<?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-7432676602107879690</id><updated>2012-02-06T20:41:39.689+08:00</updated><category term='L'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='G'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='issues'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='comics'/><category term='new year'/><category term='wishlists'/><category term='college'/><category term='S'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='school'/><category term='welcome note'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>the WACKYCLASHER boredom corner.</title><subtitle type='html'>The website is still under construction. Don't worry--you are free to read all my entries here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7432676602107879690.post-3335021209788793842</id><published>2012-02-06T02:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T02:20:37.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>hello, you. we meet again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;February is supposed to be the love month—and here I am, trying to love everything I did for thesis. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about thesis. I’m currently 100% endorsed—but I still have lots of things to do: PowerPoint presentation, practising thesis defense…all the baloneys. (Not to mention, getting broke. HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I just want to write random stuff—since it’s been a long time. Thesis took its toll in my life—sleepless nights, non-stop sewing, and endless revisions. But after almost eight months of thesis-related stress, I guess it’s about time for me to practise defense—and it’s just only a week away. YES—one week away, to be exact. In short, a bloody Valentine for me (and to the rest of the 2012 batch—thanks to my batchmate, hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Here’s my current status in Facebook, which reminds me about thesis. Sure, there’s still a bit of tweaking and other stuff, but I need to be serious about what I did. (GOOD LUCK TO ME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/onemoarweekthesispartan020511.png" alt="For free hugs, I'm calling a supportive friend out there. You in? :P" title="For free hugs, I'm calling a supportive friend out there. You in? :P" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, on an unrelated note, I edited an old photo and put a note in Harabara font. YAY FOR BOREDOM! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/thecloudycardfortwitter.jpg" alt="This work out of boredom is more fun in Harabara font. HAHAHA!" title="This work out of boredom is more fun in Harabara font. HAHAHA!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, let’s go back to reality. In less than two months, I’m going to graduate. But first, I have to focus more on thesis defense and other school stuff. CHEERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; You might wonder why I mentioned sewing in this blog entry. I didn’t take fashion design for my thesis—but despite this, I like to sew. (For more info, click &lt;a href="http://cloudyzookalove.tumblr.com/tagged/THESIS.-SPARTA%21"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Follow my new badoodle blog: &lt;a href="http://cloudywhackzero.tumblr.com"&gt;Cloudy's "Bored" Art and Stuff&lt;/a&gt;. I'm going to post some of my boredom art there—whenever I feel like it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-3335021209788793842?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/3335021209788793842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=3335021209788793842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/3335021209788793842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/3335021209788793842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello-you-we-meet-again.html' title='hello, you. we meet again.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-7544001864139762824</id><published>2011-10-21T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:56:58.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I miss writing in a blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because I had so much stuff to do (thesis, most probably), I don’t write so much here these days. &lt;i&gt;Ganoon talaga ka-grabe ang&lt;/i&gt; hiatus &lt;i&gt;ko rito&lt;/i&gt;—especially when I’m in the middle of my senior year. But hey—I missed writing in a blog!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it’s semestral break these days—and I’m currently working on my thesis artwork. But for now, I just badly need a break (and wish for a KitKat—HAHAHA!).&lt;br /&gt;Talk about blogs. Sometimes, I thought of changing blog sites (Tumblr, anyone?)—but then again, I realized that there’s no point in transferring to another place when there’s nothing wrong with it. In fact, I’ve been blogging since I was a sophomore in high school, and deleted some along the way—but since this is my third personal blog, I guess this would stay for as long as I wished. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are personal issues—matters of the heart, to be exact. Even though six years have been passed since that certain person (whom I used to know since fourth grade) went away, I still haven’t really gotten over him (or at least, I’m trying to). Sometimes, I would remember those times (especially the craziest ones, lol) when I tried to get him to notice me. But later on—I would always tell myself that I’ve moved on, and the whole thing was over. Oh, well…he still has a place in my heart, though. *poker face*&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let’s scratch the paragraph before this one—for talking about that person just gets pointless in the end. As what I’ve said earlier, I’ve been out of school these days and working on my thesis. But as far as I have concerned—I passed all the subjects. THANK YOU, LORD—I made it through. Just one more sem to go and I’m off…hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/graduateinmydreamsartwork.jpg" alt="...well, let's just hope for this to happen. HAHAHA." title="...well, let's just hope for this to happen. HAHAHA." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;‘Kays. That’s all for now. It’s midnight, and I need to take a rest. Or, get back to work? HAHAHA—have a good night! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-7544001864139762824?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/7544001864139762824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=7544001864139762824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/7544001864139762824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/7544001864139762824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-miss-writing-in-blog.html' title='I miss writing in a blog.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-7310974333464338255</id><published>2011-08-29T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:12:08.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>a few more minutes and this lady is turning 21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/lalalamini.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy, 21, was a crybaby.&lt;br /&gt;A frustrated artist since birth.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Saudi Arabia at age 7 to study for three years.&lt;br /&gt;Been an anime fan since she was 11 (I guess so?).&lt;br /&gt;Had a huge crush on an older boy at age 11, which lasted for four years.&lt;br /&gt;Graduated elementary school at age 13. And, no, she didn’t experience seventh grade.&lt;br /&gt;Had a boyfriend at age 15, and her first and only breakup 10 months later.&lt;br /&gt;Graduated high school at age 17.&lt;br /&gt;Been intrigued by Lady Gaga and Katy Perry at age 18.&lt;br /&gt;Survived the wrath of Ondoy at age 19.&lt;br /&gt;Survived the wrath of a terror professor at age 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…and, I bet you never knew that, because it's been a long time since I last wrote a decent blog entry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Thesis and schoolwork keeps me away from writing personal thoughts, but I don't want to close down this blog—yet. I've been more active on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cloudyzooka_o12"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cloudyzookalove.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; these days, given that I've got so much work to do. But anyhow, I'm doing fine—and I have a blast being a senior.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's about time to go. &lt;b&gt;CHEERS—and happy birthday to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-7310974333464338255?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/7310974333464338255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=7310974333464338255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/7310974333464338255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/7310974333464338255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-more-minutes-and-this-lady-is.html' title='a few more minutes and this lady is turning 21.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-782570805450959588</id><published>2011-06-03T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:13:26.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>hellogoodbye, part II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/lolart060111.jpg" alt="'Nuff said. Nothing to expound more." title="'Nuff said. Nothing to expound more." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yep, you got that right. &lt;i&gt;Alam kong paulit-ulit ko itong sinasabi tungkol sa pagbabalik-eskwela ko&lt;/i&gt;, but that’s because it’s just a few days away before my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask myself: &lt;b&gt;Am I ready for thesis? Am I ready to take the challenges of my senior year?&lt;/b&gt; And, lastly—&lt;b&gt;am I ready to rock and roll?&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA—tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay. Three days to go. RAKENROLS NA TAYO, MGA PARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheers to 2011-2012.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; This will be my last hurrah before school comes around. Good luck to all of us, guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-782570805450959588?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/782570805450959588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=782570805450959588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/782570805450959588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/782570805450959588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2011/06/hellogoodbye-part-ii.html' title='hellogoodbye, part II.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-6917489011547390435</id><published>2011-05-31T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:13:19.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>one week to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I feel you, thesis&lt;i&gt;parta&lt;/i&gt;. And, my mind is currently on chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fav.me/d3ho7qn" target="_blank" title="Yes. That's how I roll when my mind is on chaos."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/dorkyhatterblogversion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, well. I still have one week before I go back to my usual schedule: school, plates, and sleeping as late as 7am (no, I’m not kidding). &lt;b&gt;WISH ME LUCK, GUYS.&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-6917489011547390435?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/6917489011547390435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=6917489011547390435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6917489011547390435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6917489011547390435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-week-to-go.html' title='one week to go.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8068142371524099659</id><published>2011-05-23T20:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:22:20.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>so, I’m back to blogging after a very long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;…and it’s all because of a part-time job. I even sacrificed my online hours just to finish my work—and to practice my rendering skills. It’s a good thing it paid off for a productive summer—and the upside here is, I get paid for every finished set. (Thanks to my high school classmate Jam for offering me a part-time job!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so the world did not end last Sunday morning (Saturday night, May 21, in California). It’s a good thing for all of us, because only God knows when this will exactly happen. In fact, the only reason why people make doomsday prophecies is they just want us to die. Or, they just have nothing to do with their lives. HAHAHA—some lame joke, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. It’s two weeks before class starts—and I’m an incoming senior. Which means, I’ll be taking up thesis this coming school year. Yes, I SMELL THE WRATH OF THESISPARTA—and it’s coming right in front of me. I kind of miss my school life, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;By the way, I’d like to greet my org friends, especially to Loli, Bricx, Odin, Yza, Annie, Chris, Willyboy, Mikhail, Clang, and Jobo.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are the fellows from 3ad2. You guys rock—and your laughter will be missed, &lt;/i&gt;lalo na’t maghihiwalay tayo&lt;i&gt; for thesis.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are my pals Arden, Tiarra, Leo, Halle, Giliane, Nikki-chan, Loui, Steph, Pamela, and some others who never fail to make me laugh despite being from different sections/year levels/courses/whatever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS YOU, GUYS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we’ll see each other soon. Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Ice cream? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cloudyzookalove.tumblr.com/post/2925656387" target="_blank" title="Never mind about the crappy ad design—eat me if you want to!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/gelatoadhahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8068142371524099659?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8068142371524099659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8068142371524099659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8068142371524099659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8068142371524099659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-im-back-to-blogging-after-very-long.html' title='so, I’m back to blogging after a very long time.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-4204072180645668369</id><published>2011-03-29T22:54:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:45:38.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>after a year of drama, suspense, and [insert genre here]…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;…junior year has ended. It was the best year for me…YET! No words can explain how much I enjoyed the school year 2010-2011, and I still can’t get over how epic it went, although some of its scenes can be deleted (killer subject woes, anyone?) upon further notice. HAHAHA—like, seriously. XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it’s been almost three months since I last posted here. But since I shared so much about my junior year during the past year (click &lt;a href="http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-2010-but-2011-is-coming-up.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more info—and please refer to June-December 2010!), I guess all I have to do is to state what happened last January-March 2011. And, the rest—they say—is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt; – so, what happened on this month is the quadricentennial celebration of my alma mater, the University of Santo Tomas. Of course, I took a lot of shots there—but since most are kind of crappy, I’ll just show you a number of outtakes from the event.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0245.jpg" alt="Preparing lechon for the Quadri Fiesta. KAINAN NA!" title="Preparing lechon for the Quadri Fiesta. KAINAN NA!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0253.jpg" alt="Yay. We're all in this together in the quadricentennial celebration of our alma mater, the University of Santo Tomas. GO, USTe! :D" title="Yay. We're all in this together in the quadricentennial celebration of our alma mater, the University of Santo Tomas. GO, USTe! :D!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cloudywhackzero/5570265307/" target="_blank" title="That's during the offertory. Something for the gallery--HAHAHA! (For more info, click here.)"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/offertory.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And, towards the end of the quadricentennial mass, I saw candlelights. Would you believe that a lot of people—students, alumni, and the like—participated here to commemorate the 400th anniversary of the University? It was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; epic, I swear—I'm so damn proud to be a Thomasian at 400. :D&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0313.jpg" alt="Medicine alumni, during the candlelight ceremony." title="Medicine alumni, during the candlelight ceremony." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;There are also other candlelight shots during the mass, too. (Click any of the two photos below for better viewing.)&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/CSC_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/CSC_0324mini-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/CSC_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/CSC_0327mini-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And, before I forget—some shots during January 26-27. (Pardon me—I posted a few photos of the quadricentennial celebration because I'm choosy like that. HAHAHA!)&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0157.jpg" alt="A stunning performance from the College of Tourism and Hospitality Management in front of St. Raymund's Building--and that was on the 26th of January." title="A stunning performance from the College of Tourism and Hospitality Management in front of St. Raymund's Building--and that was on the 26th of January." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0202.jpg" alt="And, there's the Quattromondial, sculpted by Ramon Orlina. Not to mention--a lot of people went to its inauguration last January 27 because of Piolo Pascual, one of its models. HAHAHA--so much for fan service! XD" title="And, there's the Quattromondial, sculpted by Ramon Orlina. Not to mention--a lot of people went to its inauguration last January 27 because of Piolo Pascual, one of its models. HAHAHA--so much for fan service! XD" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And, before I forget—a gratituous shot of me during the Q concert last January 27! Here's mine:&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/rawr-2.gif" alt="Pardon me for being a lion for tonight--but I just wanna say, &amp;quot;RAWR!&amp;quot;" title="Pardon me for being a lion for tonight--but I just wanna say, &amp;quot;RAWR!&amp;quot;" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt; – this February 9, we had our epic finale—CIRQ REGAL: The Runway Spectacle. This fashion show, organized by our batch, was a blast. Yes, we experienced pre-fashion show stress—design revisions, paperwork, and whatnot—but it was all worth it. Anywho, here’s some from Cirq Regal:&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0018mini.jpg" alt="Yes, I was part of the internal affairs committee of this event--and I'm proud of it." title="Yes, I was part of the internal affairs committee of this event--and I'm proud of it." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, there are some shots of me, together with my pal Jennifer and her blockmates before the fashion show started. HAHAHA—something to de-stress myself during registration period! XD (Click any of these photos for better viewing.)&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotoloco.multiply.com/photos/album/1169/UST_Cirq_Regal_NBC_Tent#photo=17" target="_blank" title="Yes, we're making weird faces like that. HAHAHA!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Fotoloco-UST-Cirq-Regal-NBC-Tent-041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotoloco.multiply.com/photos/album/1169/UST_Cirq_Regal_NBC_Tent#photo=18" target="_blank" title="...and we want MOAR! HAHAHA--thanks to Fotoloco! :D"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Fotoloco-UST-Cirq-Regal-NBC-Tent-042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, during the fashion show, we witnessed different styles of clothing—ranging from mimes, dolls, freaks, wilds, illusionists, acrobats, clowns, and pyros. Cirq Regal was a total blast!&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/avant-gardecourtesyoftehWillyboy.jpg" target="_blank" title="This photo contains the avant-garde styles of each section: Mimes (House of Theatrical Mimicry, 3ad6), Dolls (House of Fragile Perfection, 3ad3), Freaks (House of Eccentric Deformity, 3ad1), Wilds (House of Tempest Savagery, 3ad2), Illusionists (House of Dramatic Deception, 3ad5), Acrobats (House of Aerial Absolution, 3ad8), Clowns (House of Colorful Mischief, 3ad7), and Pyros (House of Crimson Lustre, 3ad4). Cheers to Willyboy! (For better viewing, click here.)"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Willyboysavant-gardeshots.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, on the 14th, I went to school just for teh lulz. Since it was the first day of thesis vacation week, I got so bored that I felt the need to spend some time shooting the architecture week parade (yes, it’s also the first day of architecture week)—and tag along with some of my pals (as well as meeting the new ones, hahaha).&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0011.jpg" alt="There's Noctis and Tifa, on a motorcycle. (Yes, it's Final Fantasy XIII.)" title="There's Noctis and Tifa, on a motorcycle. (Yes, it's Final Fantasy XIII.)" