know what to write actually, but I just wrote what I first thought of; in the end, I was able to write quite a long reaction about the concert last friday (I'm glad I didn't tune out during the concert. ^_^). Finally, Filipino was finished -- but I was hungry already T_T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Irritating Scoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A Scoop is what you get when you buy ice cream from an ice cream store. But the scoop I'm talking about is the Musical scoop, it's where a singer goes through a series of notes before hitting the correct note (Imagine two points, one higher than the other. Instead of actually going directly to the point, the line goes to a some sort of curve before actually going to the point.). It was quite irritating because I hate scoops. ^_^ But at least I have progressed in listening intellectually in musical pieces. When our professor was discussing about the song that we were listening to, I wanted to take down notes; however, as I try to get my pen and write, I felt the blistering pain of my tummy -- I was already nearly almost dying from hunger. But because of my perserverance of telling myself and actually instilling in my mind that I am not hungry, and I won't be hungry till lunchbreak, I managed to write a few notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hear-Write Ability Slower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was time for Philippine History already, a session where my hear-write ability is absolutely needed. I tried to remember everything that she said, but my mental capacity was quite small because of hunger. I wasn't able to write a lot of notes, I even missed some important things. But anyway, I still managed to keep myself calm and unhungry throughout the session. We were just dismissed after she recapped us with the things that we have studied in the past meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I Not Like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was rushing to eat, but I got problematic of my new task: a leader in a group in Filipino, wherein we are supposed to make a program that will perform something for the month of August. I didn't even notice my classmates that were already in front of me unless they called me. We ate at some place far away from the entrance because Mabsy's was quite full of consumers. The food was quite not OK with me, but I still ate it anyway. ^_^ After that, we were walking towards school when something bad happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Peer Pressured 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Man, those evil guys... T_T they actually succeeded in making me cut class. I was so guilty T_T. But anyway, it has already been done, so I can't do anything about it anymore. I promised myself that that was the first and last time I'll cut class because I just went off to play. I will never do it again because it made me really, really guilty. But it's OK if we play after classes. I'm not angry at them because they pressured me, I'm angry at myself because I let myself get into trouble. I guess I should eat a lot more so I can think straight on important matters. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In Conclusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today was a day of Guilt. I didn't expect that I would cut class. But I learned from my mistake now, I thank God for He has given me a lesson to learn. I somehow forgot my goal in studying in the conservatory of music: to graduate and be a concert pianist. ^_^ I remembered this thanks to Mr. Conrado Ong. I just hope that in the following days, I won't forget my goal. ^_^&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/5538561021983746335-1377835555861009275?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1377835555861009275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1377835555861009275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1377835555861009275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1377835555861009275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/episode-nine-fire-is-already-big.html' title='Episode Nine: The Fire is Already Big'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-5026279767570942828</id><published>2007-07-08T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:12:49.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Eight: Good Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Evil Brain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My, my alarm isn't that effective anymore. I don't wake up even if it's loud; well, I guess I have to change my alarm tune to a more unfamiliar and most probably noisy one. Because of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt; phenomena, I was quite late for practice at the church today. We were about four all in all at that time, and people started coming in when we were already done practicing, and needed to go to the church already for the service is about ti start. I was quite sleepy because I slept late yesterday -- my sleep wasn't even enough that I started acting as if I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-Pity?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was the first time that I prayed a long prayer in a worship service. I don't know why, but I feel that I need to pray to God and tell Him a lot of things that had happened this week. Well, I guess I have pity for myself. I've been working on my assignments all day this week, and somehow, I feel that I don't give time for myself(Oh no, I hope I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exaggerate&lt;/span&gt; on this one next week.. T_T). I also prayed for time management, that I won't waste a single minute. And the best(est) prayer I made was that I will learn to trust Him more often because this week, I don't know why, but I seem to have lost faith in God at some point in the week. Maybe I'll be able to find the culprit of this merciless doubt this week. ^_^ Anyway, after the offertory, I just felt that I needed to go to Joy Fellowship because I need to help someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My feeling was right -- I really needed to help someone. I t was Gillian. She was the pianist for today, and she was having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a hard&lt;/span&gt; time in one of the songs top be played in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;singspiration&lt;/span&gt; today, so she asked me to play it instead. If I didn't arrive earlier, then I would not have the chance to help a friend in need because the early Morning Worship Service today ended quite late. During &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;singspiration&lt;/span&gt;, I was astounded by the efforts being made by Gillian; however, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;song leaders&lt;/span&gt; got quite confused on what to sing so I played the melody so that they won't sing the wrong note. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;singspiration&lt;/span&gt;, we had a thanksgiving prayer for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;singspiration&lt;/span&gt; and we seated in our chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Body is There; But The Mind is Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I listened to all the words that the speakers, both in the worship service and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Joyi&lt;/span&gt; Fellowship, but I don't remember a thing when I tried to recall what topic was discussed, I couldn't remember a thing -- literally. And during care group, I dozed off with my eyes open. I only came back to my consciousness when we discussed about something which I don't remember now O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Espada&lt;/span&gt; Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Espada&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MMORPG&lt;/span&gt;) after eating, I finally decided that every Sunday will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt; day -- I will not play computer games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt;. ^_^ Anyway, I had a nice time again. I played on Vivaldi this time because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pachelbel&lt;/span&gt; server was somewhat malfunctioning; but I had fun playing anyway. After playing, I went home of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off-Topic: It's back to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you can see, my episode is longer than before. this is because I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; now to write my episodes -- good thing. I just hope that I will still have more time throughout the week so I will be able to write episodes as long as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was amazed by how God worked in my life today. I  just prayed about what's happening to my life, and here He comes, with a platter of solutions. I'm thankful for what I have experienced today. IS  A MIRACLE!! ^_^(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Grammatical&lt;/span&gt; Error was not an incidence of forgetfulness, I just wanted it that way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-5026279767570942828?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/5026279767570942828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=5026279767570942828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5026279767570942828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5026279767570942828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/episode-eight-good-timing.html' title='Episode Eight: Good Timing'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-5748534858687872793</id><published>2007-07-07T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:11:21.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Seven: Over The Limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still the wrong day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wore yellow today, and when I came in, the guard actually sermoned me for not wearing the uniform -- I thought today was the REAL yellow day for conservatory students!? *scratches head* I guess not. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ULEns (Unexposed Large Ensemble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had vocalization exercises today. ^_^ Pretty exciting, somehow tiring. Somehow, I noticed that we were only few. Later on, our teacher explained why we were only few: there was some person who wrote at some board that we won't have L-Ens today; but anyway, we were pretty much many(ooh, repetitiveness ^_^ I like it LOL) After the class, me and my blockmates went down already, for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lucky for Those Who Have Worksheets" -- Wilfredo Valois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yep, we sure are lucky. I'm happy that I did my assigment (even if it's only a part of it) because I get grades -- my hard work payed off somehow. ^_^ A part in our assignment that I didn't answer, was acutally the most interesting one -- too bad I didn't answer it, it would've been fun ^_^. Anyway, After english, I ate somewhere and proceeded to school(H.S.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GE Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My, I guess I'm addicted to G.E. Already. After playing the piano, practicing my Bach, I went to the internet shop. This time, I played on Vivaldi (The Last time, I was on Pachelbel) It's fun.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Again... SORRY!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't remember events after this moment. I remember fragments, but they're incomplete. Don't worry next time, I'll write about it on the day. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm so much tired today, maybe because of yesterday -- sleeping late and waking up early. I just hope that I wake up early for tomorrow's Worship Service. ^_-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-5748534858687872793?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/5748534858687872793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=5748534858687872793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5748534858687872793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5748534858687872793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/episode-seven-over-limit.html' title='Episode Seven: Over The Limit'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-5291910873057148399</id><published>2007-07-06T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:39:00.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Six: Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oops, Wrong Day ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yesterday, during english, the speaker announced that we were supposed to wear yellow today; but when I came in school, I later discovered that the announcement was for the students of the College of Education. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We had the discussion about our assignment today. I volunteered to recite; luckily, I didn't say a 'bleh' -- YAY ^_^ I can't explain how happy I am. ^_^ After Filipino was a break, so we went to buy a book for english. When we got back, we were still early for our next subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippine History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again, it's a time of mind-blowing hear-write session with Ms Fule. And.. Blah Blah Blah ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Skip a few events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just want to get to important events today, since I don't remember much because I was very tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aww, I didn't see my grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were going to have our exam on solfeggio today. We were quite anxious because we didn't know what number will our professor give us. It was an individual exam, lucky us, because we were one of the last people -- we didn't get much nervous because allour other classmates went home already (It was a few minutes past the end of our subject) When it was my turn, I just sang a part of number 14, and he stopped me. I thought I sang wrongly so.. I got quite scared, but he told me I was already done. O_O After a few chitty chatties with my last-mates(the 'left-behind' people), I went to the office to get a studio. After practicing contemporary stuff, I gave back the keys and proceeded to my mom's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Overall, the concert was excellent. The flutist was so virtousic with his flute. ... That's all ^_^ After the concert, we went home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I still had to do my assignment in english for tomorrow because we still have english tomorrow. Sigh, I really wanted to sleep already, but I had no choice, I answered 60% of the assignments and just slept. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I don't remember anything much, perhaps maybe because I was too tired today...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just hope that days like these won't happen again. ^_^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-5291910873057148399?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/5291910873057148399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=5291910873057148399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5291910873057148399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5291910873057148399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/episode-six-surprises.html' title='Episode Six: Surprises'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-4324240555570103961</id><published>2007-07-05T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:19:34.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Five: First Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No Theology!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today was supposed to be a normal day. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should have&lt;/span&gt; had Theology today, but something came up all of a sudden, and we had to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CFAD&lt;/span&gt; Building(College of Fine Arts and Design). When we got there, we noticed a lot of paintings around the lobby. Our professor asked us to look around while waiting for our turn at a room called "Gallery" which ended up to be a some sort of AVG(Audio-Visual Gallery) ^_-. As we settled down, the painter introduced himself. He also told us his testimony: when he started painting, where he gets his ideas, when he paints the painting, and how the his own paintings changed his life. He showed to us a documentary about one of his paintings, which he made all by himself. It was very interesting, and very heartwarming. But something ruined the momentum of feelings -- some class that's late. They were ducking, yes they were, but they ended up blocking the whole thing because they duck IN FRONT of the LCD projector. -_- Anyway, after that, we went back to our building and waited for our next subject -- English.... which reminds me, I forgot to do the assignment in English!!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh, what a waste, I forgot to do my assignment in English yesterday; but somehow, I got a few more answers before our class started. We passed our assignments in class, and we ended somehow earlier, because we started late. Anyway, I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foodstore&lt;/span&gt; beside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mabsy's&lt;/span&gt; T_T to eat. After that, I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Finally Able to Play G.E.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After practicing piano for an hour, I went out to take a break. I tried to find an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; shop to play o2jam, but I ended up playing GE(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Espada&lt;/span&gt;) for the first time. Wow, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good. ^_^ I hope you can play it sometime too. We have this game at home; but with the current status of our PC, we can't run GE pretty well, but it's updated. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I thank God for giving me the chance to be able to play a game which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good. I just pray that our computer at home can run this awesome game, so I won't spend too much money on it.^_^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-4324240555570103961?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/4324240555570103961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=4324240555570103961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4324240555570103961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4324240555570103961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/episode-five-first-touch.html' title='Episode Five: First Touch'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8092893440611192609</id><published>2007-07-04T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:45:06.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Four: A Missing Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Eek, So Repetitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have been writing this episode for more than 4 times already. I just can't get past the 1st topic of this episode. Hopefully, I can now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Forgotten Pa--... Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I forgot to do my assignment in Filipino again. I just wonder why I always keep on forgetting assignments in Filipino. -_- Anyway, I didn't try to cram now, because I deserve the punishment that I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; from not doing my homework. As the teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entered&lt;/span&gt; the room and took her seat, she started calling our names alphabetically, asking us to recite what we have written in our Book; for some reason, she gave us a chance to write one while we weren't called, so I took the pretty much platinum opportunity. I was already finished by the time my name was called. I wanted to recite my work with feeling, but because of nervousness, I '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;'-ed T_T. I got an additional deduction for every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt; that I say. In the end, I got three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bleh's&lt;/span&gt;. I must control this '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;'-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; as soon as possible T_T. She gave us another assignment: it's just reading a few pages(10 pages). After Filipino, I stayed in the room for a while to warm up for my next subject, my trumpet lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Missing Professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I went up the stairs to check if my teacher was there. He wasn't again. I expected that he would be already there waiting for me; but I ended up waiting for him O_O. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I always see him around during other days, but it's very odd that he doesn't show up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to talk to him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I see him, but I didn't get the chance to talk to him because he always goes somewhere when I go near. I then went to the office to ask if my teacher was in, they said he wasn't, so I just went back to class and concluded that he wouldn't show up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Test of Memory Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When it was the time for Philippine History, I quickly grabbed my notebook and pen -- it was because it's another episode of write-all-you-hear. She was speaking so fast that I wrote so fast that I couldn't understand my writing that I needed to rewrite my writing that she told us.(too many 'that's :D) Good thing, I was able to cope up with what she was saying. After a few hours(just an hour actually), the terror finally ended, and I was so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fooooooooood&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This day, we ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chowking&lt;/span&gt;. I never got full, but at least I ate food. ^_^ That's all. O_O I went to our school after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A 'Replay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another exercise at our Rudiments of Music class today. I can say that I didn't learn anything from this subject today, because all we did was to convert from a treble clef to an alto or tenor clef. I just hope that we will be able to learn something next meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I thank God for He has given me the chance to actually make up for my assignment in Filipino. I learned from my lesson now. I actually did the assignment in Filipino ON the day. ^_^ I'm so happy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-8092893440611192609?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8092893440611192609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8092893440611192609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8092893440611192609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8092893440611192609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/episode-four-missing-professor.html' title='Episode Four: A Missing Professor'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1454894995747049273</id><published>2007-07-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:42:02.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Three: Un-wasted Free Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Guidance &amp; Conseling Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Our theology subject today has turned into the orientation of the guidance &amp;amp; conseling center, led by Mrs. Gina. She was discussing about a lot of things, things which I forgot already; near the end of the orientation, we were given strips of paper. The strips of paper contains messages -- positive messages. Most of my friends gave me a "You're inspiring" strip; I started wondering how I made them inspired, and I don't remember anything. Maybe it's something that I didn't realize. ^_^ Anyway, after the tour to the guidance &amp; counseling office, we went to this Master Class of a pianist named Roberta Rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Master Class of Roberta Rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already late for the class; it started at 9am, but because of the Guidance stuff, we came in quite late. She was teaching a student from the conservatory on how to improve the piece that she has played. Well, I presumed that the piece was a Chopin because it sounded so difficult. The next one who played was very... amazing O_O he used all of his fingers, pushed many keys, and added dynamics. If you were there, you'll certainly drop your jaw (careful, you might spill the water you're drinking or the food you're eating) I presumed that it also was a chopin. Anyway, we left early because we were really hungry. We ate at KFC, nothing special, and we went back to reserve myself a studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, I got a Studio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought that I wouldn't get a studio today, because there were a lot of people standing in the table wherein you can reserve studios; but in just a few seconds, 7 seconds if I'm not mistaken, most of them disappeared. I then talked to the officer in charge of the renting of studios and asked for one. Luckily, I got one; but sadly, I only got 1 hour to use it. I actually wanted to max it out to 2 hours, but for some reason, he just gave me an hour T_T.  