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0015.jpg" alt="Then, there's a Dragon Ball Z float, with Gokou and other characters in it. KEWL BEANZ~" title="Then, there's a Dragon Ball Z float, with Gokou and other characters in it. KEWL BEANZ~" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0019.jpg" alt="There's also a Lord of the Rings float, too. What do you think, guys? :D" title="There's also a Lord of the Rings float, too. What do you think, guys? :D" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0033.jpg" alt="Oooh, a missile! Just watch out for this one~ :O" title="Oooh, a missile! Just watch out for this one~ :O" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0039.jpg" alt="Then, here's the parade of the great AR4-5. They were portraying Dragon Ball Z characters then, and they looked good in costumes! (The theme for this year's arki week is games-related, by the way.)" title="Then, here's the parade of the great AR4-5. They were portraying Dragon Ball Z characters then, and they looked good in costumes! (The theme for this year's arki week is games-related, by the way.)" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC_0042.jpg" alt="And then, there's the Crash Bandicoot float. Reminds me of my late childhood, in which I used to play Crash Bandicoot games then. HAHAHA!" title="And then, there's the Crash Bandicoot float. Reminds me of my late childhood, in which I used to play Crash Bandicoot games then. HAHAHA!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/IMG0199A.jpg" alt="Oooh. Look at me, two cats biting my cheeks! HAHAHA--cheers to Anel for the hat, and the Thomasian Nippon Sei for the cat plushies." title="Oooh. Look at me, two cats biting my cheeks! HAHAHA--cheers to Anel for the hat, and the Thomasian Nippon Sei for the cat plushies." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, last February 21-22, my block and I went on a retreat to Caleruega, Nasugbu, Batangas. We, together with blocks 3ad3 and 3ad4, had our spiritual experience there through some activities—and felt a sense of renewal as we got back home. Oh, the wonders of God…:D&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Caleruega0222.jpg" alt="This is a shot of me before we went home. Something for the memories, eh? :D" title="This is a shot of me before we went home. Something for the memories, eh? :D" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt; – This is the last month of my junior year, in which we had to prove ourselves that we can survive the most crucial year…EVER. Yes, there is a lot of homework to do in a short span of time—but at least we made it just before the school year ended (which was last March 26). Then, there’s the vacation. YAY FOR VACATION! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, well. I couldn’t believe I have made so many memories in the first three months of 2011—but I was that grateful enough to have experienced all these. I also made new friends in such a span of time, too—cheers to the following people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thomasian Nippon Sei guys and gals &lt;b&gt;Anel, Francis, R’win, Hana, Niko&lt;/b&gt;…and the rest of the org (credits to Giliane and Sam—&lt;i&gt;pati na rin si&lt;/i&gt; Emman from arnis class back in frosh year). Yes, I may not be a member of the said organization, but being with them made my Valentine’s Day &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; awesome. CHEERS, GUYS! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3ad4 retreat groupmates &lt;b&gt;Pau, Manel, Sam, Malou,&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Chean&lt;/b&gt; (am I right?), for sharing experiences and whatnot during the retreat. We may not be close friends, but that made all the difference. THANKS, GUYS! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Information systems froshies &lt;b&gt;Bim, Shane, Terence, Franz&lt;/b&gt;…and the rest of this block, which I met while waiting in front of the drug testing laboratory last March 10. You guys are so nice to be with—even in just a short span of time. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are also other matters to be thankful of, like surviving what could have been a tragedy for us (read: Japan tsunami-quake, March 11)—and some other things like passing an exam. And, the best of all, I must be thankful to my family, classmates, friends, and of course, the LORD—for those happy memories I had this junior year.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that’s the end of it, eh? I’ll just show you a picture of myself way back around June-July 2010. Anyways, &lt;b&gt;CHEERS TO US THIS VACATION!&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/USTgrowls.jpg" alt="Proud to be a Thomasian at 400. Yes, that's who I am! :D" title="Proud to be a Thomasian at 400. Yes, that's who I am! :D" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-4204072180645668369?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/4204072180645668369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=4204072180645668369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/4204072180645668369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/4204072180645668369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2011/03/after-year-of-drama-suspense-and-insert.html' title='after a year of drama, suspense, and [insert genre here]…'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-2303019830463233949</id><published>2010-12-30T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:49:13.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>thank you 2010, but 2011 is coming up next.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHAHA. Talk about patterning my last words for 2010 from an ending line in the Super Mario games (which is, “Thank you, Mario—but the princess is in another castle!”). Not to mention, I just named one of my Facebook convos with a pal after that one, too! XD (That reminds me, I’m listening to Lady Gaga and Beyoncé’s “Telephone” in my head while watching K-ON!! when I wrote this.)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, 2010 has been a blast. It was an emotional rollercoaster—ranging from lost phones to Friday photowalks, and fashion shows to plates-related drama. But, the good thing about this year is that I got to meet (and spend time) with the most awesome guys and gals I’ve ever seen—whether they’re my classmates in track and field (which was way back from the second semester of my sophie year) or they’re just strangers I’ve met from my photo walks. (HAHAHA—by the way, having photo walks is one of the perks of taking up photography subjects.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let’s first have a recap of what happened during 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt; – nothing much happened; I focused on plates and other academic stuff. NEXT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt; – I lost my phone in school last February 3. But on the 24th, my batch watched the fashion show—which was themed “YEAR ZERO: Apocalypse Recoutured.” Of course, I had a blast with friends—not to mention, seeing awesome clothing styles (although some are way off, hahaha).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt; – on this month, my sophie year ended with a bit of uncertainty. Still, the best part here is that I get to spend my last P.E. days with my fellows from the track and field (Nixie, Jin, Marione, Nico, Khervin, Keem, Kat, Dan Ray, Pache, Ivana, and Ma’am Apolonia, of course!).&lt;br /&gt;Then, there’s a comic book seminar at the Tan Yan Kee building last March 5. YAY FOR SHOWING SOME ORGROOM LOVE—especially to our guest speakers Lyndon Gregorio and Andrew Villar.&lt;br /&gt;There’s one more thing: after all the drama we experienced during our sophomore year (adprac3, anyone?), my blockies went to Missionaries of Charity in Tayuman last March 26. YAY FOR SHOWING SOME LOVE FOR THE LESS UNFORTUNATE! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt; – since it was summer season, I did nothing but to doodle and stay in front of the computer, of course. HAHAHA—but I still had time to watch TV and sleep a lot! XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt; – it was the election month for all of us Filipinos. Sad to say, I did not vote despite being in legal age (I was 19 then; one is eligible to vote at the age of 18).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt; – it was the start of my junior year. New subjects, new adventure—everything except my blockmates (unless if you’re an irregular). And, since I’m taking up photography classes, I started having photo walks around the campus.&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about this month is, I had my bag slashed—and lost my all-new phone (actually, it was just two weeks old!) while on my way to school one fine day. (Not to mention, it was a Wednesday when it happened. HAHAHA!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt; – nothing really much happened on this month, but I joined two orgs—Illustrator’s Guild of the University of Santo Tomas (actually, I’m part of it since my frosh year) and i.Obscura Photography Organization (for the love of photography).&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the last Friday of this month was the best day for me—aside from shooting my heart out, I even got to mingle with new people—especially with the CA seniors (who were taking photography class at the botanical garden then). &lt;i&gt;GRABE—todo-&lt;/i&gt;enjoy &lt;i&gt;pa nga ako rito, eh!&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt; – still nothing; more plates and other stuff came my way—except for my turning twenty and meeting some more people, especially during photo walks. Ayun lang—NEXT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt; – first things first, there was illUST general assembly last September 3. Advertising arts alumni (and the bearers of the best thesis titles during their graduating years) Lee Batula and Jei Marcelino were guest speakers then, and my org pals and I had a great time. Not to mention, I even got to see my orgmate Clang perform onstage! HAHAHA—how’s that for bloody awesomeness, eh? (And, yeah—I was quoting her. She’s bloody awesome, and I’m serious about that.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt; – that’s when I ended the first semester of my junior year with a bang. But before that, my block, together with Ma’am Carrie (adprac4 professor), went to Nido Fortified Science Discovery Center last October 2 for the Dawn of the Space Age activity. YAY FOR GOING BACK TO BEING KIDS! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt; – this month was undoubtedly one of the best months I ever had this year—ranging from giving gift art to my pals (cheers to Ate Yema and Arden!) to making the most of my college week despite the boredom I experienced all throughout the week (cheers to the orgmateys and some other guys—especially to Arden [engineering sophomore] and CFAD alumni Joseph [he’s also my high school buddy, too] and Ma’am Chanty [of Cross PolyNation] for making my “boredom” week one of the best days of my life). On the other hand—since the second semester of my junior year started this month, I got to face the wrath of my terror professor—in fact, he has a good side; he could even joke around with us, too! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt; – ‘tis the season to be jolly! I had a blast with my blockies at the field last December 16—and we went hippie (HAHAHA—we really brought back Woodstock!). Then the next day, I attended Paskuhan for the second time (yes, you heard me right—it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; my second time!), and enjoyed the night with my orgmates despite the boredom I experienced. Not to mention—my second time would have been an epic one if I got to see Pupil and Kamikazee perform onstage and had witnessed the fireworks that midnight. HAHAHA. &lt;i&gt;Sa uulitin na lang,&lt;/i&gt; guys! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, well. These were really the best days of 2010—for me. In fact, as the closing of the year is fast approaching, I realize that I got to strike a balance between studies and social life (although I’m much more of an introvert, hahaha). It’s just that I still have to focus more on studies—especially that I’m about to go on thesis mode next school year—since I tend to procrastinate at times.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let’s move on to the credits part. First of all, I would like to thank the Lord for all the blessings I had throughout the year. He never left my side despite the trials and tribulations I had—and no matter what happens, I will always hold on to Him. Again, THANK YOU—and I praise You for everything! ♥&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I would like to thank my family for utmost support—and for the times they never gave up on me despite all the ups and downs I experienced all throughout the year. Yes, we may not be in good terms sometimes, but you always respected my decision to become a better person. Again, THANK YOU—and I love you all! ♥&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I would like to thank my blockmates (3ad-2) for all the support you had for my efforts. Even though we aren’t &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; close, you will always be my blockmates no matter what. Anyways, let’s just make the most of it, since this would be the last semester that we stay together as one family. Again, THANK YOU, GUYS. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Then, there’s the orgroom people—whom I have spent most of my free time for three years now. I would like to thank you for making me feel welcomed despite all the plates-related drama I had. We may have different class schedules, but spending time with you guys at the orgroom is priceless. OUR MEMORIES WILL FOREVER BE CHERISHED, DUDES AND DUDETTES! ♥ (Not to mention—I hope our orgmatey Jojo goes back to the Philippines with buckets of snow in his luggage next month. HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank some others, too—and here’s the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my fellow irregulars (Kuya Royce, Centz, Ate Ken, Gen, Flerika, Cholo, Lloyd, Rane, Kliff, Tseri, Bernie, Yuriko, and others), thanks for being such good classmates, even in just one semester. We may only meet once in a blue moon, but being with you guys added spice in my college life. (Come to think of it—KUYA ROY, I’M STILL WAITING FOR YOUR DEBTS. You have to pay me—first thing in the year 2011!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my professors (Ma’am Carrie, Ma’am Jing, Sir Barrameda, Sir Deon, and a lot more), thank you so much for the inspiration. If not for you, I wouldn’t make it so far—even if it meant staying up late and making the most of my free days. CHEERS TO ALL OF YOU! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my former classmates and schoolmates (especially Pam, Steph T., Kaye, Chiara, Mara, Sheng, and Nikki), cheers to you. We rarely see each other in campus (or none at all, hahaha), but you guys never fail to make my day despite schedule differences (let alone being in different colleges). STAY SAFE, GUYS. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my classmates in track and field (most especially Nixie, Jin, Marione, Khervin, Nico, Dan, Kat, Pache, and Keem), thank you for making my last P.E. class &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; epic. YOU GUYS ARE REALLY THE BEST P.E.-MATES I EVER HAD. Cheers to ya, guys~ :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my other fellows from CFAD (Halle, Leo, Rei, Nyanne, Kristina, Giliane, Jam, Sandy, Loui, and some others), thanks for being such good listeners. We may not always get to bond every day, but you never fail to give sunshine. LET’S ROCK AND ROLL, GUYS! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my workmates (Bea S., Jovie, Ara, Feitan, Hazel, and some others)—our bonding will always be cherished, no matter how hard our job is. Together—we (together with the batchmates) are gonna make this project possible this February 9. CHEERS TO YA, GUYS! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the new pals I’ve met halfway (especially Arden, MKay, Tonette, Willyboy, Kathlene, Christine, and Jen), you guys rocked my socks. We only met just this year, but it’s never too late for us to get to know more about each other. YAY FOR YOU, DUDES! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And, lastly—to the random people I meet every day (especially Ate Yema and the guys I met in my photo walks—such as the CA seniors, psych froshies, AB Econ froshies Joyce, Joel, and her blockies…and some others), thank you for making my day. Even though we only met once, you guys helped me push through with my plateys (and other matters, too). THANK YOU, GUYS! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;WHOA. I just couldn’t believe how time flew so fast. In just a few moments, we’re going to welcome the year 2011. So, for those who are going to use pyrotechnics this New Year’s Eve, I hope you guys stay safe. &lt;i&gt;Huwag lang sana kayo maputulan ng kamay,&lt;/i&gt; please! HAHAHA. &lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinellaspeach.com/files/2009/07/fireworks.jpg" target="_blank" title="Cheers to ya, guys! Click here for the original photo. :D"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-2303019830463233949?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2303019830463233949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=2303019830463233949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2303019830463233949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2303019830463233949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-2010-but-2011-is-coming-up.html' title='thank you 2010, but 2011 is coming up next.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-1333884930945549510</id><published>2010-12-20T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:50:04.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas may be about cold weather, but I’m full of sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past week was a blast—especially last December 16-17. It was full of awesomeness and delight—cheers to my blockmates, orgmates, and a bunch of pals.&lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to share what happened last December 16, 2010. We celebrated our block’s Christmas party at the football field—which we called it the “Busneker Night.” On that night, every one of us wore our hippie outfits and enjoyed so much until the music stopped. (Yes, we had background music—thanks to practicing dancers! By the way, I’m gonna show you some photos from the party.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/1-fromKeisha.jpg" alt="This is me, before the party started." title="This is me, before the party started." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/mewithMCandMimibyThea.jpg" alt="Then, there are shots of me, together with blockies M.C. (left shot) and Mimi (right shot)." title="Then, there are shots of me, together with blockies M.C. (left shot) and Mimi (right shot)." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/fromInaD.jpg" alt="There's a stolen shot of me taking a picture. Cheers to Ina D!" title="There's a stolen shot of me taking a picture. Cheers to Ina D!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Kenlyingdown.jpg" alt="Hey, it's Ate Ken lying down. I'm pretty sure she's enjoying the night, eh?" title="Hey, it's Ate Ken lying down. I'm pretty sure she's enjoying the night, eh?" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/KenandGeloyharanasession.jpg" alt="Then, there's Ken and Geloy on their harana session. Gotta rock n' roll with these guys!" title="Then, there's Ken and Geloy on their harana session. Gotta rock n' roll with these guys!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/kainanna-byGeloy.jpg" alt="Eating time, dudes! YAY FOR POT LUCK~" title="Eating time, dudes! YAY FOR POT LUCK~" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/kainanna.jpg" alt="My blockmates were all smiles while eating dinner. NOW, THAT'S COOL!" title="My blockmates were all smiles while eating dinner. NOW, THAT'S COOL!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;We also had games, too. First, we had charades—in which we should guess the title of the movie that was acted out by our group representatives (we were divided into two groups). Then, we did the sack race, and the limbo rock (in which we called it the "Libingborak").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Keishaduringsackrace.jpg" alt="There's Keisha, during the sack race." title="There's Keisha, during the sack race." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/MimionLibingborak.jpg" alt="Then, there's Mimi, during the Libingborak." title="Then, there's Mimi, during the Libingborak." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Vanessaduringthelibingborak.jpg" alt="Oh, no! Somebody help Vanessa with the Libingborak...or else! HAHAHA." title="Oh, no! Somebody help Vanessa with the Libingborak...or else! HAHAHA." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;We also had jump shots of our blockmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/VeeandKooxsjumpshots.jpg" alt="My jump shots of Vanessa and Kookoo. Whadyathinks...? HAHAHA." title="My jump shots of Vanessa and Kookoo. Whadyathinks...? HAHAHA." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/CloudysjumpshotbyThea.jpg" alt="Oh, I also have a jump shot, too! (Thanks, Thea.)" title="Oh, I also have a jump shot, too! (Thanks, Thea.)" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;...and for the epic finale, we had the jamming session—together with Geloy and Ate Ken. ROCK N' ROLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/GeloyandAteKenjammingsessions.jpg" alt="Yay for jamming sessions--cheers to Geloy and Ate Ken! MOAR SONGS PLZ~" title="Yay for jamming sessions--cheers to Geloy and Ate Ken! MOAR SONGS PLZ~" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Oh—I almost forgot. The group shots during the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/GeloyGieramVanessaandKen.jpg" alt="Geloy, Gieram, Vanessa, and Ken--all in hippie outfits." title="Geloy, Gieram, Vanessa, and Ken--all in hippie outfits." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Beasgroup.jpg" alt="Then, there's Isai, Kimoy, Ddth, Tseri, Bea, and Pris during dinnertime." title="Then, there's Isai, Kimoy, Ddth, Tseri, Bea, and Pris during dinnertime." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then the next day, it was the Paskuhan night together with my orgmates—and a bunch of friends, too. I could say that this was one of the epic nights this 2010—because I had so much fun with them, even though all we did was to eat and exchange chit-chats. HAHAHA. Here are a few photos I’m going to show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/portraitbytheWillyboy.jpg" alt="A shot of me during the Paskuhan. Cheers to the Willyboy himself!" title="A shot of me during the Paskuhan. Cheers to the Willyboy himself!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/WillyboyLoliandYza.jpg" alt="Then, a shot of Willyboy, Loli, and Yza finding happiness in cute things." title="Then, a shot of Willyboy, Loli, and Yza finding happiness in cute things." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/AnnieChen.jpg" alt="Then, there's Annie, wearing a cute hat. This cute hat is owned by our pal Chris's little brother!" title="Then, there's Annie, wearing a cute hat. This cute hat is owned by our pal Chris's little brother!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/WilmarkJolindonakaWillyboy.jpg" alt="And, there's the Willyboy in his most &amp;quot;professional&amp;quot; pose. YAY FOR DOCUMENTATION!" title="And, there's the Willyboy in his most &amp;quot;professional&amp;quot; pose. YAY FOR DOCUMENTATION!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/KristinCornejo.jpg" alt="Oh, there's Yuriko. She's pretty this Paskuhan night!" title="Oh, there's Yuriko. She's pretty this Paskuhan night!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I also have a few shots from the program itself, too. Here's some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/sleigh-fromtheparade.jpg" alt="There's a sleigh during the parade. So cool, eh?" title="There's a sleigh during the parade. So cool, eh?" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/concert-frontact.jpg" alt="And, there's a concert in the grandstand. I don't know what band was performing during that time, but I'm pretty sure a lot of Thomasians enjoyed watching them perform." title="And, there's a concert in the grandstand. I don't know what band was performing during that time, but I'm pretty sure a lot of Thomasians enjoyed watching them perform." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/BeatoduringPaskuhan.jpg" alt="Oh, there's the Beato Angelico Building during the Paskuhan! So pretty to look at." title="Oh, there's the Beato Angelico Building during the Paskuhan! So pretty to look at." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I may not have witnessed the fireworks nor watched Pupil and Kamikazee perform live, but a night with orgroom people had been a blast. (THANKS SO MUCH, GUYS—no matter what happens, you will always be my highlight of the day. ♥)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. There are still a lot of stories to share that happened aside from the events mentioned above, like the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got my first Starbucks planner last December 16&lt;/b&gt;—thanks to my frequent trips there and giving coffee treats to my brothers and my pal Halle. And yes, splurging for coffee (and tea) is so worth it. HAHAHA. :D By the way, I’m going to show you one of my doodles from the planner:&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/doodle001.jpg" alt="A Christmas-themed doodle, dated today. By the way, it's five days before Christmas!" title="A Christmas-themed doodle, dated today. By the way, it's five days before Christmas!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I gave gifts to my good ol’ pals&lt;/b&gt;—cheers to orgroom loves Bricx, Yza, Tonette, MKay, Kat, Willyboy, Sid, Odin, Ivan, Clang, Annie, Loli, and Pilar, and to my classmates Kim and Tseri—all of them received a charm (or a key chain) from me during the past week. On the other hand, my friend Leo gave me a bottle of perfume while I was talking to Halle, Nixie, and Clang last December 16. YAY FOR FRUITY SCENT! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And, the best thing that happened to me is, &lt;b&gt;I enjoyed so much during the first few months of second semester.&lt;/b&gt; I know this isn’t related to this post, but it was a whirlwind of emotions during the past months—ranging from failing marks (adprac5, anyone?) to plates-related stress. But then again, what mattered most here is how I survived on that period—I even had LOL-worthy moments along the way! XD Anyways, I’d like to share my former status in Facebook, which went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/unendingplatesstress112910.png" alt="My Facebook status, dated November 29, 2010. Cheers to my pals Arden and Stephie for the feedback!" title="My Facebook status, dated November 29, 2010. Cheers to my pals Arden and Stephie for the feedback!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay. Before I end this blog post, I would like to share a message from a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; approachable fellow from the orgroom. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/EkoonChristmas.jpg" alt="This is my orgmate Eko's doodle, with a message that says, &amp;quot;PAG-IBIG NGAYONG PASKO!&amp;quot; Approachable much? XD" title="This is my orgmate Eko's doodle, with a message that says, &amp;quot;PAG-IBIG NGAYONG PASKO!&amp;quot; Approachable much? XD" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;HAHAHA. Don’t worry about the picture above; there will always be good vibes coming up. Stay cool this Christmas, guys! HAPPY HOLIDAYS~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-1333884930945549510?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/1333884930945549510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=1333884930945549510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/1333884930945549510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/1333884930945549510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-may-be-about-cold-weather-but.html' title='Christmas may be about cold weather, but I’m full of sunshine.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-2841720737549361386</id><published>2010-11-22T00:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:28:56.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>how my first two weeks of second semester went.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, CFAD Week (a.k.a. the BOREDOM Week) is finally over. Aside from plate exhibits and a little of entertainment, nothing happened at all. It’s just that being with orgroom friends (and a handful of others, too) made the week memorable—even though it meant mindless babbling about the randomness of things. (Thanks so much, guys!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I know this year’s CFAD Week majorly sucked, but at least I enjoyed a least bit. In fact, the first two weeks of second semester (CFAD Week included) involved a lot of boredom, given that almost all of my classes are peppered with orientations (if the professor is around) and oh-so-long waits (which can last for at least an hour, depending on the length of class). Because of these, I get to spend most of my free time in the orgroom—and doodle my heart away. (Check out my newest deviations by clicking &lt;a href="http://artistang-kamote12.deviantart.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;The first two Fridays of second semester are what I considered “gift art days”—but I’d really like to show you my rendition of Ate Yema (Kathryn Kaye Carpio in real life). A nursing graduate since 2008, she’s known for selling sweets (yema, pastillas, cookies, food for the gods, and the so-called “special” polvoron) around the campus. Out of admiration for her, I did this piece during the semestral break—and by the time I saw her last November 12 (the first Friday of the second semester), I gave it to her. She even gave me free pastillas for that one! (Thanks so much, Ate Kaye!)&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about Ate Yema, go like her Facebook fan page by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/ATE-Yema-pride-of-UST/165730783456296 "&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. She has around 6,000 fans and still counting, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/AteYema.jpg" alt="This is my rendition of Ate Yema. Done using watercolours and Uni-Pin tips." title="This is my rendition of Ate Yema. Done using watercolours and Uni-Pin tips." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, on the second Friday (which was the third day of CFAD Week), I had another gift art to my pal Arden. In fact—this gift art has the same content as the print I gave him last October 15 (the second-to-the-last day of first semester). But this time, it was the visual audit itself, enclosed on a short brown envelope sealed with coloured band-aids and a doodle. (For more info about the artwork, click &lt;a href="http://artistang-kamote12.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2xb9jb"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/prelim1-1.jpg" alt="This artwork is used as my visual audit for my package design1 prelims. But later on, I gave this to Arden for a friendly thanks. :)" title="This artwork is used as my visual audit for my package design1 prelims. But later on, I gave this to Arden for a friendly thanks. :)" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;There are also instances when I had to attend to other matters, like the fashion show. Since this would be a main event next year, my batch is currently working on this one. Yes, the past fashion shows (&lt;a href="http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-it-has-been-blast-during-that-night.html"&gt;YEAR ZERO&lt;/a&gt; included) were a blast—but we were expected to do better, for this would be the last one my course is going to hold.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this would be the end for now. Good night, pals! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Christmas is coming around in a month. Do you have any plans for this season? HAHAHA. Cheers, guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-2841720737549361386?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2841720737549361386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=2841720737549361386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2841720737549361386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2841720737549361386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-my-first-two-weeks-of-second.html' title='how my first two weeks of second semester went.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8622729337668548744</id><published>2010-11-01T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:30:45.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>prelude to second semester, 2010-2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a week and a half to go, I’m going back to school. And, despite the impending terror I’m about to experience, I’m feeling a bit hyperactive today. I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. So, today is a period wherein we should be visiting our dead relatives—but instead of being in the province, I’m in front of the computer, doing nothing while listening to the songs from hit anime series &lt;i&gt;Bleach&lt;/i&gt;. Actually, there’s nothing wrong with this one, but then again, what is important is that we offer our prayers for their eternal peace.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my break, I think I’ve spent my time productively—it’s a good thing my art materials aren’t there for nothing. Still, there are times that I laze around and watch drama shows (&lt;i&gt;Kristine&lt;/i&gt;, anyone?), cartoons, and anime—or even read a good book. (Ahh…the luxury of being a bum. HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let’s talk about my plans for this coming semester. Here’s the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plates, plates, and more plates—as always.&lt;/b&gt; That’s the staple of my life as a fine arts student!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Less procrastination = more work.&lt;/b&gt; I hope this works. Like, how many times did I remind myself of this? HAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prepare for the last fashion show.&lt;/b&gt; You heard me right—we’re going to host the fashion show next year. And, I think this is going to be the most exciting part of the semester. (Well, it depends on the outcome, hahaha.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And of course, &lt;b&gt;let’s not forget the good times.&lt;/b&gt; That’s what friends are for! HAHAHA. Don’t ask why—I love them so much &lt;strike&gt;to the point of strangling their necks&lt;/strike&gt;! (Cheers to my classmates, orgmates, and other awesome people for giving me good vibes.)  :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, well. That’s all for today. Good night, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I badly wanted to go back to school, but the best thing I could do is to wait until November 10. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8622729337668548744?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8622729337668548744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8622729337668548744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8622729337668548744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8622729337668548744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/11/prelude-to-second-semester-2010-2011.html' title='prelude to second semester, 2010-2011.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-5078037945186195542</id><published>2010-10-29T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:41:07.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>when boredom strikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I’m in the middle of the semestral break and life has been pretty easy since it started. But as days go by, I realize how I missed my good old friends from school—and all the fun I used to have whenever I’m with them, even though this meant hours of nonstop talking about mundane things.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just got enrolled for the second semester yesterday. I know, I’m going to have close encounters with a terror professor on that period, but after some moments of sharing with pals, it dawned to me that I must take the challenge and be mature about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/somebodydrewthisone.jpg" alt="One of my classmates doodled this in one of our package design1 classes. Call me a bumblebee if you wish, but I'm more than that. HAHAHA!" title="One of my classmates doodled this in one of our package design1 classes. Call me a bumblebee if you wish, but I'm more than that. HAHAHA!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, call me a busybody, but I’ve been much more of a lazy bunny these days. If I had been on that situation during the past semester, then this must have been intensified by waking up as late as twelve noon, staying in front of the computer for such long hours, and watching TV shows. It was a good thing I still have my family (and a bunch of contacts, hahaha) to keep me sane throughout the break, and I’m grateful for that. :D&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today. Good day, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I just realized that I wrote this postscript part because of an episode of &lt;i&gt;Samurai Champloo&lt;/i&gt; that was aired yesterday morning. Take note: it’s a rerun, but I like the anime series. HAHAHA. Just a random thought. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-5078037945186195542?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/5078037945186195542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=5078037945186195542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5078037945186195542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5078037945186195542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='when boredom strikes.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-1305141560370175925</id><published>2010-10-23T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:28:51.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>first week of semestral break? not too boring, just a bit relaxing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, the first week of semestral break was kind of boring at first—but it’s a good thing I found joy in reading literary folios, watching TV shows, drawing human figures, and the best of all, more sleep. Yes, my body clock was totally screwed up since I always spent a lot of time working on my plates; but I’m better off having a break than be on this situation.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I just got my clearance. I felt like a breeze when I went back to school—and it’s NOT because I passed all the subjects. I missed my friends—especially my orgmates—so this was the best time to bond, even if it was just a short while. HAHAHA. I know there’s Facebook and other social networking sites to bond, but it’s so much better when I get to see them personally—and I prefer it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. ‘Guess I have to end this right now. For the moment, I would like to share a Starbucks doodle, which I did last September 30, 2010. (Sorry, guys. I feel bored today. HAHAHA.)&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/starbugsicemunchlol.jpg" alt="Starbucks doodle. Markers, pen, and ink on a Starbucks tissue." title="Starbucks doodle. Markers, pen, and ink on a Starbucks tissue." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE A HAPPY SEMESTRAL BREAK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cloudylove&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-1305141560370175925?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/1305141560370175925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=1305141560370175925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/1305141560370175925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/1305141560370175925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-week-of-semestral-break-not-too.html' title='first week of semestral break? not too boring, just a bit relaxing.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-1054041781305603974</id><published>2010-10-19T21:22:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:48:04.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>I made these for the love of poems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;We only met twice at the waiting shed&lt;br /&gt;We got to chat much and we became friends&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you the very next day&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, you’ve gone far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared so much; how can I forget?&lt;br /&gt;We screamed and shouted; we didn’t regret&lt;br /&gt;Those Wednesdays we had, I felt so gay&lt;br /&gt;But time flies by, and all I do is pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much; let’s meet each other again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you until the day ends&lt;br /&gt;We may be of different sides, but let’s not forget&lt;br /&gt;We’re one of a kind, being good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay on my bed with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;I look up to the sky; I see stars falling ablaze&lt;br /&gt;As I drift myself to sleep, I feel my eyes gleam&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I see myself in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone on a yellow brick road&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost; I’ve got nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Then a boy passes by me, so young and composed&lt;br /&gt;I do not notice him; my mind is too cluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, I see that boy again&lt;br /&gt;This time he comes over me, wiping my tears&lt;br /&gt;I take a second look. He’s a nice guy, I say&lt;br /&gt;He cheers me up, washing away all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes my life colourful like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I even wish I could see him tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Alas! I wake up; it was all just a dream&lt;br /&gt;I break down, realizing how he made my heart scream.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Both of them are done around late September-early October 2010.&lt;br /&gt;©2010 Cloudylove. All rights reserved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-1054041781305603974?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/1054041781305603974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=1054041781305603974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/1054041781305603974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/1054041781305603974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-made-these-for-love-of-poems.html' title='I made these for the love of poems.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-2491535729706579989</id><published>2010-10-17T22:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:02:07.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>today is the start of the break, and I’m good to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may have started the first semester of 2010-2011 a bit so-so (I guess?), but the ending turned out epic for some reason. It was a good thing a friend told me that I must love the finals week—and I did, for once (although I seem to think that I did not take the semester seriously, hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m going to share the same old stuff—ranging from such statements of “missing” somebody and whatnot during the break. In fact, I had a blast this semester; just leave out the bad things I did (and somehow experienced) during that period.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a good thing I finished everything when it comes to subjects. But it’s much better that I enjoyed my first half of my junior year, regardless of all the achievements I made. I’m going to state the reasons why.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because of photography (not to mention, my love of small talks with the new people), I got to meet awesome people around the campus.&lt;/b&gt; One of them is Joyce (yes, she has the same name as mine), an AB Economics frosh. She, together with her classmate Joel, was having a photo shoot for her group presentation—and since I was shooting my heart away for my photography class then, I tagged along with her group, who also brought cameras with them. Here are some of my shots of Joyce and Joel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/JoyceCatanduanes.jpg" alt="This is Joyce, posing as a forest nymph (or so I thought). Damn yeah, she's pretty!" title="This is Joyce, posing as a forest nymph (or so I thought). Damn yeah, she's pretty!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/JoyceJoelI.jpg" alt="Then, this is an another shot of Joyce, together with her classmate Joel. They may not be together in real life, but I like how they executed their &amp;quot;sweetness.&amp;quot;" title="Then, this is an another shot of Joyce, together with her classmate Joel. They may not be together in real life, but I like how they executed their &amp;quot;sweetness.&amp;quot;" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/JoyceJoelII.jpg" alt="This last shot is the best one. All I can say is, AWESOME! Bagay sila, ano? HAHAHA." title="This last shot is the best one. All I can say is, AWESOME! Bagay sila, ano? HAHAHA." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;There are also other awesome people I saw in campus, like the eagle mascot I saw at the walkway.  HAHAHA. Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/theeagleman.jpg" alt="This is the eagle mascot, which I saw at the walkway one day. This guy was there to scare unsuspecting victims! HAHAHA." title="This is the eagle mascot, which I saw at the walkway one day. This guy was there to scare unsuspecting victims! HAHAHA." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;On the contrary, I met some people through random conversations—like Arden, a sophomore from the faculty of engineering. He and his pals chanced on my package design1 plate I was working on and gushed over my renditions of Ryu, Snake, and Sudowoodo (click &lt;a href="http://artistang-kamote12.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2xbaz9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more info), while I waited for my adprac4 groupmates. Since his friends had to attend their volleyball class then, Arden (who was taking up social dance for his P.E. class on Wednesday mornings) sat around—and I started having a chat with him. We shared a lot of stuff, ranging from college life to fangirling woes (in my case, hahaha). HAHAHA—that’s how we became pals. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Having an “epic” moment doesn’t have to deal with the epicness of things.&lt;/b&gt; One perfect example of an “epic” moment was when my orgroom pals, Mikhail, Magoo, and Justin, and I were cleaning the orgroom last September 29, 2010, we got to see a lot of archived materials there—ranging from old test papers to cassette tapes (talk about vintage!) Here are some what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/IMG0058A.jpg" alt="Sir Crispin's videocassette. The movie was titled &amp;quot;The Family Man.&amp;quot; Talk about vintage!" title="Sir Crispin's videocassette. The movie was titled &amp;quot;The Family Man.&amp;quot; Talk about vintage!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/LeeBatula2ad-606-07.jpg" alt="This is Lee Batula, circa 2006. He was sporting a Bruce Lee haircut then. HAHAHA. Sharing!" title="This is Lee Batula, circa 2006. He was sporting a Bruce Lee haircut then. HAHAHA. Sharing!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/IMG0060A.jpg" alt="This is me, trying on a mask. It's a vanity shot after Mikhail, Justin, Magoo, and I cleaned the orgroom." title="This is me, trying on a mask. It's a vanity shot after Mikhail, Justin, Magoo, and I cleaned the orgroom." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Another “epic” moment is when the whole block went to Nido Fortified Science Discovery Center for the Dawn of the Space Age gallery launching event. I know, I wasn’t &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; close to my blockmates, but we had a great time. (Not to mention, Ma’am Carrie, our adprac4 professor, was with us. How cool was that?) Here are some photos I grabbed from my classmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/fromMimi.jpg" alt="This is a shot of me and my classmate Mimi. Wala lang--it's for the sake of photobombing. HAHAHA." title="This is a shot of me and my classmate Mimi. Wala lang--it's for the sake of photobombing. HAHAHA." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/MaamCarries.jpg" alt="This is a shot of me and my blockmates, having a blast. In this picture (with me, hahaha) are Thea, M.C., Mimi, Keisha, Ina, Myk, Fionna, Angela, Sef, Raniel, Tricia, Ronnie, Royce, Migui, and me. Ross was on the background, and there are still some faces hidden. HAHAHA. Cheers to 3ad-2!" title="This is a shot of me and my blockmates, having a blast. In this picture (with me, hahaha) are Thea, M.C., Mimi, Keisha, Ina, Myk, Fionna, Angela, Sef, Raniel, Tricia, Ronnie, Royce, Migui, and me. Ross was on the background, and there are still some faces hidden. HAHAHA. Cheers to 3ad-2!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The best thing about being a junior is when you enjoy what lies ahead of you.&lt;/b&gt; True enough, my batch is going to have a fashion show—so we’re in the process on planning on the big day. HAHAHA. Kidding aside, I enjoyed the first semester (in terms of academics) because I enjoyed every single plate I did—ranging from collaterals to life painting sketches. (Check out my newest plates &lt;a href="http://cloudyzookalove.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, well. I can say that my first semester of junior year was a whirlwind of emotions—and it was full of memories, both good and bad. But since I’m more of an optimist, I tend to remember the good ones. I’m not saying that this was the best semester I ever had, but I liked how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I would like to show a photo I took last July 30, 2010. I know, I didn’t have classes then, but it was one of the most unforgettable days I ever had this semester (and in my college life, I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/July30note.jpg" alt="This is a statement of what I really felt last July 30, 2010. In fact, this simple piece of paper gave me a boost of good vibes. :D" title="This is a statement of what I really felt last July 30, 2010. In fact, this simple piece of paper gave me a boost of good vibes. :D" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, that’s all for today. Have a nice semestral break, dudes. TE AMO. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; For those who are still at school, keep calm and enjoy your school life. You'll still experience having a break no matter what happens. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-2491535729706579989?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2491535729706579989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=2491535729706579989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2491535729706579989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2491535729706579989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-start-of-break-and-im-good-to.html' title='today is the start of the break, and I’m good to go.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-7866797021835430935</id><published>2010-09-27T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:06:32.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>untold memories (and other stories).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First semester’s about to end, but I never got to share a lot of stories in this blog. It’s just that schoolwork keeps me away from doing so—yet, I still enjoyed my life the way I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my junior year, my life revolved on photography and plates. Yet, that didn’t stop me from having good times with my pals, let alone being a procrastinator at times. HAHAHA. There are also times that I wanted to give up everything due to school stress, but it was a good thing that I somehow take things at stride.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I would like to show some pictures from the past months—or maybe just a few of these, since I’m not that active on Facebook &lt;strike&gt;and I rarely get tagged by my so-called friends.&lt;/strike&gt; (Note: All these photos are arranged in chronological order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/CalvinDavidandclassmate.jpg" alt="This is Calvin, together with a classmate of his during their P.E. class around a month ago. Calvin was a former schoolmate of mine, and it just so happened that I got to see him again while taking shots for my photography1 prelims." title="This is Calvin, together with a classmate of his during their P.E. class around a month ago. Calvin was a former schoolmate of mine, and it just so happened that I got to see him again while taking shots for my photography1 prelims." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Cloudandmates.jpg" alt="This is Cloud and his P.E. classmates, having a good time in the rain. HAHAHA. Random shot much?" title="This is Cloud and his P.E. classmates, having a good time in the rain. HAHAHA. Random shot much?" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;There are also some side shots during my package design1 class, which dated around a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/KenI.jpg" alt="This is Ate Ken, one of my classmates in PD1. She asked for a vanity shot; yet I haven't uploaded them on Facebook (she has two shots with me, in fact). So, for the meantime, I'll just post this one for now." title="This is Ate Ken, one of my classmates in PD1. She asked for a vanity shot; yet I haven't uploaded them on Facebook (she has two shots with me, in fact). So, for the meantime, I'll just post this one for now." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And, lastly, there are some pictures from the illUST general assembly, which was last September 3, 2010. My orgmates and I had a great time then; we even enjoyed listening to guest speakers Lee Batula and Jei Marcelino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/ClangGonzalesperformance.jpg" alt="Here's a shot of my orgmate Clarina, who's rockin' her heart out during the general assembly. See how talented she is?" title="Here's a shot of my orgmate Clarina, who's rockin' her heart out during the general assembly. See how talented she is?" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/LeeBatulaandJeiMarcelino.jpg" alt="These are the autograph signatures of guest speakers Lee Batula and Jei Marcelino. Cheers to these guys!" title="These are the autograph signatures of guest speakers Lee Batula and Jei Marcelino. Cheers to these guys!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/illUSTGApicture.jpg" alt="And lastly, this is a shot of the whole org (although some are cut out from the picture), together with Lee and Jei. Proud to be an illUSTrator! (Credits to a certain orgmate.)" title="And lastly, this is a shot of the whole org (although some are cut out from the picture), together with Lee and Jei. Proud to be an illUSTrator! (Credits to a certain orgmate.)" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Moving on, I just want to say, &lt;b&gt;“I want a MacBook!”&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA. Seriously, I really wanted a MacBook, because I believe this fits better for my artistic needs. But for now, I’m content with my trusty laptop (thanks, Dad!).&lt;br /&gt;Then, there’s a Moleskine 2011 planner, waiting for me to be purchased. I always wanted a Moleskine blank journal (or a sketchbook) for my doodling needs, but as I have noticed, I have too many sketchbooks and specialty papers in my art arsenal. HAHAHA. ‘Guess I was just addicted to different paper styles, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not the least, I just want a new blog layout. This time, I’m aiming for a minimalistic one—with a twist. (Wait for it!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. This blog entry ends today. Good night, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Para sa mga sumusubaybay sa mga bakbakan sa&lt;/i&gt; UAAP senior men’s basketball, &lt;i&gt;sa Huwebes na ang pangalawang laro sa&lt;/i&gt; finals. So, I wish them good luck and Godspeed to both Ateneo and FEU squads. &lt;b&gt;CHEERS~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-7866797021835430935?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/7866797021835430935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=7866797021835430935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/7866797021835430935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/7866797021835430935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/09/untold-memories-and-other-stories.html' title='untold memories (and other stories).'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8343410925300771942</id><published>2010-09-26T00:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:05:35.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>random thoughts, for the umpteenth time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite the flood of schoolwork I’m experiencing right now, I try my best to keep my optimistic front. Yet, there are still a lot of things people do not know about me, especially when it comes to being in like…and it’s killing me whenever I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I have already gotten used to being teased—especially whenever I talked about boys. But the most embarrassing thing I experienced was related to this—when the whole school had an idea of how much I liked a certain boy then. It was so surreal; I thought this &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a good sign for me to be popular. The next thing I knew, I was slowly getting tortured by their teasing and mean jokes…which caused me a large impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Through this experience, I learned the hard way. I try to keep some things private—although I have a tendency to share too much. Sometimes, I even consider myself as a tactless person, for I usually say the stupidest things.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I know some people will not like me for this, but I don’t care anymore. I’m just trying to thresh things out. And, more importantly, &lt;b&gt;I just want to be ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8343410925300771942?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8343410925300771942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8343410925300771942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8343410925300771942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8343410925300771942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-thoughts-for-umpteenth-time.html' title='random thoughts, for the umpteenth time.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-5975750949528967057</id><published>2010-08-28T00:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:04:01.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>ramblings before my second decade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m currently waiting for my groupmates’ email (not to mention, I’m 75% done with the PowerPoint presentation), but since they’re in the middle of photoshoots, the only thing left for me to do is to spill my “rotten” guts out. Oh, well—that’s how boredom works for me.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, my friend &lt;a href="http://onlythirteen13.deviantart.com"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; tagged me via DeviantArt, telling me to share ten random things about me. Maybe I have so many things to share in this list, but I’ll just tell you some. Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m no fan of Justin Bieber. I have heard some of his songs and I know that he sings well, but I just couldn’t seem to understand why people are so into him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’d rather do mash-up work when it comes to fan art. It’s way better than having one character or group at a time. HAHAHA. (Hey, what about seeing myself in a pool of characters—ranging from Katy Perry to Kurosaki Ichigo? I did it in one of my plateys!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just seeing a Greenwich Bigatin Pizza ad has its pros and cons—in my case. HAHAHA. I know this is out of too much fangirling on one of the Smart-Gilas ballers featured there, so there are times that I feel disturbed—and happy at the same time while looking at it. But since Chris Tiu was there (of course, this ex-Blue Eagle captain is the lead man among the ballers), I may have considered it as comic relief for some weird reason. Never mind if he’s the heartthrob among the pack; after all, he has a lot of endorsements and hostings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I’m going to choose my nationality, I’d rather be Japanese. For that, I’d eat my heart out, seeing Harajuku girls and cosplayers in the land of the rising sun. (Maybe I should practice Zen Buddhism—it’s about serenity and enlightenment. HAHAHA.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I idolize weirdly-dressed people—ranging from drag queens to circus-inspired dresses. Sometimes, I wish I’m on their shoes, being ogled by random people around. HAHAHA. Lady Gaga much?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always say college basketball is overrated, but I watch them—especially if the Growling Tigers are on battle mode. Sometimes, I watch random matches for the kicks of it. (Oh, well. FEU Tamaraw R.R. Garcia for the Season 73 MVP title. Still, I’ll cheer for you, Thomasian ballers!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to be a Loli girl for a day. Or better yet, work in a maid café. But for the meantime, I’d be content looking at these pictures because I want to. Besides, I’d be better off channeling a mori girl—while listening to upbeat songs. (Refer to number 5.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find inspiration in almost everything—ranging from cartoon pranks to cheesy mellow songs. But I find some of them rather iconic, like Cherie Gil’s line in a certain movie: “You’re nothing but a second-rate, trying-hard…COPYCAT!” And, of course—who doesn’t forget the &lt;i&gt;legendary&lt;/i&gt; yema lady whenever she struts around the campus, selling large amounts of sweet merchandise? HAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do funny faces countess of times, just because. Damn, I may be promoting insanity when I’m at it—but in fact, this makes me happier. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m turning twenty in a few days, but my mind doesn’t want to grow up. HAHAHA. Yes, I’m an art student who finds joy and sorrow in making plates, but I still find time in relaxation…and kiddie/gay/whatever stuff. Don’t ask why.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, well. That’s all for the list. I know this survey is a cliffhanger, but this one’s worth sharing. As for my turning twenty in a few days, I feel like I’m not ready for it. I wanted to freeze time and go back to the days when I feel I was at my best (and my craziest, hahaha)—but then again, I just have to accept that once we move forward to the next level, there’s no turning back. &lt;b&gt;Life goes on, so there’s no reason to be bitter about the past.&lt;/b&gt; (Come to think of it, I’m currently hooked on Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream.” I so totally like this song, after her “California Gurls”—I can even relate to it!)&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Goodnight, everybody. I hope you guys enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Later this afternoon, it will be a basketball rumble between the UST Growling Tigers and the UP Fighting Maroons. I know the latter are winless, but let’s just see if they could bring home the bacon. HAHAHA. I’d still cheer for the El Tomasino squad, so let’s &lt;b&gt;GO, USTe!&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-5975750949528967057?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/5975750949528967057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=5975750949528967057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5975750949528967057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5975750949528967057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramblings-before-my-second-decade.html' title='ramblings before my second decade.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8800237962292942445</id><published>2010-08-13T16:26:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:53:40.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>to the first one who broke my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/charmedangel13edited.jpg" alt="For the love of everybody in the universe, I crossed a certain someone out of this doodle. He's nothing but a disturbing memory that was once a sweet portrait of inspiration." title="For the love of everybody in the universe, I crossed a certain someone out of this doodle. He's nothing but a disturbing memory that was once a sweet portrait of inspiration." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;If you're reading this one, you may now throw it together with &lt;a href="http://artistang-kamote12.deviantart.com/art/charmed-angel-life-at-13-162043061?q=&amp;amp;qo="&gt;the doodle above&lt;/a&gt; in the wastebasket and kill me now. After all, you have poisoned my thoughts since I met you in the stairway back in 2001. I never thought it was THAT deadly...as I remember how much I admired you to the point of hurting myself. But I tell you, shall we meet again someday, I must pretend that I didn't know you at all. After all, I've changed a lot--and I bet you did, too.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me sick in a good way, dude. Even though you hurt me emotionally too many times without you knowing it, I’m grateful that you were the first one whom I thought I loved. Still, what I felt for you was just too shallow (although it lasted for four years, I suppose)—I guess I wasn’t aware of the consequences then.