I don't mind actually, because I had a studio, and it was a good thing ^_^. My studio is at the 6th floor. Syntia was watching me as I play my compositions, but I didn't tell her that that was my composition; later on, she asked me to play my composition, and I told her that I just played it. She whipped me.. ouch, but she was amazed ^_^ good thing. After all those practicing at the piano, we parted ways, and I went to my P.E. for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early Dismissal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was good. We started late, but we ended early! Our professor taught us the basic moves of the sepak takraw. It was progressively hurting: the feet, the legs, the chest, and finally, the head. Everytime we recieve the "ball" with our head, we immediately ouch in pain. ^_^ After the early dismissal, I just went to school, to practice the assignments once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was a happy day. I finally got to rent a studio, and felt the cool aircon(with ionizers) through my face. I hope that I can soon finish my assignments, so I will have at least a little free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-1454894995747049273?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1454894995747049273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1454894995747049273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1454894995747049273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1454894995747049273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/episode-three-un-wasted-free-time.html' title='Episode Three: Un-wasted Free Time!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1136837614888590897</id><published>2007-07-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:54:51.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Two: Success! ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yay, I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;All my hard work the past week payed off! I got a compliment from my teacher: "Very goood! ^_^" I was so happy, so happy that I forgot that I was already late for my next class. She gave me a very ancient book entitled: "Bela Bartok Mikrokosmos Vol. IV". She asked me to recopy some of the numbers that we were going to use for the following meetings. After all the nonsense, I quickly climbed the stairs (My lesson is at the 3rd floor, My class at the 5th floor) without even looking back(Err... why look back? O_O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghost Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I finally reached the 5th floor, I noticed something... There were no students wearing the conservatory of music uniform! I ran to our room to check if I'm already late(of which I am) and not a classmate was inside. EEEK! They went somewhere! What about my attendance, I won't even get a late! T_T Anyway, I noticed that the Recital Hall near to our classroom was sort of noisy, so I checked it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marines?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The first thing that I saw as I entered the hall was a foreigner. He was wearing a khaki polo (can I use khaki on polos? ?_? Nevermind, I'll just use them) and navy blue with 4 red stripes pants; later on, I realized that we were having a some sort of program, and the U.S. Marines Pacific Corps Band was the star of the show. I had to stand a long time because I didn't want to interrupt the people who were watching. The first part of the show, the quintet, was nice, but I felt sleepy; but the following performance, they call it as the party band, was very enjoyable, but deafening. They asked a volunteer at one time, and our class president, Leslie, was the lucky person to be picked. She was asked to do this tambourine solo, and my, she was hilarious -- funnily hilarious. They ended with a very cute song entitled: "Killing me softly". They were all so funny, making jokes at the wrong place, but at the right time. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaction Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We actually thought that there wouldn't be any Music Listening class today, since there was only 15 mins left for the subject; but when we got in the classroom, we see her waiting for us. She asked us to write a reaction about what we have just listened to. I don't know if I wrote in correct grammar actually -- maybe because I just had my piano lesson? I don't know. My answers were even off topic I think. T_T Doesn't matter now, since it's already done. ^_^ (After this moment, I remember absolutely nothing now. I'm actually amazed that I remember such things after more than 2 days ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is pretty unexpected. I don't know why I keep on rushing when walking(OFF TOPIC AGAIN!! T_T) Anyway, back to the topic: I think I should take other things more seriously, like my other subjects. I've been focusing on my major too much that I forget that I have assignments in my other subjects. ^_^ I know I can do it with God I can! ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-1136837614888590897?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1136837614888590897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1136837614888590897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1136837614888590897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1136837614888590897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/episode-two-success.html' title='Episode Two: Success! ^_^'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2459180268536616668</id><published>2007-07-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:24:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Three, Episode One: The 'Effortless' Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'ts an Offertory Day Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Which means, I have to wake up earlier again, and go to church earlier again. ^_^ It's OK since I'm doin it for the Lord; yet again, I did a pretty good job, a few mistakes won't hurt you know ^_^. Today, I'm also the pianist for Joy Fellowship so I had to literally run to practice the song leaders today. The singspiration is not what I expected it to be; they should've asked me to practice during the week, but they asked me to practice a day before, which is actually pretty bad; nevertheless, I understand that they're busy, and so am I. ^_^ Anyway, after the Fellowship, there was the Care group. Joshua wasn't around today. Sad. But at least, I got to finish the care group discussion for the week today ^_^. I went to the church after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offertory, The second installment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I came in pretty early, so I was able to relax myself while actually waiting for my turn. My second play was quite bad; but again, what's matters is that I played it for God, not for the people. ^_^ I think after that, I went back to the Yutiam Hall to practice a little, then to the Lumpia house, where my mom was. After eating, we proceeded to National Bookstore, located along Quezon Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Czerny Opus 299&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's the name of the book we were looking for. Sadly, we didn't find it in the bookstore. The bookstore was really huge O_O -- my friend was right; but what's shocking is that there's only one rack for piano books. How saddening. We just went out the bookstore and ended up at the Siomai House. Their "Coolant" (in Tagalog, Palamig) was really delicious. I wanted to buy the new bread pan today, because I missed it's taste. As I stepped inside the supermarket, which was about 4 stpes from the siamai house, I looked for the bread pan; luckily, I found it -- but it was only one. It was meant for me, i guess. ^_^ A funny thing while I was paying at the counter was that I used 100 pesos to pay for 3.75 pesos. I even chuckled as I gave the paper bill. Anyway, we went back home to call the other National bookstore branches to ask if they have the czerny opus 299. There was one finally, at the Harrison plaza. We came to get it a few hours later. What a waste of gasoline.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I didn't expect that I would find the book that I was looking for at a near place. Another proof of the saying: "How can you solve the problem, the problem is your face?" --- Is that even a saying? O_O Anyway, you get what I mean, I hope. ^_^&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/5538561021983746335-2459180268536616668?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2459180268536616668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2459180268536616668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2459180268536616668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2459180268536616668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/07/book-three-episode-one-effortless.html' title='Book Three, Episode One: The &apos;Effortless&apos; Search'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-7265505679751443318</id><published>2007-06-30T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:14:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Thirty: Today's Events &amp; Summing Up The Book of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The ''Today's Events''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today, we only have 1 class, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the Large Ensemble. We were the ones who chose to transfer to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; section. I thought that we will have a very strict conductor, but it turned out to be the other way. Our professor was kind, and he was graduating next year. He told us that if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tomasino&lt;/span&gt;, a Chorale group in our college, will not accept his request, we, the transferees from the bigger group, will go next year to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt; -- all expenses paid, to sing in his graduation stuff thingy! Nice, huh?! ^_^ good thing we changed classes. A thing we hope for is that we will be chosen. (\\Side comment: Sorry, I know it has too many commas; but all the information was flowing so fast so... I couldn't get rid of the commas.) That's the most significant event for today. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summing Up The Book of June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man, it was very hard for me to continue writing daily for my blog when classes started; but with God's grace, I was still able to write in this Blog. I hope that in the Next month, I'll be able to have more free time -- a real free time, so that I can keep on writing episodes on The Adventures of... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mondie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion... The monthly conclusion ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is so unpredictable. You'll never know if you'll forget something and lack something. I hope that in the next book, I will learn a new lesson. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\\&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Side comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man, this episode is so... short T_T Doesn't matter, at least I get to share my insights ^_^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-7265505679751443318?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/7265505679751443318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=7265505679751443318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/7265505679751443318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/7265505679751443318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-thirty-todays-events-summing-up.html' title='Episode Thirty: Today&apos;s Events &amp; Summing Up The Book of June'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-5570113775723879413</id><published>2007-06-29T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:11:53.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty-Nine: Freshmen Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I totally forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ack&lt;/span&gt;, I forgot that there was going to be a test today.. T_T I only remembered when I remembered what our first subject was -- Filipino. Sigh.. I super crammed my way, and well, I sort of remember a few things. When our teacher went in, I felt fear deep within: what if we're going to take the test now? I'm not yet ready!! T_T She started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;announcing&lt;/span&gt; stuff about a concert next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, telling us that we have to pay 150 pesos for the ticket. I thought she forgot about the test, but she didn't. She asked us to get a whole sheet of paper, and the test has already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A very bad distraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While we were taking the test, I looked at the questions -- I remembered all the answers. As I was recalling the answers that I have inside my brain, I heard a very familiar tune from outside -- it was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;overworld&lt;/span&gt; theme. I totally forgot what I had inside my brain, and started remembering my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mario&lt;/span&gt; moments. T_T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BAAAAAAD&lt;/span&gt;!! Well, at least I still got a few answers out of my head, but that distraction was very distracting. T_T After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;, we waited for the next professor, but she didn't arrive. We went out to eat then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mabsy's&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we didn't eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mabsy's&lt;/span&gt;. We ate at the expensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. The food was.. oh so expensive. 60 Pesos only gives you a cup of rice, a small chicken fillet, and a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soft drink&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't feel full T_T. Anyway, I won't eat there again.. i hope. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Freshmen Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought the walk would really start at 3:30; it did, but we were second to the last in line. It simple means that we started walking more than an hour later. T_T It was so warm, and the people were noisy. But at least we got chairs, and I got an umbrella. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't want to attend the mass. I'm a Christian, not a Catholic. But I respect whatever they do, I just don't want to join in on their ritual stuffs that contradict with our teachings. I didn't want to have communion in a Catholic church, but me seatmate keeps on inviting. I thought he knew that I was a christian, and so I just said no without a reason. ANYWAY, I got absolutely hungry when it was the time for the mass; I was so hungry, that after the mass, I was running while walking, rushing to SM San Lazaro to meet my mom at Kenny Roger's to eat food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I have failed God. I didn't tell my seatmate that I am a Christian, and that I am devoted to our church, a christian church. A song actually made me remember: "I'll tell the world, that I'm a Christian, I'll take Him with me, everywhere." I hope I can take Him with me everywhere and tell all the people that I'll meet that I'm a Christian, without any doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-5570113775723879413?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/5570113775723879413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=5570113775723879413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5570113775723879413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/5570113775723879413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-nine-freshmen-walk.html' title='Episode Twenty-Nine: Freshmen Walk'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3758528931299779891</id><published>2007-06-28T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:11:40.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty-Eight: I'm All Out of Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Theology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;According to our vice president, Harry Santos, as in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pinoy&lt;/span&gt; Pop Superstar Harry Santos, the LCD projector installed in our class is functioning. It did work, but when we have started discussing, the LCD projector was malfunctioning. Sigh, I thought I'll just be copying today; but then again, I did the listen-write method. It was so tiring that I was already sleepy before the class ended. Oh, I forgot about the good news, no Theology this Tuesday!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; ^_^ As we were waiting for the elevator to go down to the first floor, where our classroom in English was located, I noticed that there was a lot of people waiting for the elevator, so I asked a few of my classmates if they want to join me as we walk our way down the stairs. They didn't want to join me, telling me that the elevator was faster than using the stairs. We argued for a moment and ended with a competition -- the person who gets to the first floor first will win. Well, I started walking down the stairs (literally) and when I got to the first floor, they weren't there yet. I won!! ^_^ They were shocked that I was first -- and I was only walking! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Handsome Boy Named Kim by Willy Valois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were discussing about how books are organized in the library today. Kim Cruz was the first to answer, and so, he was the star of the show today. All examples, side comments, re-enactments, and jokes all direct to him. One example is the usage of his name in an example of a book -- that's the subtitle up there. As we were making high-pitched noises, the professor made a side comment that's something like this:"There's a lot of people in the world named Kim. (Then he looks at Kim) Oh, your name is Kim?! What a coincidence!" And all of us laughs. One more good news from this class, no class on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt; because its the day of the proclamation of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gov't&lt;/span&gt; officials, and our professor is actually a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gov't&lt;/span&gt; official, so he won't be able to teach us on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;; he gave us an assignment though. Anyway, after the class, I headed over to Shoe Mart to buy an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After walking around SM San Lazaro for a few times, I finally found a place where I can buy an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; card. After buying it, I decided to go home; but as I looked inside my coin purse and counted the money, all I had was enough for 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jeepney&lt;/span&gt; trip -- I need 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jeepney&lt;/span&gt; trips in order to get home. I was very problematic at that time, thinking if I should walk the 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; just to get on 1 jeep home or if I should just pay 5 pesos on each ride; after approximately 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; of mental arguing, I decided to go to my mom's office instead. I walked 45% of the way, and it was scorching... T_T But anyway, at least I got to my mom's office, got money for me to go home. whew! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today God taught me a lesson -- always check before you buy. I didn't know that I only have 110 pesos today, and I thought that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; card was only 90 pesos. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have exact money; I should always have an excess so that I won't walk home. ^_^ Thanks God!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3758528931299779891?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3758528931299779891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3758528931299779891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3758528931299779891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3758528931299779891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-eight-im-all-out-of-cash.html' title='Episode Twenty-Eight: I&apos;m All Out of Cash'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8699855802159297690</id><published>2007-06-27T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:02:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty-Seven: Philippine History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He was 'Present'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It was 10:30, the time for my minor. I went up to the 6th floor, because that's where my minor was supposed to be. I saw no teacher inside our room; instead, I see two students practicing. I went down to ask the office if he was around, they said yes he is present. But I can't find him anywhere -- the studio, the faculty room, even the dean's office. I finally gave up, since it was already time for our next subject, Philippine History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acting Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I actually thought that Ms. Fulle will not teach Philippine History forever, but I thought wrong. She came in, and all of us stood up. She complimented that -- good thing. Well, we sat down, and she started explaining what were were to expect from the subject, and what she expects from us. This was the rule that made me drop my jaws a bit: Do not talk. She wanted peace and quiet, I suppose, but that was too strict. :( After the class, I went out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was waiting for the elevator to arise from the depths of our building, I saw 3 of my classmates. I invited them to come join me eat at Mabsy's; they didn't want to go there first, because it was too far for them; but because of my nudging and please-ing, I actually took them there. Well, we ate yummy food; and, well, they liked the place -- just as I expected. While I was ordering, I saw some of my other friends: Jason, Joshua, and Justin (WOW, All J's!) already eating. Food was yummy as expected. After eating we went back to our building for our next class, Rudiments of Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Early dismissal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, the early dismissal was a bad thing, but today, it was good. I went to school and practiced a lot; now, I can play the passage without stopping. All I need to control the speed, and I'm finally done. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God gave me a strict teacher for a reason -- to make me study hard at her subject; most of the time, I do not listen to Philippine History, because the topics just keep on repeating through the years. Maybe this time I will listen, I just hope that I don't sleep at her subject. :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-8699855802159297690?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8699855802159297690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8699855802159297690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8699855802159297690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8699855802159297690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-seven-philippine-history.html' title='Episode Twenty-Seven: Philippine History'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1402029929796609904</id><published>2007-06-26T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:43:35.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty-Six: Aww, what a waste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Lucky Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;For the past 2 weeks, it was only today that I realized that I only have 1 subject in the morning. I thought there was another subject after theology, but there was actually none. Since there was a LOT of time before my P.E. class in the afternoon, I decided to practice my piano pieces; but lucky me, there was not a single studio available for me to practice. T_T Sigh... I just sat down for a while, and I finally decided to go to the Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The New Composition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside the music section, opened my music notebook at the back, and started drawing all notes and figures pertaining to the latest composition. Well, it was quite hard because I didn't have a piano to play on, but I somehow managed to wrtie pretty accurately. My momentum in writing the composition was already high when someone texted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distracting Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This woman who texted me was Eliza Chua, my high school friend. We were supposed to eat lunch together today; so she texted me and asked me where we will meet. I told her to fetch me at the library because I was busy doing something, but she wanted me to go back to our bldg. She made we walk back to our building -- how evil. I was really into writing my composition and here comes this woman, who asked me to go out of the library, because I thought she was already outside, but I was actually the one who waited for her -- outside our building. How nice. Anyway, we met up with a few more friends (2 only actually). We ate at this very warm place on top of Mabsy's. Sad, we weren't able to eat at Mabsy's, but the food there was pretty much OK anyway; their problem is on sanitation i guess. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sepak Takraw....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was very excited to have this P.E. today, since I didn't do anything useful in my free time (Well, except helping Leslie finding a xerox machine. ^_^). Man, our professor possesses a very soft voice, making his lecture about Sepak Takraw hard to hear. After his discussion, we went out. Sadly, it was raining so our teacher didn't let us play or even learn the basics. He also made us go home early. What a waste T_T. As I was about to go to school, I saw Gillian and we both went to school, on a different route - a route I did not know. But anyway, I had fun practicing at school and I actually made a good progress today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I believe that my compositions are based on what I usually feel. This latest composition had a very interesting start, with all those noisy stuff, but it ended very calmly. This must be what I'm feeling about my college life? I hope I can make new compositions in the near future -- compositions that are about the joys of living, not the sadness of being lonely and lonely.. LOL ^_^ Also, God has made me learn a lesson today -- I must further manage my time wisely, and also my MONEY. :) I hope I can and will do in the following days. ^_^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-1402029929796609904?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1402029929796609904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1402029929796609904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1402029929796609904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1402029929796609904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-six-aww-what-waste.html' title='Episode Twenty-Six: Aww, what a waste!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-4903836135896143376</id><published>2007-06-25T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:38:27.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty-Five: It's now on FIRE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;First of all, thanks for the people who are reading my adventures, I hope that you can leave a comment or two, so that I may know what are your insights :) Anyway, back to today's episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Terror Begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was the day again of my piano lesson. As I was about to enter our building, I saw Leslie seated at the rocky chairs in front of our building. She waved hello -- or I think she said hello; nevermind, what's important is that she said hello. ^_^ She asked me why I came in so early, I then told her that I was going to have my major today(in extended language, I was going to have my piano lesson today); she too, will have her major at the same time as I did, so we went to the 3rd floor simultaneously. As we were waiting for our time, we talked about something that I don't quite remember now. A few minutes later, I saw the door of studio 6 opened -- the studio where I'm going to have my major, and I felt happy and quite nervous as I see the face of the person -- my teacher. She called me in, it was 7:50 at that time; it means, I'll be having my lesson 10 mins earlier -- conclusion: I will end 10 mins earlier ^_^. Anyway, as we entered the studio, she accused me of bein absent last week(Sorry I couldn't find a lighter word for accuse); and of course, I told her that I did have my lesson last week, and I handed to her the notebook where she writes my assignments and remarks. She then remembered that it was the student after me that was absent last week -- I just hope that student will come in now, so she wouldn't make me absent and make him present ^_^. After the puny, tiny, little, miniscule argument, we started the session. At the Czerny Op. 299 No.5, I did a great job, she said; but she told me that I have to let my wrists be flexible, so that I won't get tired so easily. Well, I'm going to try that on my next practice. ^_^ On the next piece, the Bach Op. 633(I think) No. 1, I did not do any good. But she just laughed at me.. good thing. Anyway, after the lesson, she explained again what I will be going through: She explained that I am already advanced in my Bach, but quite late in my Czerny; so, she gave me another assignment for Czerny Op. 299 -- No. 10. As I opened my book to the number, my eyes became humungous -- it was hard by the looks of it T_T. She also said to me that I must play it fast on our next meeting -- now that's hard. Playing an unknown piece, with  Sixty Eight Notes on the left hand continuously (imagine a quarter note with 3 lines in the shaft or the vertical thingy) fast. That's terrorizing. Oh and I remember her telling me that I should be able to do that next week -- or I will be slapped(in Tagalog, papaluin kita). Sigh.. BAAAAD!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Room is On FIRE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I got to our room, a very strong gust of hot air welcomed me -- it was H-HHOOTT!! The air conditioners aren't working properly, and we had all our classes there (Filipino &amp; Music Listening). The other subjects didn't wan't to teach because the room is on fire. Good thing ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solfeggio Recitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was the time when Solfeggio class has already started. Joshua, me, Karen, and I forgot who were the first ones to be called. Well, we did a good job in my own opinion, because all of our pitch is correct, but I got a little mistake on the lyrics -- the do re mi fa sol la si do. T_T When we were done, Professor Namit called on the next four. I thought that they would do a better job than we did, but it turned out that only one of them got the correct pitch and note. And it got worse as it progessed, until the last group was called. Well, they did their best, and I think that the Professor saw it (I hope.) After Solfeggio, I went straight to school to practice; and after which, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivan is MEAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I got online in my yahoo messenger, a very disturbing status message made a disturbance to my undisturbed leisure time of looking at disturbed human beings -- in the form of yahoo! messenger contacts. His status message was something like this: "DO NOT SPEAK(or TALK) TO ME!! AND I MEAN IT!!" he was mean!! because when you translate the last dependent clause, you will get: (at ako'y masama, ito!![the comma was placed there for the readers to have a misconception on the real translation of the independent clause]) He was so evil. That's about it. Oh and I forgot about Isen. Well, I pity him because chemistry is killing him; I pray that he will kill chemistry soon, that the high school students will not have problems on memorizing the periodic table of elements -- better yet, make chemistry harder so that high school students won't graduate, making college students like us have more chances of getting a job. LOL ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know that God gave me those hard pieces because He wants me to work hard. I am not thinking that I cannot finish the assignments because I know that God does not give things that I cannot handle. I pray for his guidance in all my decisions on practicing my assignments, I know I can DO IT!!! YEAHH!! GO MONDIE~! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-4903836135896143376?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/4903836135896143376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=4903836135896143376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4903836135896143376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/4903836135896143376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-five-its-now-on-fire.html' title='Episode Twenty-Five: It&apos;s now on FIRE!!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-502693215661078498</id><published>2007-06-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:29:16.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty Four: That was a First!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Offertory Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah, today's offertory day; and because of this specially unique event, I am obliged to awaken from my slumbers earlier than I usually do. I should also arrive earlier for me to be able to practice yet once more. I got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yutiam&lt;/span&gt; hall about 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before people started coming in, so i had the chance to "perfect" my offertory piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offertory No. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was the first time I played clean on my first offertory. Well, maybe because I gave it all to God, not thinking of the comments of my friends, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;they'll&lt;/span&gt; say to me. Good thing! I was happy for myself that I did a great job -- performing for Him. Well, anyway, after that, I proceeded to Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distracted, or Nervous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I went to Joy early to check the Singspiration stuff. Aaron was having a hard time with asong, so I tried to help him out. Well, As it turns out, I feel somehow that I am the one causing him to commit a mistake. Aaron, if ever you read this, please comment on it. LOL Anyway, the Singspiration was quite off-atmosphere -- could it be my fault? I guess I shouldn't help; instead, I will just sit down with the audience, and sing along. :) But nevermind, at least, I helped - I think. After Joy, Anthony Hia then dragged me to Care group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Care Group - we love to care ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our care group this time is unique; we have visitors in our group. The first one was Vanessa -- we just invited her to join us, and good thing she said Yes :). The next visitor was Kristine.. she went to us just to say hello, but we invited her in.. &gt;:) Joshua came in late today, because of his "school works". Oh yeah, I remembered laughing at him, because he has a lot of "assignments" while I don't. Anyway, we talked about the verse for this week -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ack&lt;/span&gt;, I forgot the verse. Anyway, Anthony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hia&lt;/span&gt; was discussing about the First few verses when I needed to go back to church for my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Offertory Session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offertory 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before I was to play my Offertory piece, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;achi&lt;/span&gt; pat showed me the work of Emmanuel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Limsiong&lt;/span&gt;, and as I looked at it, it made me think about my compositions: Why don't I write my compositions? -- This was the biggest factor of my failure in my second Offertory Play. I had lost my concentration, the zeal, I even got absent-minded at some time. sigh... bad. :( After playing, I proceeded again to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yutiam&lt;/span&gt; Hall, just to find out that the Joy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Melo&lt;/span&gt; Practice has already ended because I only see Aaron and a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practice for the Next Offertory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aaron played the Offertory song that I was going to sing in the near future, and well... I sang along of course. Even if he sometimes stops in the middle of a very interesting part, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with me because I know that that piece is hard to play and that he is doing his best to play as I sing. I pray that God will help him to master the piece as soon as possible, and to be able to play it how the composer would like to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today God has been rampant in everything -- because it's a Sunday. Sigh, this week, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;devo's&lt;/span&gt; are not stable, I'm now not having time to have quiet time.. That's VERY BAD!! :( I hope that God will help me, and that he will give me chances to have quiet time -- that I may know more about Him, His commands, and what He wants to happen in my life. ^_^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-502693215661078498?