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’ll just end this right now. Whatever happens, I’ll always remember you—even in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy/charmed.angel13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I wish you were gay. HAHAHA. Actually, I always wished I’m a lesbian in order to get over you, but there is no surefire way to erase the pain I had because I fell too much. It will always be imprinted inside my heart—no matter how hard I try to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O HAI, doods.&lt;/b&gt; Pardon me for being such a lazy bunny today—I’m spending too much time tweaking my accounts rather than on schoolwork. Since I couldn’t concentrate much on work, I decided to post something here.&lt;br /&gt;This letter above is meant for someone who first broke my heart. Each time I think about it, I always tell myself how stupid I was to fall for such a &lt;i&gt;seemingly&lt;/i&gt; nice guy like him. But years have passed since he left for another school, and I somehow learned how to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be following the &lt;a href="http://letterchallengetumblr.tumblr.com/post/670539707/the-30-day-letter-challenge"&gt;30-day letter challenge rules&lt;/a&gt;, but at least I have spilled out everything I want to say—even though he wouldn’t bother to read this at all. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8800237962292942445?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8800237962292942445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8800237962292942445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-first-one-who-broke-my-heart.html' title='to the first one who broke my heart.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8014148959762488685</id><published>2010-08-01T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:52:07.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>the super-dooper late post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the first day of August, and it’s been too long since I last posted in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first two months of my junior year was a whirlwind of emotions—ranging from happiness to sheer frustration. And because I have too many things to mention, I would like to list some things that I still remember to this day. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I felt so happy meeting my pals in school—but I still have the same poker face in front of my classmates.&lt;/b&gt; I may still be considered a regular student, but I just wished that I attend subjects with different people around (in short, to be an irregular). HAHAHA. By the way, I’m a proud member of two organizations: the Illustrators’ Guild of the University of Santo Tomas (illUST) and i.Obscura Photography Organization—and I feel so good these days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My life as an advertising junior means having serious business with my plateys.&lt;/b&gt; I always told myself not to procrastinate a lot—but then again, I’m still at it. Because of that, I even stay up late doing my plates—not to mention, being awake until four in the morning! For now, I’m currently working on my photo1 prelims—and I haven’t started with ad design3 group project. (Shame on me—for the latter. HAHAHA.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I may be walking on the rainbow, but I always forget to be careful especially when I had to.&lt;/b&gt; Because of that, I had my then two-week-old cellular phone stolen. I was listening to the music while on my way to school, and somewhere along Quezon Avenue, I noticed that it stopped. The next thing I knew, someone told me that my bag got slashed. Of course, I freaked out at that very moment—but of course I had to accept the consequences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;But, no matter what happens, I’ll still be a happy little girl with lots of passion and a bit of spunk.&lt;/b&gt; Since I had my camera, I couldn’t stop shooting—whether it’s for my plate or just goofing around with it. Because of that, I set up my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cloudywhackzero"&gt;Flickr account&lt;/a&gt; (just follow me if you wish!). On the other hand, since basketball season is ongoing for some time now, I’m back to cheer the Growling Tigers for the win—not to mention, watching some other basketball games (preferably those of Ateneo and La Salle’s) just for kicks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, well. I think I’ll just call it a day for now. Goodnight, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I’m more active in Twitter than in any other sites these days. I might have considered it an emotional dump of all sorts—but I’ll try my best not to tweet too much about it, thanks to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8014148959762488685?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8014148959762488685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8014148959762488685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8014148959762488685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8014148959762488685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/08/super-dooper-late-post.html' title='the super-dooper late post.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-5188211831376928374</id><published>2010-06-15T20:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:08:08.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>my last (?) hurrah of summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow will be the first day of my junior year, and I’m still not ready to end my summer season. Plus, my mind is still fleeting from my early college memories—most especially, those ones in my freshman year. But later on, I realize that I should let go and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look at the brighter side of things. I just had a &lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/nikond5000/"&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt;, which I named it Starbomber Bazooka-D5000 (Baz for short), so that I could compensate on my photography skills. And since we advertising juniors will take up photography classes for the whole school year, I think having a DSLR is much more of a requirement than a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;Then, let’s talk about school matters. I would really like to bring the Baz tomorrow for practice shots, but for starters, I’ll just resort to lugging along my binder notes, pens, sketchbooks, and unfinished doodles. After all, the first week of school is all about subject orientations…and some random stuff. (Not to mention, I’m going to meet my so-called pals and orgmates once again.)&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not the least, I’m going to post such random things. In the news, Noynoy Aquino and Jejomar Binay are elected president and vice-president, and for that, I’m going to post my orgmate Brikko’s rendition of the new president as my congratulations for him.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/BrikkosNoynoy.jpg" alt="All hail the new president, Benigno Simeon &amp;quot;Noynoy&amp;quot; Aquino III." title="All hail the new president, Benigno Simeon &amp;quot;Noynoy&amp;quot; Aquino III." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;On the showbiz side, Jovit Baldovino won the Pilipinas Got Talent. He may not have the looks of a matinee idol, but everyone was captivated by his powerful voice—which made him the champion. On the other hand, Pinoy Big Brother’s certified teen drama queen Tricia Santos was kicked out of the house. If that’s the case, she’ll make it big once she becomes an actress. HAHAHA. Very funny!&lt;br /&gt;And on the side of gaming, a new generation of Pokémon will take over the world this coming fall 2010 (in Japan). All of them will be introduced in the two new games: Pokémon Black and White. I know, I have seen some spoilers regarding these ones, but it’s much better if I’m not going to divulge the details. (And to think that it's my brother who plays the games, not me! HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s all for now. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-5188211831376928374?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/5188211831376928374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=5188211831376928374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5188211831376928374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5188211831376928374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-last-hurrah-of-summer.html' title='my last (?) hurrah of summer.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-140127148306188065</id><published>2010-06-03T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:50:49.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>the start of June.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;June marks the end of summer, signaling the start of rainy days. Some say it’s a good sign, since we have experienced three and a half months of scorching heat. But others say it’s a bad thing, since we’re going to miss the summer fun—be it on the beach or at the comforts of the home.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I’m gonna share my summer experience. I may have spent the whole season cooped up in the comforts of my home; but it’s a good thing I spent with my family. Most of the time, I’m in front of the computer—either checking out random sites (ranging from blogs to game sites) or tweeting away my super-random thoughts—but there are also times that I do something else like doodling, watching TV, listening to the music, and even playing a &lt;i&gt;SpongeBob SquarePants&lt;/i&gt; game on the Nintendo DS.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about TV shows. These days, I’m addicted to watching anime, particularly &lt;i&gt;Pokémon Diamond and Pearl, Romeo × Juliet, Maid-sama!&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood&lt;/i&gt;. I also watch cartoons like &lt;i&gt;The Fairly OddParents, SpongeBob SquarePants, Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius, Phineas and Ferb&lt;/i&gt;, and at some point, &lt;i&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;. But there are also times that I watch “normal” TV shows like &lt;i&gt;American Idol&lt;/i&gt; (Lee DeWyze won the title for this season), &lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt; (I like how the actors perform covers from the likes of today’s popular singers—not to mention, humour coming out from some scenes!), and &lt;i&gt;Pinoy Big Brother: Teen Clash of 2010&lt;/i&gt; (speaking of which, I don’t really know if I’m going to root for Tricia or not—but I have already sealed the deal to root for a certain teen-ternational housemate named Ryan).&lt;br /&gt;On the side of underground works, I have created a lot of artwork, and I’m now in the process of finding references for my next work. Maybe I didn’t do Willy Wonka, but I don’t mind anyway. In fact, I have so many ideas waiting for me to execute them in a drawing—and yet, I sometimes forget to do so. Not to mention, I’m working on a fictional high school story—it just so happened that I’m still thinking about what to write on the next chapter. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. School days will zip around in a week’s time, and I still haven’t packed in the anticipation to meet my so-called classmates and friends again. But for some reason, I wished I was at school, working on my plates. In fact, being in school is so much better than being cooped up in my room all day long. Plus, I’m going to have a digital SLR camera—which is actually a requirement for my photography class.&lt;br /&gt;Okay…this ends for tonight. Until then, my amigos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I’m itching to do so many underground artworks—but then again, I have to start doing my plates as school rolls around. Not to mention, I seriously wanted to change the layout! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.S.&lt;/b&gt; I kind of feel sorry for abandoning my blog—I got so hooked on Twitter these days. Come to think of it—I promised myself to make a statement of fangirling—yet, I ended up sharing my summer experience. HAHAHA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-140127148306188065?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/140127148306188065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=140127148306188065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/140127148306188065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/140127148306188065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/06/start-of-june.html' title='the start of June.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8531085471680320461</id><published>2010-05-21T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:49:57.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>random blah-blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight, I watched &lt;i&gt;Cinderella’s Stepsister&lt;/i&gt; on KBS World for no reason at all. In fact, I had to wait for 9:30pm so that I could catch an episode of &lt;i&gt;Maid Sama!&lt;/i&gt; But then again…so many thoughts are running inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we’ve witnessed the national elections. Although I’m already in my legal age (19 to be exact), I didn’t vote. Still, I silently hoped that Gibo Teodoro would get the presidential seat. But in the end, it was Noynoy Aquino who got the highest number of votes. No matter what, I admired Gibo’s determination to run for president, and it was good to know that he humbly accepted his loss. (Speaking of which, a Twitter user said that she’ll just respect the newly elected president if ever Gibo didn’t win the elections. I kind of agree with that, anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;Then, there’s the &lt;i&gt;Pinoy Big Brother: Teen Clash of 2010.&lt;/i&gt; I just noticed that the teen-ternational housemates were much more likeable than our very own Filipino teens in the villa. (Not to mention, I liked to see more of Korean housemate Ryan’s antics. HAHAHAHA.) Anyways, I’ll just make some of my reactions of each housemate group. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;VILLA HOUSEMATES/PINOY TEENS:&lt;/b&gt; So almost everyone from the villa has a bad habit of backstabbing their co-housemates, especially Tricia. If I were to be honest, I never liked their attitude at all. They are such two-faced creatures who like to make fun out of somebody’s faults so that they could get what they wanted. (No wonder, a lot of PBB viewers like to see Tricia win the title. &lt;i&gt;Kung sa bagay, siya ang pinakakawawang Pinoy&lt;/i&gt; housemate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;APARTMENT HOUSEMATES/INTERNATIONAL TEENS:&lt;/b&gt; They may be of different cultures, but they really knew how to adapt to the environment. They are frank with their co-housemates—especially when they have problems. So I can say that these guys know how to deal with each other’s attitudes, bad habits, and whatnot. After all, we are all unique—so we have to respect each other despite the differences.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well…these are just my opinions. It’s up to you if you want to make reactions out of these.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I know how Tricia felt. In the Big Brother House, she was the center of gossip. People say that she’s a real bitch just because of her actions. But there are also times that I see myself in her. I was considered a nerd (and at some point, an outcast) in my class—and since I wasn’t that accepted by my peers there, I choose to reach out to the irregular classmates, orgmates, and—gasp—strangers! Not to mention, I used to exhibit temper tantrums in front of them—which most people find them irritating, of course. But somehow, even though I tried to please everybody through all these, I end up acting like I was the worst person in the whole planet.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think the Tricia Santos fiasco is an invitation to dump. I guess what I am trying to say is that even though she’s not as likeable as everybody else, she deserves the title. &lt;i&gt;Ang totoo nga, mas masama pa ang mga ugali ng mga kasama niyang Pinoy&lt;/i&gt; housemates just because they stab her at the back to get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let’s move on. &lt;i&gt;American Idol&lt;/i&gt; is about to end its 10th (or 9th?) season this coming week, so they already have Crystal Bowersox and Lee DeWyze for the final round. These guys are both talented singers, but one of them should get the title. (Wonder who could that be…?)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it’s already past twelve in the midnight, so I have to stop right now. Goodnighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Sorry about my feedback regarding Tricia’s attitude. It’s just that I remembered a text quote from a good friend of mine, telling me not to mention that I knew how she felt, for we don’t exactly share the same experiences in life. Anyways…never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8531085471680320461?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8531085471680320461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8531085471680320461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8531085471680320461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8531085471680320461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-blah-blah.html' title='random blah-blah.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-6865400805226801179</id><published>2010-05-07T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:48:27.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>election and mother’s day rambles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earlier this evening, I logged in to my Facebook account. While I was flipping through my contacts’ pages, I came across by a note written by a high school classmate. He stated that Gibo Teodoro is his best bet for presidency. I kind of felt good reading it, since he expressed what he truly felt for other candidates, and he mentioned some reasons why Gibo deserves to take the position.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I’m torn between Benigno “Noynoy” Aquino III and Gilberto “Gibo” Teodoro. But upon reading my classmate’s note, it became clear to me that the latter can make a good president. He may not have the most number of accomplishments when it comes to rendering service for the country (he was a former defense secretary and a then congressman from Tarlac), but he is willing to do something for the betterment of the country. On the other hand, Noynoy may have come from a prominent family, but I don’t think he’s deserving of that position just because he wanted to follow the footsteps of his late parents.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I wrote above is just my opinion. You are free to speak your mind if you wish. But I’m going to tell you one thing you should do during the election day: &lt;b&gt;VOTE WISELY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I end this part, I would like to show you a sticker of Gibo to state my support for him to become the 15th president of the Philippines. (Credits to Bricx.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/GiboTeodoro-BricxDumas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, we’re going to celebrate Mother’s Day with our mothers. And speaking of which, I would like to share a lot about my mom’s role to become who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is the one who guided me countless of times. She was always there whenever I needed help—ranging from assignments to life’s lessons. There were times that she gets mad at me because of my wrongdoings; but she always encourages me to live by example. And the best of all—she accepts me for who I am, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;No words can express how much I love my mom, but there is only one thing I can say to her: &lt;b&gt;Thank you, Mom, for everything you have done for me. You may not be the best mom in the world, but you showed me unconditional love for all these years. ADVANCED HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! I LOVE YOU~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…anyways. That’s all for now. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Elections will be on Monday, May 10, 2010. But of course, let’s not forget to greet my high school classmate CeeJay a happy birthday on that day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-6865400805226801179?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/6865400805226801179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=6865400805226801179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6865400805226801179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6865400805226801179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/05/election-and-mothers-day-rambles.html' title='election and mother’s day rambles.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8394183641509332523</id><published>2010-05-02T17:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:46:41.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>it’s already May and I’m still floating on a summer breeze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today’s the first Sunday of May, and I feel &lt;i&gt;sooooo&lt;/i&gt; good these days. In two days’ time, one of my high school classmates will celebrate his birthday. Not to mention, this also marks the start of 4N08 birthday roll. (HAHAHA. I kind of miss those guys, anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay…maybe I’m not that busy for now, but I’m so in the mood to write a high school story. I know I graduated high school two years ago—but I still feel like doing it. So many ideas are swimming in my head…and I feel like it’s ready to burst. Don’t worry—everything’s going to be in place next month.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are pending artworks to be done. I’m now in the mood for drawing Willy Wonka, so watch out for candies—and chocolates. I don’t know if I’m going to put some &lt;i&gt;kawaii&lt;/i&gt; stuff, but one thing I’m 100% sure is this: &lt;b&gt;I’m a big fan of Willy Wonka.