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/502693215661078498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=502693215661078498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/502693215661078498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/502693215661078498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-four-problem-solved.html' title='Episode Twenty Four: That was a First!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3224920492868641563</id><published>2007-06-23T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:33:31.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty-Three: New Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;L-Ens finally started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yay! Now that's a reason to rejoice! Finally, our professor in L-Ens has finally unlocked the door of his house. ^_^ He then introduced himself, or did he... I don't remember! O_O Anyway, he explained what L-Ens was. He first told us what was the meaning of L-Ens. I thought L-Ens was listening to an ensemble; but later on, I hear him tell us that L-Ens actually means "Large Ensemble" -- it's more of like a choir stuff. Next, he explained that he does not want to teach a lot of us, so he decided to divide us into two groups. He then asked us who wanted to be transferred to the other section. We were actually talking about it when I saw Kim. He was looking for something -- maybe us? Anyway, I got the message that he was trying to convey to us: Let's go to the other class, 1-mus-1! (Or something like that, i guess) Well, in the end, I think all the people in 1-mus-1, our section, will transfer to the second class. It's a good thing that the other class has the same schedule; but, as I wrote that sentence, I suddenly thought that it's also a bad thing: I need to wake up early T_T. But what the heck, nevermind. ^_^ After that transfer thing, he then checked our attendance; man, it took so long! An obvious reason would be our number -- we were more than a hundred O_O. We were dismissed at about 9:30; and we decided to eat our lunch at that time. We ate at Mabsy's -- the immortal Mabsy's(in Tagalog, ang walang kamatayang Mabsy's). The food tasted good ♦_♦. Anyway, we were quite late for our next class, English; but when we proceeded inside, the teacher, i think, has just started checking the attendance -- lucky us ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Comedy Bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shocking... our English professor is just... shocking. He was so... entertaining. O_O He was very funny, so funny words can't describe what I feel. Our English class became more like a comedy bar, with him cracking a joke in unexpected times. I just really can't explain... If you want to find out, why not try to get in our class ^_^. After that laugh-able subject, and also after a walk through the dorm of Ayla to end my problem, I proceeded to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relaxingly Stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I'm quite stressed with my Piano teacher in UST. Maybe a lot of my batchmates know about that. I don't know, but I feel so insecure about myself ^_^. It's like I always feel when I am practicing that I am doing the wrong stuff, therefore making me repeat the exercise -- yeah, it's good for me, I guess; it's pushing me somehow to work hard. ^_^ Anyway, I just realized today that I will be playing the offertory tomorrow --  And I haven't practiced yet; so, when I reached the doorstep of our home... I mean, it's actually more of a gate, I quickly proceeded in front of the electronic Piano to start my practice session. After the offertory song, I then practiced for my Solfeggio recitation on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I have come to a conclusion...([I ask myself: What's the title for anyway? O_O]) I must work hard!!! GO MONDIE!! Awuuuuu!!! With the help of God, I know I can survive and live my dreams!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-3224920492868641563?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3224920492868641563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3224920492868641563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3224920492868641563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3224920492868641563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-three.html' title='Episode Twenty-Three: New Things'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-6460514674703116331</id><published>2007-06-22T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:48:54.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty-Two: Extreme Fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Difficulty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had a hard time getting out of bed. I was too tired from writing episodes 16 thru 21 yesterday. I slept pretty late yesterday; luckily, my classes today will start at nine, and because it will start at nine, I can tag along with my mom as she goes to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgetfulness... Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I forgot two things today -- my metronome, which is in my portable Trumpet case, and my scores, for today's practice of Joy Melodies. Sigh, I keep on forgetting again. I must bring back the long forgotten check list hidden within my stack of papers. I hope I don't forget important things next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alpha and Omega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's a direct description of my classes today. There was only the 1st class, which was Filipino, and the Last class, Solfeggio. Filipino was well, quite boring somehow -- I didn't feel sleepy or anything, I just felt a little bored maybe because the topic has already been discussed; but it doesn't matter now, because it's already done ^_^. Our professor, mrs. Permeho -- she explains her surname like this: "Para mabilis ninyo ako matandaan, dito ako naka-pirme, oh ^_^ (To let you remember my name quicker, I am staying here, oh)", gave us an assignment; she told us that we should look for talinghaga(compound words, i think), and pamahiin(s)[sayings? something like cultural beliefs -- ahh, there it is! ^_^]. Yay, Filipino is already finished, and we sort of waited for the next professor for out next subject -- Philippine History. Just like old times, the professor did not arrive. O_O We left already and ate at another place finally -- the one beside Mabsy's; but sadly, my companion was only Jason. We ate food -- oddly expensive food; but it tasted fine. After eating, we proceeded back to our building. We went inside a "room without class" -- a room with no classes at that time. During this very, very boring moment in time, I wanted to write the song I made yesterday; sadly, I don't have the music notebook with me, and so I continue to dream on. After just a few minutes of daydreaming, we went in again to our "room", the recital hall II. As we entered the ever boring scenery of the recital hall, i heard a familar song being played; after a blink -- or was it a ultramicromilisecond, I found the title in my brain: "Broken Vow" -- but it sounded so different... Nevermind. ^_^ Later on, we were escorted outside by a group of people; they told us that they were going to use the recital hall, and our professor doesn't teach if there is no classroom. A blinding flash of light blinded our eyes as we headed out the door. The heartwarming heat expressed its love toward us -- by giving off heat. This has caused our bodies to cry out in joy -- it also caused us to be icky and sticky yet once more. Blah blah blah... at last, Solfeggio pd. finally arrived. The teacher went in, greeted us, passed a paper, sat down, and told us to open our books to begin. O_O When it was my turn to sing with my partner, I made a slight mistake on a note, and a big mistake on conducting; doesn't matter, since I didn't practice that much. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I don't see why, but something strange is bothering me. What could it be? -- I don't know; but I know that God knows what it is, and I hope that when I later on realize what it is, it's not a problem, but a reason for me to rejoice. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-6460514674703116331?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/6460514674703116331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=6460514674703116331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6460514674703116331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/6460514674703116331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-two-extreme-fatigue.html' title='Episode Twenty-Two: Extreme Fatigue'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-9177361900535239258</id><published>2007-06-21T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:17:07.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty-One: Reminiscin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss those days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Whererin I'm a part of a chorale group that would go perform in many different events and compete at different contests. That's what I remembered as the Coro Tomasino and The Liturgikon(Sorry if It's the wrong spelling) It made me want to join one of them, but I have to think it a million times before I finally decide. I don't know how hard my major will get, so I think I have to pass the opportunity before me right now. I need to study and to work hard first in my first year, then I join organizations and/or groups maybe in the next year. I just hope I made the right decision. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orientation? It's more of a Concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The orientation for the freshmens in the conservatory of music was awesome. There were a lot of groups that have performed(I have already told you about the choirs), the String Orchestra and the Wind Orchestra sounds so good! The Wind Orchestra was so amazing, they played the music from the Pirates of the Carribean! It sounded as if you were really watching the movie!! COOOOOL ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All for the Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm not supposed to go to the university today. I didn't want to waste my time on some orientation and on a tour, but I wanted the free bag -- I wanted it badly ^_^; so even if I have to go to the walking tour, which I don't need since I toured the UST campus already, I need to go.. All for the Bag ^_^. Anyway, I still had a pretty nice time... After the Walking Tour, I immediately went to school to practice again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piano Practice Turned Composition Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I practiced for more than 2 hours on the offertory piece that I will be playing on Sunday. After which, I practiced the czerny again, and then I accidentally made something. It sounded so... so... nice. I started making variations, and it's really sounding nice. The song is fast for the right hand.. I like the combination actually. I just hope that I can still remember the chord progressions and other stuff. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I thank God for giving me determination. I also thank Him for giving me some talent in composing. I hope that I can use my compositions and my talent in playing the piano to praise Him in the near future. ^_^&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/5538561021983746335-9177361900535239258?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/9177361900535239258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=9177361900535239258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/9177361900535239258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/9177361900535239258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-one-reminiscin.html' title='Episode Twenty-One: Reminiscin&apos;'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-990845010791468885</id><published>2007-06-20T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:41:35.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Twenty: It Flew so Fast!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino - the Only subject for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yep. Filipino was the only subject for today. What we did in Filipino was to write an autobiography. It was pretty hard for me actually. It's hard to find the correct Filipino word to put there. But anyway, I pulled through. The next subject was free time, and I sort of continued on encoding my composition. After that, the Kim group(Sorry I can't think of any other name ^_^) went out to eat at Mabsy's again.. It's ok, since the food changes everyday ^_^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beef "Tempura" O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This was the first time that I heard such food. Beef tempura.. hmm, it must be beef in batter? It tastes goood ^_^. Anyway the food was very good. Because we didn't have subjects in the afternoon, we went to the computer shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O2jam... YAY ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;At last, I'm able to play o2jam again after more than 3 weeks! ^_^ I didn't know that there were already so many kinds of stages available. All of them looked so cool. I first played the mad moon sonata, and this was the first time I got a 999 combo there ^_^.  I enjoyed playing o2jam a lot. Anyway, when the time was nearing two o'clock, we left the shop. When we got to the university, specifically near our bldg, we parted ways, and I went to school to practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I practiced the assignments that Mrs Suaco gave me, the czerny piece took me 2 hours just to play it almost without stopping. I would have to practice it again tomorrow. I didn't notice that time flew so fast. I came there by 2:30 and when I looked at the clock, it was already 6:30. I forgot that we have practice for Joy Melodies today, and I forgot to bring my scores. BAD!! I finished practicing by 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; In Conclusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Today was the first day that I practiced for that long without stopping. It's a miracle. It certainly is. ^_^ I hope that God will continue to shower blessings upon me throughout my life. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-990845010791468885?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/990845010791468885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=990845010791468885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/990845010791468885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/990845010791468885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-twenty-it-flew-so-fast.html' title='Episode Twenty: It Flew so Fast!!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2040469112089271456</id><published>2007-06-19T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:41:24.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Nineteen: Late Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Realization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just today that I realized that I only have one subject in the morning. It was only theology. After Theology, the Kim group went out to eat at Mabsy's again. Yummy food I suppose ^_^. After that we parted ways without even knowing ourselves O_O. Anyway, I saw Syntia just standing there.. sad ^_^. We sat for a while, with a few friends around, and played the word game again. ^_^ After that, I invited her to go to the Library, to the Filipinana section. Well, when we got there, she grabbed a book about some poems, and I started writing Episode Fifteen and Sixteen. I needed to go by 11:30 to go to the SSHS little reunion. We went down to the Music Library. As we entered the Music Library, I saw Kim and some of his friends on the second floor. We climbed up, and I helped Syntia find the book she needed for our assignment in Music Listening. After that, I went over to Kim's and chatted with them for a while. After that again, I went out to go to the "party" already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "Party"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking towards McDonalds because that's where the party is supposed to be. But good thing that Kristine and Anabelle was there, and they told me that the party venue was moved to the place where there was the dynamic fountain. After buying food for lunch, we headed over to the place, and we saw a lot of friends. Well, we chatted a while, and I ate a while. The party was short -- maybe because I came in late, 1 hour late. Anyway, when it ended, I went back to the Library and didn't find Kim anymore, but Syntia was still there. I sat down there and chatted with her. I left when P.E. was drawing near. I first went to our building, and found some classmates. We chatted a while and then I went to the Annex Gym already. I was kind of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "P.E."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. wasn't P.E. It was the orientation of the students to the IPEA dept. Then, we went over to the Gym to practice the cheers because we are the host for the upcoming UAAP. It was so hot in there, my handkerchief got absolutely drenched in sweat. T_T Anyway, after the cheer stuff, I went to buy Zagu and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, God has been always there, thinking of me, and always there to support me. I thank Him for that wonderful opportunity to meet Him, and I hope more people will meet Him too and turn to Him.&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/5538561021983746335-2040469112089271456?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2040469112089271456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2040469112089271456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2040469112089271456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2040469112089271456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-nineteen-late-realization.html' title='Episode Nineteen: Late Realization'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-1674485119740516865</id><published>2007-06-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:17:56.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Eighteen: New Week, New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Piano Lesson with Mrs. Suaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sigh, as expected, all the things that I practiced yesterday has gone to waste. She asked me to play something for her, so I played the Turkish march. The first thing that she commented on was that I was pushing only on the surface. She then gave me exercises for the fingers. It hurts! T_T She was pushing my wrist a little over than my limit, but I didn't say anything. Maybe on my next practice, I will. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today, I met the friends of Kim Cruz, a composition major and also a brother in the faith. I didn't catch all of their names, but it doesn't matter, all that matters is that I have new friends ^_^ YAY! Going back, today we had our Filipino class in the Recital Hall 2 again. We were told to introduce ourselves; too bad it didn't reach me, there wasn't enough time. After Filipino, we also had our first ever Music Listening class under our professor Miss Koronel. She looked so... strict. O_O But anyway, she was sorta funny. After the subject, there were no other subjects for the day -- suspended again for we have no classroom, and teachers. O_O Kim and friends -- including me, went to the P. Noval st. -- it was my first time at the place; we ate at this cafeteria called Mabsy, they have this rice-all-you-can promo, but I'm not rice person. I don't eat much rice. We discussed and knew more about each other, and I had a great time -- I remembered something. It made me sad. I don't want to write about it now, it's too ouchie ^_^. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conlusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm thankful that I have new friends today, I'm worried about something, and I was correct that practicing yesterday was not good. I must pay more attention to all of my friends, focusing on only on just a group might be bad for the other friends. I must learn how to manage friends well ^_-&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/5538561021983746335-1674485119740516865?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/1674485119740516865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=1674485119740516865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1674485119740516865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/1674485119740516865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-eighteen-new-week-new-friends.html' title='Episode Eighteen: New Week, New Friends'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-3743658474556336032</id><published>2007-06-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:17:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Seventeen: Prolonged Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I woke up early, but I came in late because of my brother's laziness. I woke up early and I was already finished by 6:15; he woke up at 6 and ended at 6:30 -- and when it's already 6:30 at our house, it means that I am already late for morning practice. I came about 5 mins before 7 o'clock. I thought that there will be a lot of people already at that time, but we were only three. Achi pat was angry. :( Maybe because the song is already sung many times, and the choir people can not go to practice in the early morning. Anyway, the service was at the offertory part when I left to go to Joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almost a Waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I thought that I was the pianist for today, but I wasn't. It was Gillian. Luckily, my going to Joy early payed off because I got to play one song from the repertoire for that day. Today's activity in Joy was acquaintance. I got bored actually, maybe because I'm too old ^_^. After the fellowship, I proceeded to the AVR on the fourth floor of the Faithfulness Bldg for Joy Melodies practice. I'm a pianist for Joy, in case you don't know. ^_^ We practiced a few songs, and we scheduled our next practice which was on wednesday, and on friday. When we were done practicing, I went back to Yutiam hall to practice for my piano lesson tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aww, I shouldn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I practiced a lot of pieces, but I forgot to practice the exercises pieces. I practiced for about 3 hours, and I just finished a few. Just what I thought. God was right O_O. I shouldn't have practiced today. Today is a day of rest, not a day of work. Sigh... Anyway, I was fetched by 3:34pm and we went to Harrison Plaza to buy my portable trumpet case, and the metronome. The metronome was more than 1,000 pesos, while the case was just 680++ pesos -- how expensive! After buying the stuffs, we ate at Tokyo Tokyo -- it's been a while ^_^. We then headed over to the Japanese store, where I supposedly lost 320 pesos.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I shouldn't have practiced. If I didn't, then my mind would still be alive and kicking, not sluggish in thinking. Next time, I won't work on a Sunday, even if it's important -- I hope. T_T&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/5538561021983746335-3743658474556336032?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/3743658474556336032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=3743658474556336032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3743658474556336032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/3743658474556336032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-seventeen-prolonged-sunday.html' title='Episode Seventeen: Prolonged Sunday'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-8657343300707366432</id><published>2007-06-16T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:37:39.