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there’s the election this coming May 10. I may be 19, but I’m not a registered voter. Still, I’d love to share an artwork made by my orgmate Brikko—and this is something relevant to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bricx.deviantart.com/art/baklaan-2010-161471333" target="_blank" title="These are the top three presidential candidates, namely: Manny Villar (Vils), Gilbert Teodoro (Gibs), and Noynoy Aquino (Noys). For more info about this artwork, click here."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/baklaan2010byBricxDumas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay. I guess it’s time to go. Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; May is also the start of drizzly days. HAHAHA. I just liked rainy days—but I hope this won’t be as bad as last year’s typhoon Ondoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8394183641509332523?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8394183641509332523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8394183641509332523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8394183641509332523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8394183641509332523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-already-may-and-im-still-floating.html' title='it’s already May and I’m still floating on a summer breeze.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-2288887635757679913</id><published>2010-04-25T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:12:38.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>confused but contented.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is really weird. I’m starting to get confused regarding my feelings toward a good friend of mine. I know I didn’t have a boyfriend since late 2006 (I was a high school junior then)…but now, everything seemed surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had a long conversation with him through Facebook chat. It’s been almost three years since we last talked. He mentioned that he forgot to say goodbye to me before he transferred to another school, and he truly felt sorry about it. Plus, he even confessed his true feelings, and if ever we could see each other again, he’s willing to wait.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I admired my pal’s courage to reveal his true feelings to me—and I even thanked him for that. Maybe I see him as a friend for now, but who knows what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;So…to my dear high school pal, thanks for your courage. When you told me how you feel towards me, I felt a bit baffled. But at the end of the day, I realized that this is a liberating moment for you. Still, it would be so much fun if we see each other again and have a long conversation—just like the old times.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I’ll end this for now. Ta-ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-2288887635757679913?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2288887635757679913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=2288887635757679913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2288887635757679913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2288887635757679913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/04/confused-but-contented.html' title='confused but contented.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8943422002966494046</id><published>2010-04-22T18:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:37:17.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>ramblings about earth day and my non-existent life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is Earth Day, and our beloved planet’s in grave danger. We’ve witnessed natural calamities—earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, hurricanes and the like. Because of these, many people die. But what we are facing today is not just limited to the situations mentioned earlier—so if we don’t do something, these could get worse in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m going to show you a doodle that can hopefully change the face of Mother Nature. I know this one’s a bit hurried (I just did it earlier this afternoon!), but I guess this can make a big difference if we start &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/042210.jpg" alt="Happy Earth Day! I hope this can influence you to be good stewards of God's creation." title="Happy Earth Day! I hope this can influence you to be good stewards of God's creation." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Let’s move on to my non-existent life in the middle of summer. My social networking life didn’t seem to work out as much as I wanted to, so I’ll show you what I keyed in my Facebook and Twitter accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/FacebookstatusApril19.png" alt="This is my status in Facebook, which I wrote in April 19, 2010." title="This is my status in Facebook, which I wrote in April 19, 2010." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/twitterApril19.png" alt="These are my tweets regarding my Facebook account, which I keyed in last April 19, 2010." title="These are my tweets regarding my Facebook account, which I keyed in last April 19, 2010." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;A day later, I checked my spam messages if I have notifications. I was surprised to find out that my high school pal Kim wrote on my wall, saying that he missed me. (Actually, he just replied to what I wrote in his wall, saying that it’s been a long time.) Of course, I replied to him, asking where he was going to study for college. (He’s an incoming psych freshman, by the way. Not to mention, he even mentioned about our friend Tricia [a.k.a. Wuffie], who’s also his batchmate.) And at that time, I kind of realize that time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it’s time to go. &lt;b&gt;HAPPY EARTH DAY!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Today, I just woke up at 6am, and I just felt so good upon seeing the morning sky. And to think that my wake-up hours range from nine to eleven in the morning! I guess my body clock needs to shape up; I usually sleep at 12:30 in the midnight these days. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8943422002966494046?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8943422002966494046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8943422002966494046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8943422002966494046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8943422002966494046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/04/ramblings-about-earth-day-and-my-non.html' title='ramblings about earth day and my non-existent life.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-9159294486172679250</id><published>2010-04-16T17:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:22:59.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>to my old diary, Fernandina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s been a long time since I last wrote to you about so many things. Do you still remember the times that I ranted and raved a lot about life? I guess you do.&lt;br /&gt;Well...anyway. I’m an incoming advertising arts junior in the University of Santo Tomas, and I’m loving every single moment of platework and all that stuff. And since I’m on a summer vacation, I guess this is the right time to reminisce my early teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago (or maybe more than that), I was considered the crybaby of the batch. But despite all these, I was the class secretary and a consistent honour student. Plus, I used to watch “chick” series (mean girls included—aside from animated shows) and read teen magazines and junior high novels as my guides to fit in the crowd, and because of these, I tried to be someone I’m not. (Yeah, I cared too much about how people think.) But that will change later—I may still be an introvert, but I take pride in being the best I wanted to be. It may be meeting a new pal or getting a grade of one—you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about crushes. Looking back, I’ve realized that I’ve written too much about a certain guy that starts with an L. Yes—that dude I used to like since fourth grade until he went away in 2005. Whenever I remember the times I cried over him, I would laugh out loud and think, &lt;b&gt;“THIS IS THE STUPIDEST THING I’VE DONE ON PLANET EARTH!”&lt;/b&gt; Because of this, I learned not to stalk over someone, especially when I’m in like. Plus, daydreaming of a marriage at such a young age is just plain weird. (Come to think of it, I never thought about it—especially when my succeeding ones are involved here. *straight face*)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Fast forward to the present. As I’m about to turn twenty this August, you can say that I have matured a lot. Nah—I still believe that I’m young at heart. I may be the type of person who prefers watching animated shows and GP-rated movies—but I guess I have learned a lot about my past experiences. And oh, by the way, I doodle a lot these days. (Wish me luck!)&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the end of the road for ya. Stay cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joycie, a.k.a. CharmedAngel13/Cloudylove the Bazooka Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I’m currently listening to t.A.T.u’s “All The Things She Said.” Earlier this afternoon, I watched the movie entitled &lt;i&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.&lt;/i&gt; This one’s pretty awesome—kind of makes me think of featuring them in my next underground artwork. HAHAHA. Just kidding, honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-9159294486172679250?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/9159294486172679250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=9159294486172679250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/9159294486172679250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/9159294486172679250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-my-old-diary-fernandina.html' title='to my old diary, Fernandina.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-6454462879059715153</id><published>2010-04-11T14:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:06:30.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>passing grades, reminiscences, and life’s monotonies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, April 7, 2010.&lt;/b&gt; I found out the results. &lt;b&gt;I PASSED ALL MY SUBJECTS!&lt;/b&gt; Never mind about not being part of the dean’s list anymore—what mattered here is I’m still a regular student. (Thanks, Bro!)&lt;br /&gt;The next day (April 8), I got my second semester clearance. I even got to reconnect with some of my pals in school—and because of that, I stayed until 2pm. (Actually, I should have left the school earlier, but since I had to wait for my ad design2 classmate Kuya Roy because I had to bring the testimonial plate back to Vincent through him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;…and the rest is history.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, everything seemed monotonous. Every time I stay in front of the computer, I don’t see anything but updates, notifications, and whatnot. As a result, I tweet a lot, check up on my Facebook friends (and steal their photos related to me), lurk on people’s blogs and artworks. &lt;b&gt;RIGHT.&lt;/b&gt; Monotony, especially during summer, sometimes sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I would like to show some photos I didn’t post here. Sorry, dudes—I know it’s too late to post any of these, but I’d love to share them anyway. :D Here are some that I had during my sophie days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/illUSTgeneralassembly-1.jpg" target="_blank" title="This is during my org's general assembly, with Christian San Jose as our guest speaker. Would you believe that I went straight from my har1 class just to participate in this activity? Good thing my prof allowed us to go home early--plus, I didn't have lit101 then. (Click here for a better view!)"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/illUSTgeneralassembly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/grouppic-creditstoKlara.jpg" alt="This is a photo taken during CFAD day, together with blockmates Tricia, Seph, and Angela." title="This is a photo taken during CFAD day, together with blockmates Tricia, Seph, and Angela." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/AteKayetheSweetGirl.jpg" alt="This is Kathryn Kaye Carpio, the legendary yema vendor in UST. She's taking up masters in nursing these days. Not to mention, she sometimes passes by our ad design2 (and drfl2) class then." title="This is Kathryn Kaye Carpio, the legendary yema vendor in UST. She's taking up masters in nursing these days. Not to mention, she sometimes passes by our ad design2 (and drfl2) class then." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/beforeandafterThea-Maxene.jpg" alt="Here's my blockmate Thea, showing off her Happy magazines during our ad design2 class. At the left was the finished product (credits to Geloy and Mimi), while the original one (featuring Maxene Magalona) was at the right." title="Here's my blockmate Thea, showing off her Happy magazines during our ad design2 class. At the left was the finished product (credits to Geloy and Mimi), while the original one (featuring Maxene Magalona) was at the right." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/withMaamRonidellastday.jpg" alt="This was taken during our last har2 class, with Ma'am Ronidel as our professor. In this photo are me and my blockmates Robby, Geloy, Ina D., Czarina, Yra, Francia, Ronnie, Inna A., and Seph." title="This was taken during our last har2 class, with Ma'am Ronidel as our professor. In this photo are me and my blockmates Robby, Geloy, Ina D., Czarina, Yra, Francia, Ronnie, Inna A., and Seph." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, I'll show you an ancient photo I found in Facebook. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/nenedays-JoycieandCath.jpg" alt="That's me, with my classmate Cathrine. This was taken when we were in first grade. I even forgot to mention that I cropped this picture for a better view." title="That's me, with my classmate Cathrine. This was taken when we were in first grade. I even forgot to mention that I cropped this picture for a better view." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, that’s all for today. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-6454462879059715153?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/6454462879059715153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=6454462879059715153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6454462879059715153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6454462879059715153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/04/passing-grades-reminiscences-and-lifes.html' title='passing grades, reminiscences, and life’s monotonies.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-6921493433546263231</id><published>2010-04-05T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:20:31.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>summer vacation ≠ BUM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeps. You got that right. Not to mention, I’m currently in front of the laptop, listening to a variety of Korean pop ditties and to the likes of Pussycat Dolls, Lady GaGa, and Britney Spears. But still, I want to spend time as productively as I can—through doodles (and people sketches) in my sketch pads and tinkering with Photoshop. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;Last week (starting from Holy Tuesday to Black Saturday), I didn’t use the computer nor log in to my accounts. I also turned off my phone last Wednesday—and it was in the midnight of Easter Sunday when I checked it again. No phone calls or text messages—nothing at all. After all, I’m not the kind of person who contacts my classmates or friends for no reason (except that I sometimes send them jokes or quotes).&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways. I did these because it’s my way of fasting. And during that time, I remembered the days when we didn’t have a computer (it was when typhoon Ondoy struck our home)—and the only way to compensate our surfing needs was through going to a nearby Internet café. But that’s a different story—not to mention, I even thought about the times that people lived without electronic gadgets in the past. True enough—today’s generation revolves around modern technology in the form of cellular phones and the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that I’m against modern technology—in fact, I even embraced it. Yet, we should know how to use it wisely, for these are beneficial in so many ways. They may be of big help when it comes to entertainment, education, and contacts, but it’s different when we do it the traditional way.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move on. Clearance day will be on April 8, so there are three more days to wait for the results this second semester. Also, since I’m going to take photography classes next school year, I’m thinking of purchasing a &lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/nikond60"&gt;Nikon&lt;/a&gt; or an &lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/olympuse620"&gt;Olympus&lt;/a&gt; camera. In my opinion, they are both good camera brands to start with, but once I get my hands on either one of them, I would be glad to use it to my advantage. (I’ll name it Bazooka Starbomb—Baz for short.)&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today. Happy vacation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-6921493433546263231?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/6921493433546263231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=6921493433546263231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6921493433546263231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6921493433546263231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer-vacation-bum.html' title='summer vacation ≠ BUM.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-107394211853971273</id><published>2010-03-29T22:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:19:45.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sophomore year is finally (and officially) closed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. I’m done with all my subjects. Now, I’m waiting for the results to come.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the results, I don’t know if I’m going to pass or fail in one or two minor subjects. Everything seemed uncertain this second semester—I have failed some of my major exams, and because of this, I tried some ways to make up for it. (I just hope these will work. HAHAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let’s just look at the brighter side of things—sharing a lot of memories I had during the past semester. First, I’d like to thank the following people: 2ad-2 guys and gals (even though we could only bond through schoolwork), TFC2 kids (especially Nixie, Jin, Marione, Nico, Khervin, and the rest of my mateys there), my org pals, and a handful of buds I got to know during the semester (e.g. Gen, Flerika, Cholo, Lloyd, Rane, Kliff, and the like).&lt;br /&gt;Then, I’ll tell you what happened during the past semester. One day (I think it was December or January), my block had a class picture-taking. Of course, I was there, but I just wished to be with my 1ad-1 pals after that. (HAHAHA. Wishful thinking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/class-pic.gif" alt="We are the adver-2. Formal kami, tapos wacky! Thanks to Red Photography." title="We are the adver-2. Formal kami, tapos wacky! Thanks to Red Photography." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then last March 5, 2010, I attended a cartooning seminar with my org pals at Room 401, Tan Yan Kee Building. I didn’t get to see Hazel Manzano of Callwork fame, but the upside here is I had a great time with cartoonists Lyndon Gregorio and Andrew Villar. I also learned a lot about cartooning from these guys. Here are the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC-3712.jpg" alt="'Formal' shot with Lyndon Gregorio and Andrew Villar. Si Ivan yata ang nag-picture nito!" title="'Formal' shot with Lyndon Gregorio and Andrew Villar. Si Ivan yata ang nag-picture nito!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/DSC-3714.jpg" alt="Heto ang jump shot. Si Brikko naman ang nag-picture nito." title="Heto ang jump shot. Si Brikko naman ang nag-picture nito." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/autographninaLyndonatAndrew.jpg" alt="These are the autographs of Andrew Villar and Lyndon Gregorio, respectively. The latter even doodled me!" title="These are the autographs of Andrew Villar and Lyndon Gregorio, respectively. The latter even doodled me!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Ambushcomic.jpg" alt="This is the cover of an Ambush comic, which I got from the seminar. Thanks to Andrew Villar--this one's worth it!" title="This is the cover of an Ambush comic, which I got from the seminar. Thanks to Andrew Villar--this one's worth it!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Ambushcomiclarge.jpg" target="_blank" title="This is the back part of an Ambush comic. Click here for a better view!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Ambushcomictiny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, during the first three Tuesdays of March 2010, we had track and field finals. Last March 2, we had a relay race. Our team (comprised of Marione, Nico, Khervin, Nixie, Jin, and me) may be a bit slow, but at least we had fun. Then, the next Tuesday (March 9), we had the long jump. Before our activity, my mates hammed up in front of the camera (courtesy of Jin). Here are the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Nico-Khervinbuddyup.jpg" alt="Nico and Khervin, the CRS people." title="Nico and Khervin, the CRS people." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/NicoAmoradosandwich.jpg" alt="There's a Nico Amorado sandwich! Ingredients: Jin, Khervin, and Nico, of course." title="There's a Nico Amorado sandwich! Ingredients: Jin, Khervin, and Nico, of course." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Jin-Khervin.jpg" alt="Then there's Jin and Khervin. Wala lang--buddy-buddy lang po ito!" title="Then there's Jin and Khervin. Wala lang--buddy-buddy lang po ito!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Joyce-Jin.jpg" alt="Tapos, heto kami ni Jin. I didn't know I had a picture with her! HAHAHAHA." title="Tapos, heto kami ni Jin. I didn't know I had a picture with her! HAHAHAHA." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/ad1pipoltfc2.jpg" alt="These are the 1ad-1 people, comprised of Jin, Andie, Debbie, and Nixie. Si Nixie naman, nakatalikod. HAHAHAHA." title="These are the 1ad-1 people, comprised of Jin, Andie, Debbie, and Nixie. Si Nixie naman, nakatalikod. HAHAHAHA." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then there are pictures that have &lt;b&gt;"I LOVE YOU, MARIONE!"&lt;/b&gt; written over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Nixie-Marione.jpg" alt="Here's Nixie, hugging Marione." title="Here's Nixie, hugging Marione." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Jin-Marione.jpg" alt="Tapos, si Jin naman. Wala lang!" title="Tapos, si Jin naman. Wala lang!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Jin-Marione2.jpg" alt="Then there's another shot of Jin and Marione at the swing. Cute, 'noh?" title="Then there's another shot of Jin and Marione at the swing. Cute, 'noh?" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then there are stolen shots. Click any of these photos for a better view. (Credits to Jin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/26259_364365510558_777665558_369900.jpg" target="_blank" title="There's Khervin, writing something on Nico's back. Click here for a better view!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/KhervinonNico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/26259_364365475558_777665558_369900.jpg" target="_blank" title="Then there's Nixie on Marione's back. Click here for a better view!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/NixieonMarione.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Our very last meeting (March 16) was the throwing part. While I was throwing with my mates Ivana and Kat, I thought that day was boring. Yet, I felt blessed, for this was the very last time of attending my P.E. classes. Not to mention, I even got to say goodbye to the following people: Marione, Nico, Khervin, Pache, Akira, Kat, and of course, Ms. Apolonia (my P.E. prof for at least one year now).&lt;br /&gt;There’s more. Last March 23, 2010, Gen, Cholo, and I had a meeting in Gen’s house for our adprac3 finals (while Lloyd and Myk contacted us through Yahoo! Messenger). Later on, Flerika joined us before we had lunch. An hour later, Vanessa joined the fun. We came up with a lot of ideas for our Globe ads, but it was Flerika and Cholo who made the day memorable for all of us. Anyways, I’ll show you a photo of Flerika and Cholo wearing Gen’s &lt;strike&gt;curly wig with bangs&lt;/strike&gt; wigs. (Sorry, guys. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ito lang ang nakuha ko—wala pa kasi ‘yung kay Cholo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;i&gt; Medyo&lt;/i&gt; late &lt;i&gt;na ito&lt;/i&gt;, but I'll show you these. Special thanks to Ate Flerika!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/CholoandFlerikawigs.jpg" alt="Here's Flerika and Cholo, wearing Gen's wigs. Flerika wears a curly wig with bangs, while Cholo goes for a long, straight one." title="Here's Flerika and Cholo, wearing Gen's wigs. Flerika wears a curly wig with bangs, while Cholo goes for a long, straight one." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Flerikalonghair.jpg" target="_blank" title="Here's Flerika, wearing the long hair. Click here for a better view!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Flerikalonghairtiny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Cholocurls.jpg" target="_blank" title="Here's Cholo, feeling 'pretty' in his long, curly hair. Click here for a better view!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Cholocurlstiny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;We may have experienced a lot of failures regarding our Y!M conference the following night, but in the end, our reporting was a success.&lt;br /&gt;Then lastly, my block went to Missionaries of Charity Formation Home in Tayuman last March 26 to share some love. We may not have the chance to set up a presentation for the orphans, but at least we donated. For me, this was sure to cheer them up.&lt;br /&gt;Well…that’s all for today. For now (today’s Holy Week), let’s reflect on the things we have done before we make the most of the vacation. Stay cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-107394211853971273?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/107394211853971273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=107394211853971273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/107394211853971273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/107394211853971273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/03/sophomore-year-is-finally-and.html' title='sophomore year is finally (and officially) closed.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-422356043955959512</id><published>2010-02-28T12:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:16:08.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>the fun started as the world turned zero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;…and it has been a blast during that night, although the theme was a bit morbid. Not to mention scary but thrilling. It was like watching a surreal movie. Yet, all I saw was a bunch of models walking on the catwalk, clad in apocalypse-inspired outfits designed by the advertising juniors.&lt;br /&gt;The event was called &lt;b&gt;YEAR ZERO: Apocalypse Recoutured&lt;/b&gt;, and it was held at the SMX Convention Center, Function Room 4 last Wednesday, February 24, 2010. It started a bit late (I think it was 7:30), but the show progressed perfectly, making it a big success.&lt;br /&gt;Advertising sophomores (including me) were required to watch the show and make a reaction paper for our adprac3 class. But since I thought of writing it here, I’d be happy to share my fill of rants and raves about the event.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let’s talk about the transportation. We were given three options for this one:&lt;br /&gt;a. a bus ride back and forth to UST&lt;br /&gt;b. a bus ride going to SMX and being fetched by parents on the way home&lt;br /&gt;c. going to and fro the venue by your parents (or even by yourself…if you dare! HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I chose the first option, because it’s safer that way. I didn’t have to worry about counting jeepney rides in order to get to the venue, not to mention its cost. I even liked the idea of sharing a bus ride (alongside my block) with some people from different sections, particularly from blocks 3, 4, and 5.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let’s review about the transportation. The UST bus provided the right amount of comfort to all its passengers, and they even got the chance to watch TV for entertainment purposes. (Would you believe that I got to watch the UAAP women’s volleyball tournament while on our way to SMX? It was really fun.)&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the venue. As what I’ve said earlier, the event was held at the SMX Convention Center, Function Room 4. I believe that the venue is fit for the event, and it is air-conditioned for ventilation purposes. Its façade has a touch of elegance—perfect for a well-organized fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us were offered some snacks, found on each chair. It was a nice thing for me, but it really pays to have a hearty meal at the catering area outside the function room before the show started. The food tasted good—and it’s much better eating out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;While watching the show, I was amazed by how models carry their designers’ masterpieces. I didn’t see anyone trip as they strut on the catwalk. The lights, sounds, and other effects fit well, adding a bit of suspense in some parts of the show. For instance, a cloud of smoke comes out before the last model struts around the catwalk, giving an aura of suspense and excitement as each section ended their part. But, I also saw some minimal technical problems regarding the video coverage of the models, especially during the first part. Still, that didn’t stop them from ruining the show completely.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the costumes, my personal favorites are that of 3ad-2 (Steam Allusion) and 3ad-5 (Black Easter). Speaking of which, I liked how they designed their clothes—and how they matched the theme to their masterpieces. Some of them may have gotten inspirations from various designs, but the good thing here is they put a little twist for a personal touch. On the other hand, the designs of 3ad-3 kids are way off. I know, they did awesome styles, but that didn’t match the theme (Cosmic Winter).&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for the overall, I would like to say that the YEAR ZERO fashion show is a success. Every detail—the venue, the promos, and other matters—are well-organized. They might have spent a little too much for the show, but they made a lot of effort to do such a splendid presentation. On a scale of 1 to 5, I’d like to give a grade of 4.5.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That’s all for the critiques. By the way, I’ll first show you designs created by the juniors. (Click the photos below for larger viewing and some other tidbits.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/yearzerocollections3ad2.jpg" target="_blank" title="Steam Allusion by 3ad-2."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/3ad2mini.jpg" border="0" alt="3ad2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/yearzerocollections3ad1.jpg" target="_blank" title="Meta Morphosus by 3ad-1."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/3ad1mini.jpg" border="0" alt="3ad1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/yearzerocollections3ad7.jpg" target="_blank" title="Hippie Legion by 3ad-7."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/3ad7mini.jpg" border="0" alt="3ad7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/yearzerocollections3ad4.jpg" target="_blank" title="Trivolt! by 3ad-4."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/3ad4mini.jpg" border="0" alt="3ad4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/yearzerocollections3ad3.jpg" target="_blank" title="Cosmic Winter by 3ad-3."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/3ad3mini.jpg" border="0" alt="3ad3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/yearzerocollections3ad6.jpg" target="_blank" title="Absolute Affliction by 3ad-6."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/3ad6mini.jpg" border="0" alt="3ad6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/yearzerocollections3ad5.jpg" target="_blank" title="Black Easter by 3ad-5."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/3ad5mini.jpg" border="0" alt="3ad5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, I’d like to show you some of my photos before, on, and after the fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/beforeyearzero.jpg" border="0" alt="That's me before the year zero." title="That's me before the year zero." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/yearzero1.jpg" alt="at the SMX with Vanessa. Ross, the dude in black, should be part of this picture but he declined." title="At the SMX with Vanessa. Ross, the dude in black, should be part of this picture but he declined." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/duringtheshowwithVeeandGen.jpg" border="0" alt="with Vee and Gen during the fashion show. Credits to Gen, a.k.a. Vieverie." title="with Vee and Gen during the fashion show. Credits to Gen, a.k.a. Vieverie." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;That’s all for now. Ta-ta! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-422356043955959512?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/422356043955959512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=422356043955959512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/422356043955959512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/422356043955959512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-it-has-been-blast-during-that-night.html' title='the fun started as the world turned zero.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-5290497967593938285</id><published>2010-02-19T15:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:14:23.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>February strikes again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m in a good mood these days (especially when Valentine’s Day and thesis week came around)…except for one thing: &lt;b&gt;I LOST MY CAMERA PHONE LAST FEBRUARY 3&lt;/b&gt;. (I just found out during my gra2 class. Would you believe that I practically gate-crashed the 2ad-1 ad design class so that I could find it? HAHAHA. Never mind—I’m using my little brother’s phone for the moment.)&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move on. Last Valentine’s day, I spent time with my family doing my little brother’s HELE project. We panicked a bit while doing it, but at least we made a decent newspaper basket and a bunch of newspaper-made jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;Then, let’s move back to the Valentine’s eve. Gone shopping with Mom at the Divisoria, and I bought lots of stuff to use this coming February 24. And speaking of which, we (the sophomores) are required to attend the fashion show held by our fellow advertising juniors. (For more info, &lt;a href="http://www.whatcomesaftertheend.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m enjoying the last two days without classes. I’m done with my ad design plate and my har2 research (that’s a group report, so I did my part)…so what else should I do? A gra2 shirt and some paperwork, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this blog entry ends today. Have a happy weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; It’s been a long time since I last blogged. I’ve been very busy these days. I hope you’ll understand. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-5290497967593938285?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/5290497967593938285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=5290497967593938285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5290497967593938285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5290497967593938285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-strikes-again.html' title='February strikes again.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-844520369720659320</id><published>2010-01-18T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:12:30.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>another random blog entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. Today is prelims week, and I kind of feel lazy doing my gra2 plate and reviewing all my notes. HAHAHA. And since I have no classes tomorrow, I’ll grab this chance to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of blogging…there’s nothing much to write here for the moment…except I’m going to show you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/part2platead2prelims.jpg" alt="Guess who's here in this picture. And please, don't steal it--it's really part of my ad design 2 prelims!" title="Guess who's here in this picture. And please, don't steal it--it's really part of my ad design 2 prelims!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Because I miss that dude so much (not to mention, our friendship that lasted for at least 7 months of my freshman year), I even imagined ourselves goofing around. Trust me—he’s like a brother to me back then. But now…I don’t know what happened to him. No contacts, nowhere to be found…no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;‘Guess I was just imagining too much. But don’t worry, I just did this for self-expression. :D (If you want to know more about my friendship with that guy, &lt;a href="http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/11/ber-months-wishlists-missing-someone.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; This drawing above was rendered using Uni-Pin tips (0.5, 0.2, and 0.05) and watercolours, as required by our professor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-844520369720659320?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/844520369720659320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=844520369720659320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/844520369720659320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/844520369720659320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-random-blog-entry.html' title='another random blog entry.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-5623153207669327999</id><published>2010-01-08T23:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:48:17.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>it’s 2010 and I’m still not over 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry, for I didn’t blog for a couple of days. I’ve got plates and more academic stuff to do. What’s worse is that I didn’t write a year-ender blog entry. HAHAHA. Never mind!&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I really had fun…although Ondoy came to the Philippines and wrecked some parts of Manila last September 26. The best part about 2009 is that I got to bond with (what I consider) the most awesome people I ever met.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of awesome people, a lot of them became my classmates. Some of them were my orgmates, while others are my long-lost friends from way back then (most likely my former schoolmates). And because I want to show them how much I appreciate these guys, I’d like to write them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are a blockmate of mine, thanks for bearing with my stupidities. There may be times that we didn’t get along, but at the end of the day, everything is fine. It’s just that I couldn’t understand you at all, &lt;i&gt;kaya nagbabalak akong lumipat ng ibang&lt;/i&gt; block.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are an irregular classmate of mine, thanks for sharing a part of your life with me and my blockies. Because of you guys and girls, I feel better during my oh-so-boring classes. Thanks so much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are a P.E.-mate, thanks for the moments when we shook our booties as the music plays, and the times we flexed our muscles to be able to run around the football field. These were really the best days of my life!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are an orgmate (or an orgroom buddy), thanks for giving me some tidbits on how to be happy about my course. Maybe I’m still not good in drawing human figures, but being with you guys and gals rocks my world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are one of the formers, thanks for the times we reconnect. We may not be of the same background anymore, but our friendship stays all the same. No matter what, you guys and gals will always be in my heart forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are my professor, thank you for the moments when you teach me how to draw effectively. I’m sorry if I disappoint you at times, but in the end, I learn a lot. Same thing with my family—I may not be considered as the perfect daughter and sister (in fact, I consider myself a black sheep), but I loved you no matter what.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly…there’s my Bro up there. He inspired me to be who I am right now. Among all people I mentioned above, He’s the only one who understands me—even though there are times that I feel like dying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thank you guys so much. You made 2009 one of the best years I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Maybe this entry’s long overdue at this moment, but it never fails me to write my thanks to these guys above. In fact, a lot of things happened during the first few days of 2010—like, this afternoon’s recollection. At that time, I thought of staying with the 2ad-3 kids—but I just don’t know what to do with my own blockmates. Should I change sections or what?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I have the freedom to choose and arrange my schedule. After all, I lived my life as a floater in terms of social relationships, even though I’m a member of block 2ad-2. I just want to be independent, that’s all. (So, 2ad-1, here I come! HAHAHA. Traitor much? But I just hope this is a good decision for me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-5623153207669327999?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/5623153207669327999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=5623153207669327999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5623153207669327999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5623153207669327999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2010-and-im-still-not-over-2009.html' title='it’s 2010 and I’m still not over 2009.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-6062066833455090029</id><published>2009-12-20T12:49:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:36:04.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>lazy time and some stories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is officially the start of Christmas vacation. I already attended the midnight mass earlier at 4:30am, and yet, I still feel lazy. Come to think of it, while listening to the Pussycat Dolls, I typed in “Wonder Giles” instead of “Wonder Girls!” LOL. Can I say that I’m thinking too much?&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, the past week has never been this fun. It’s also a gift-giving week for me, since I gave fourteen gifts to my pals. These are the following people: &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaye, a former irregular classmate of mine. I met her last two semesters ago in thy2. We may not be classmates this semester, but I still get to see her sometimes. I even barge in to her scl3 class while waiting for my blockmates for the next class (which is NS202). (Take note: Kaye’s with 2ad-6 for this subject. But in reality, she’s an advertising arts junior.