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Sixteen: Absolutely Tiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Showcase Of Talents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just like other days -- no classes. The sadder thing is, Today's class was supposed to start at 8:00am; so again, I woke up early just to find out that I don't have calsses. But anyway, I met new friends again today; sorry, I forgot their names O_O;. Nevertheless, I kept on talkingto them, asking what their majors were, how long were they studying, and many more. One of them -- Medz was her name, I think, went off to play the piano. Wow, she plays really good! All the notes are.. clear O_O. I had a great time watching as she played on the piano. Oh, how I wish that I can be able to play like she does. Medz asked me to play something, but I didn;t want to play anything because I'm shy yet once more. After a few nudges and pleases, I gave in. I played the crappy Turkish March first -- It's crappy because its not clear, i have inconsistent tempo/speed, but fast. Then I played the Polonaise Militaire; after which, she was amazed. But I wasn't happy with how I played. I don't want to boast or anything, I just want to criticize myself. ^_^ Again, I played on different tempos; I hit the correct notes, but I don't have dynamics in them; and also, I'm not following the pedal marks pretty much. A few minutes after playing, some person went in and shooes us away, telling us that there was no class today; Oh WAIT! That was the one who told me yesterday that we have classes for Today! How nice O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problem: Where Do I eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where to eat today. I'm too tired to think on where to eat, so I just went to school. When I got there, I saw the Eat Fresh Hong Kong style Noodles; so, I bought one and decided to eat that for lunch. I went to school today because I have a choir practice for the 90th anniversary again. Well, I just sat down at the Yutiam hall and played a while. I also edited something on my 2nd unnamed composition. A few moments later, my batchmates started coming in. Well, we had a few words with each other, and we somehow updated each other with our own college lives. A few moments later, we headed over to the music room and practiced. Nothing interesting happened after that.. I think. ^_^ I'm so sorry, I just don't remember anything already, It's been more than 5 days already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been very tiring, but I have to go to all of my commitments. Sigh, I wish my commitments wouldn't be on 1 day; It's very tiring. I hope that God will bless me throughout my life. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-8657343300707366432?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/8657343300707366432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=8657343300707366432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8657343300707366432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/8657343300707366432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-sixteen-absolutely-tiring.html' title='Episode Sixteen: Absolutely Tiring'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-2890410854333246634</id><published>2007-06-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:27:20.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Fifteen: Aww, They Did it Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just as Expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just last Wednesday, the first day of classes, today was like no other -- it was worse than I expected. When I woke up today, my brain still feels tired; but I had no choice -- I had to go to school to attend my classes. When I got there, I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Synthia&lt;/span&gt; sitting all alone(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, How sad) Anyway, I talked to her and we were actually having fun chatting. About 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later, our teacher finally came. She was quite excited to teach if I'm not mistaken, but as she looked again in our "room of distress," she just looked and told us that we'll just have our Filipino subject next week because she doesn't want to go into the Recital Hall 2 again -- which is actually warm inside. After telling us the very tragic decision, we rejoiced -- and felt bad at the same time. Why, you may ask? Because it's another waste of time. All of our efforts of waking up early have gone down the drain -- for the second time. We then went to the conservatory of music office to ask if we have Philippine History, Rudiments of Music, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Solfeggio&lt;/span&gt;(sight-singing stuff). They said that there will be no Philippine History, Rudiments of Music, except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;solfeggio&lt;/span&gt;. Oh man, my man!(Black American Accent) That was about 5 hours away from the current time at that time! What am I going to do? T_T Well, after a few seconds of mind-blowing, breath-taking, and cereal-killing thinking, I decided to go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Search for A new 'dining' Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I invited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Synthia&lt;/span&gt; to go eat - a place where we will have a new 'dining' experience. After nearly being lost outside the University campus, we ended up at 7-11. As we scavenging for food -- to buy and eat of course, I noticed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Slurpee&lt;/span&gt; machine. It's magnificent, elegant design, the rubberized -- or was is plasticized lever; and finally, the oozing red-colored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Slurpee&lt;/span&gt;, carrying the name of: "Mountain Dew:Code Red". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ack&lt;/span&gt;! Enough of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Slurpee&lt;/span&gt; machine! O_O We grabbed food - it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tocino&lt;/span&gt;, my favorite, and went over to the counter to pay for it; After that, we heated the food and started eating. After eating while standing for about 2 minutes, we found a better place to eat. I finished eating 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; earlier than she did, so I sort of looked around -- and found nothing of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overcoming Shyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This has always been my problem when I'm just new in some place. I always get shy on asking people -- and that has happened today. I needed to ask the office on when was the scheduling of brass majors/minors. I got really shy, and it took me a lot of time before I actually went in front of their office and ask the question. After just a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, this guy handed me a paper for me to sign. I actually wanted to take the 10:00am - 10:30 slot in the morning, but I ended up signing for the 10:30am - 11:00am slot. Anyway, because I was so happy that I have already scheduled my minor subject, I forgot to ask who was my teacher, and what room were we going to meet. Silly me @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is another one of those days wherein I needed God. My, I remember Him only at times when I need Him -- that's bad. I must be way too excited to meet new friends that I forgot that at the end of the day, God will be the one to decide if I will have a new friend or not. I must trust Him, I must believe in Him. "Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mondie&lt;/span&gt;! ^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538561021983746335-2890410854333246634?l=mondies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/feeds/2890410854333246634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538561021983746335&amp;postID=2890410854333246634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2890410854333246634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538561021983746335/posts/default/2890410854333246634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondies.blogspot.com/2007/06/episode-fifteen-aww-they-did-it-again.html' title='Episode Fifteen: Aww, They Did it Again!'/><author><name>Mondie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197887830583456440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538561021983746335.post-211216438610761343</id><published>2007-06-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:05:52.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Fourteen: Surprises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A "normal" class at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Classes started at 8:30 this morning -- 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; earlier than yesterday. I came early as always, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;synthia&lt;/span&gt;(wasn't c, it was an S ^_^), just came in a few seconds later. We talked for a while, and then we proceeded inside our first classroom -- our first normal classroom. A few moments later, the teacher came in already. He then introduced the topic and explained what we were about to learn from the subject. Well, after that, we were arranged alphabetically and we met with our groups. Leslie was our group leader. She was also the one who will collect the pictures -- I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wanted that&lt;/span&gt; job too ^_^, but I guess God didn't want me to take that job. Anyway, our prof. discussed the requirements: all of us were going to pray, we have to bring our bibles, and i forgot the others. All of a sudden, some person knocked at the door.. all were amazed by the courage of this person; but as the door opened, we realized that it was a staff of the conservatory of music. O_O Well, this guy just walked in like that, and talked to the professor. The professor murmured something, if I heard it right, he was saying about time, less than ten minutes I think. Anyway, after just 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;(Yeah I counted because he was discussing about the prayers of the roman catholics), we were told to proceed to Recital Hall I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Embarassed&lt;/span&gt; and Proud of Oneself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;When we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;entered&lt;/span&gt; the hall, we don't know why we were there. But when some guy wrote a few things on the board, I finally knew what it was -- It was the scheduling of our majors/minors in piano. And I "re-realized" that all of us have piano in our courses -- whether major or minor. Entertaining.. isn't it? Anyway, we were asked to pile up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alphabetically&lt;/span&gt;, but most of the people just sat down because their names were near the end, and standing would just make them weary (and sad[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;]). Anyway, I sat down somewhere and made myself comfortable. I talked to this one person, I forgot her name, she was a voice major. And my, her accent is so... theater-like ^_^. Anyway, after that, I toured the room a bit, and went back to my chair. This time, I talked to two guys -- my, I don't remember their names... maybe because they spoke too soft. We were talking about some stuff when suddenly my name was called -- sigh, they wasted my chance of having more friends! This I think, is called "bad timing". O_O Anyway, I proceeded to the table where the teacher was. The teacher looked familiar -- oh! he's the one who was the judge or something like that on my auditions! Anyway, he knew me right away, maybe because I was the first one to audition, and talked to a woman sitting behind me. He said these words: "Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Suaco&lt;/span&gt;! Your new student, almond. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Magaling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;.(He's Good.)" First thing that came into my mind was purely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;. Saying such a thing like that could ruin my chance of making new friends! T_T After that, I was quite boastful. "I am good? How can that be?" I asked myself. Oh, and this one gave me the creeps -- Terror Teacher!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;! I won't be able to pass my major subject! T_T I must work super extra hard, like piano for 10 hours a day.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But seriously, I hope she's not a terror piano teacher, or I'll be like my mentor who had a terror piano teacher too as her first teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of the scheduling of the majors/minors for piano, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; pd. has been overthrown. But it's a good thing that the professor for that subject wasn't in today. Lucky me, I get to go home as earlier as I expected -- well, not really. The thingy ended at 11:30 -- as if we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; class and it just ended. We then went out to eat, and we ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chowking&lt;/span&gt;. The absolutely high pitch sounds in the fast food chain really made me feel dizzy; not to mention that I'm also hungry. It 