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Genevieve, an irregular classmate in DrFL2 and adprac3. She may be a quiet girl, but she’s really friendly. Not to mention, a fellow sophomore.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Here’s a stolen photo of Gen. I did this for reference in DrFL2, but my prof discouraged us to use this. Not to mention, sabit lang rito sina Thea at Keisha!" border="0" alt="Here’s a stolen photo of Gen. I did this for reference in DrFL2, but my prof discouraged us to use this." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/GenevieveMarieSon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marione, my partner in track and field. She’s also a freshman from the college of accountancy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan Ray, my groupmate in passing-the-baton activity. He’s a commerce sophomore, not to mention, my classmate in track and field. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Here’s a photo of me with Dan Ray and Jin. Dan’s in the middle. Can we say, sandwiched?" border="0" alt="Here’s a photo of me with Dan Ray and Jin. Dan’s in the middle. Can we say, sandwiched?" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/withJinandDanRay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giliane, an orgmate of mine. She’s an advertising arts freshman, and I’ve got to meet her at my org’s general assembly (the same one when I got to see Christian San Jose in person).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pamela, a former P.E.-mate of mine. I met her last semester—she’s a fellow from social dance class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends from 1ad-1: Leo, Halle, Rei, Rian, Jin, Nixie, and Kristina. I first met them at the orgroom last semester, and today, I regularly go with them while waiting for the building to open its doors. I’ll show you some pictures to have an idea of who they are: &lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Here’s a photo of Leo and me. We love lollipops!" border="0" alt="Here’s a photo of Leo and me. We love lollipops!" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Leoandmelovelollipops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="There’s Jin. She’s my princess!" border="0" alt="There’s Jin. She’s my princess!" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/PrincessJin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Then there’s another shot of Jin, during track and field class. This is taken after our discus-throwing activity." border="0" alt="Then there’s another shot of Jin, during track and field class. This is taken after our discus-throwing activity." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Jinattrackandfieldclass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Then, there’s a stolen shot of Rei, playing Tekken 6 on PSP." border="0" alt="Then, there’s a stolen shot of Rei, playing Tekken 6 on PSP." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/ReiplayingPSP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; I also have a photo of some other people mentioned in this number. &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/pedo-bearswith1ad-1.jpg"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt; (Sorry about Rian and Kristina—I don’t have any.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, there’s Yra, my blockmate. She’s my baby for our block’s Christmas party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In order to conclude my list, I’ll show a picture of my gifts arranged together before I gave it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Gifts for my pals! The largest one belongs to Yra." border="0" alt="Gifts for my pals! The largest one belongs to Yra." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/gifts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let’s talk about what happened last Thursday (December 17, 2009). My block had scl3 class in the morning, then after that, we had a very long vacant period. (We didn’t have adprac3 and NS202 during that time.) So, there’s a good reason why I stayed with my 1ad-1 pals—and spent lunch time with Kaye. Not to mention, my orgmates Mars, Ron, and JuanMig (or Onemig…whatever) goofed off and had their mini-concert at the orgroom later that afternoon. HAHAHA. I’ll show you some proofs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Mars and Ron singing to some rock tunes. The former strums with his guitar." border="0" alt="Mars and Ron singing to some rock tunes. The former strums with his guitar." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/orgroom1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Sumali na si JuanMig. Then Jobo tags along for a convo!" border="0" alt="Sumali na si JuanMig. Then Jobo tags along for a convo!" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/orgroom2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="Heto ang banda. Kulang na lang dito si Yokal." border="0" alt="Heto ang banda. Kulang na lang dito si Yokal." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/orgroom3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Later that evening, my block had a Christmas party in the field. I may not have received a gift from my Secret Santa, but the good thing here is my closest blockmate Vee gave me a t-shirt. I even got to stargaze! HAHAHA. Anyway, here’s my photos of the gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="This is a gift from Vanessa. Thanks so much, dearie!" border="0" alt="This is a gift from Vanessa. Thanks so much, dearie!" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/agiftfromVee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then I show you a photo of me with my blockmates during our party. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="(clockwise) Kim, Isai, Keisha, Mimi, M.C., Geloy, me, RonnieBelles (sabit lang siya rito!), Fionna, Thea, Vanessa, Ross, Migui, Myk, Jeo, and Priscilla. We’re all having fun in the field. Thanks to Kuya Robby." border="0" alt="(clockwise) Kim, Isai, Keisha, Mimi, M.C., Geloy, me, RonnieBelles (sabit lang siya rito!), Fionna, Thea, Vanessa, Ross, Migui, Myk, Jeo, and Priscilla. We’re all having fun in the field. Thanks to Kuya Robby." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/2ad2Christmasparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;That’s all for today. &lt;b&gt;HAVE A HAPPY CHRISTMAS VACATION!&lt;/b&gt; Stay cool. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-6062066833455090029?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/6062066833455090029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=6062066833455090029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6062066833455090029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6062066833455090029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/12/lazy-time-and-some-stories.html' title='lazy time and some stories.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8571757541439110123</id><published>2009-12-13T12:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:09:50.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s been more than a week since I last blogged here. I’ve got plates, plates, and more plates. And every time I use the computer, I key in my tweets in my Twitter account and look at random people’s blogs. Sometimes, I log in to Facebook and/or DeviantArt for updates…but still, it’s much better if I write all my thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming in just a few days—12 days, to be exact. I have prepared gifts for my classmates and friends just yesterday, but before I made a list of who I am going to give this Christmas, I already gave my orgmate Mars a gift last December 9. Here’s the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="This is what happened before my ad design 2 class. I barged in to their room so that I could give my gift to Mars. Pardon the faces on this comic--hindi kamukha nina Mars at Ron ang mga nadibuho kong mukha nila rito." border="0" alt="This is what happened before my ad design 2 class. I barged in to their room so that I could give my gift to Mars. Pardon the faces on this comic--hindi kamukha nina Mars at Ron ang mga nadibuho kong mukha rito." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Marscomic-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then, I’ll show you how my gift looked like before I gave it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="A gift to Mars this Christmas. Inside it was a set of Faber-Castell colored pencils." border="0" alt="A gift to Mars this Christmas. Inside it was a set of Faber-Castell colored pencils." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/forMars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Later on, during my ad design 2 class, we made a wishlist. Here’s what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs" title="This is my corner in our wishlist. Since my classmates tease me about my lettering pal Giles a lot, I’m pretty sure somebody wrote him as one of my wishes in this corner. My goodness, people. Very funny. HARHARHAR. (This was taken last December 10, during AdPrac3 class.)" border="0" alt="This is my corner in our wishlist. Since my classmates tease me about my lettering pal Giles a lot, I’m pretty sure somebody wrote him as one of my wishes in this corner. My goodness, people. Very funny. HARHARHAR. (This was taken last December 10, during AdPrac3 class.)" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/wishlist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Sigh. So much for wishlist talks, especially when Giles is involved here. &lt;b&gt;Oh, please. Forget it. I have no mood for this issue at the moment. :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…this blog entry ends today. Ta-ta for now! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8571757541439110123?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8571757541439110123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8571757541439110123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8571757541439110123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8571757541439110123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-2383855290574069691</id><published>2009-12-01T20:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:05:17.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>having loads of fun is equal to happiness [and other stories].</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes. Happiness in a nutshell! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of happiness, I attended track and field class this morning, and being with my classmates has never been that exciting—although we were all very tired from three laps of jogging and walking around the grandstand. &lt;i&gt;Really.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when we were assigned to divide into groups for our baton-passing activity. Since Nixie, Jin, Andie (Nixie and Jin’s blockie), Marione, and I were in need of male members, I invited former fitness matey Nico, his blockie Khervin, and commerce sophomore Dan Ray. And later on, Kat (commerce freshman) and Jiann (sports science freshman) joined us. Being with them was such a blast, especially when we executed our activity. (I even channeled Dora the Explorer after we successfully performed it. LOL’s!)&lt;br /&gt;After our class, Nixie, Kat, Dan, and I hung out at the food stand by the gym and shared stories over a bun of foot-long cheesedog (while Jin was with her buds from the faculty of engineering). Our stories ranged from &lt;i&gt;Ninja Assassin&lt;/i&gt; (Korean star Rain’s newest movie), to the &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt; saga (not to mention, its spoofies! Anyone heard of Edward Cullen-Jacob Black pairings and pound-for-pound king Manny Pacquiao starring as Edward? &lt;a href="http://facebuko.com/threads/twilight"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;.), and UAAP men’s basketball stars (commerce students are most likely to have them as classmates. But would you believe that Season 72 MVP Dylan Ababou was my schoolmate?).&lt;br /&gt;By the time I went home, I floated all the way to doing my plates. As of now, I have finished my ad design 2 and gra2 plates, and both of them are to be submitted tomorrow. Whoa—what a day.&lt;br /&gt;Well…anyways. Today, in the history of my college life, I’ve never been this happy since the first day of second semester—when I got to see my pals again (not to mention, the 2ad-2 block). Same thing with other events, ranging from having such long conversations with my pals (particularly with my former high school clubmate Erik, my former irregular classmates Giles and Kaye, 2ad-7 pal Loui…just to name a few), to hanging out with arnis buds (same thing with my other P.E. mates), attending my org’s general assembly (not to mention, meeting Christian San Jose in person), and even staying in the orgroom during breaks (it’s much better when my orgroom pals are there). Because of these little reminders, I always think I was having the time of my life, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today! Stay cool, and always remember that &lt;b&gt;having loads of fun is equal to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Yesterday is Bonifacio Day, that’s why we didn’t have classes on that day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-2383855290574069691?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2383855290574069691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=2383855290574069691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2383855290574069691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2383855290574069691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/12/having-loads-of-fun-is-equal-to.html' title='having loads of fun is equal to happiness [and other stories].'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-8378346503230338646</id><published>2009-11-24T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:04:00.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>track and field, NSTP, and randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m currently listening to the likes of Apo Hiking Society, Eraserheads, some OPM beats, and a dash of pop while staring at the computer screen after my P.E. class. HAHAHA. I’ll just dish what happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;Track and field may be tiring, but it’s a good way to start the day—especially when my 1ad-1 pals Nixie and Jin were there this morning. Not to mention, I rediscovered one of my fitness classmates back in second semester last year. (His name is Nico, and he’s a physical therapy sophomore. When we were classmates in fitness, we belonged in different groups. But now that we’re classmates again…okay, that’s a good thing.)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of old classmates, having someone for a P.E. classmate for the second time is a rare case. And it’s a good thing I remembered Nico practicing with his fitness group while Ma’am Apolonia (our track and field prof…and my former social dance instructor) was checking the attendance record. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;—it’s just that he used to be groupmates with a commerce student named Billy (he’s now a junior), and the latter was kind of popular back then. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kilala kasi ni Sir Porto (&lt;/span&gt;prof &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin sa&lt;/span&gt; fitness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dati)&lt;/span&gt;, eh. HAHAHA. I’m just kidding, dude.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for our first activity, Marione (an accountancy freshman) and I became partners. We ended up tired from doing sit-ups and leg raisings, but we enjoyed. As what I told earlier, track and field may be tiring, but it’s a good way to start the day—especially when you take this class in the morning. (This also applies to other P.E. classes.)&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for my track and field class! Let’s move on with the NSTP orientation last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, November 22, 2009.&lt;/b&gt; I went to school at around 12 noon and passed my waiting time with my arnis pals Vee (she’s my blockie, too) and Steph. Then, at the orientation, I got to see my CWTS classmates again—especially my groupies Ivy and Michael. Not to mention, I even got to talk to my former social dance matey Remo—he was with us during the orientation, but he’s from section C-4. It was a good day, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Well…this ends my blog entry for today. Gotta do my homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; My special thanks to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ONEFORUST"&gt;OneForUST&lt;/a&gt; for putting a link (&lt;a href="http://eleap.ust.edu.ph"&gt;E-LeAP&lt;/a&gt;, to be exact) on your tweet about the NSTP orientation. If not for it, I would be marked absent—and in danger of getting failed. GO, USTe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-8378346503230338646?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/8378346503230338646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=8378346503230338646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8378346503230338646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/8378346503230338646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/11/track-and-field-nstp-and-randomness.html' title='track and field, NSTP, and randomness.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-2897964172484843355</id><published>2009-11-23T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:02:34.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>CFAD day blues and other stories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It’s been a week since that day happened—and this event is more boring than last year. Don’t get me wrong—my friends from upper batches (most likely, orgmates) thought that the previous CFAD week celebrations were way better than that. Still, I enjoyed being with my friends no matter what—even just in the form of taking part in our face painting maid café activity (not to mention, Nixie, Jin, and I had our P.E. orientation at the gym). HAHAHA. Anyways, I’m going to post a photo of me, together with Pyrah and Danielle, having a blast with my face paint (thanks to Sam and Ivan’s blockie Melissa—I liked the geisha look despite my rugged chic!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/CFADday.jpg" alt="Danielle, Pyrah, and me at the face painting booth during the CFAD day." title="Danielle, Pyrah, and me at the face painting booth during the CFAD day." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, let’s get into what happened before the CFAD day. That morning, my 1ad-1 pals were planning on what anime/game characters to cosplay, and because I wanted to wear skirts for my uniform (fact: the last time I wore skirts was during the second semester of my freshman year), I tried on Jin’s skirt for her Lolita outfit. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt; Just for kicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/meinpleatedskirt.jpg" alt="A photo of me wearing a pleated skirt." title="A photo of me wearing a pleated skirt." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then the day after the CFAD day blues, a member of 1ad-1 (sorry dudes, I forgot her name) brought an elusive pedo-bear hat to bring it back to Lora. While waiting for her, Nixie, Rei, Halle, and I tried it on just for fun. Here’s my shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/pedo-bearswith1ad-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Speaking of my subjects, I’m doing okay. I’ve got to meet my new professors like Sir Ducat (gra2; he teaches painting subjects while carving a commissioned project), Ma’am Calubayan (NS202), Ma’am Ronidel (HAr2), and Sir Fiedacan (scl3). And when it comes to irregular classmates, I’ve got to meet a lot of them—fifteen, at least (including my old buds Kuya Roy, Vincent, and Ate Ken). Not to mention, there’s a new set of architecture classmates from lit102a class. (They’re Cliff and Raniel [pronounced as &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;RAIN-iel&lt;/span&gt;], both architecture juniors [actually, they’re in fourth year].) But don’t worry—I won’t forget having Kuya Bryan and Ate Anna as my NS102 mateys last semester…for these dudes are my first classmates from another college. Because of this, I’ll just wish them the best of luck with their theses and graduation requirements. :D&lt;br /&gt;‘Guess this is the end of my entry for today. Before I call it a day, I’d like to share to you some lines from Owl City’s “Fireflies”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I’d like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s hard to say I’d rather stay awake than fall asleep,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Cause everything is never as it seems.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Today’s birthday greetings are dedicated to my blockmate An, my high school classmate GeeGee, my orgmates Rei and Pilar, and all those who celebrate their birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-2897964172484843355?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2897964172484843355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=2897964172484843355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2897964172484843355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2897964172484843355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/11/cfad-day-blues-and-other-stories.html' title='CFAD day blues and other stories.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-3666789936935859380</id><published>2009-11-16T16:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:01:09.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>first week of second semester.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Wow. I never thought that my first week of second semester could be THAT fun. It started when I stopped by pav 2 just to join my 1ad-1 pals while waiting for the building to open its doors. And, you know what? Seeing these guys (and my other pals) again made me think, &lt;b&gt;“This is the best first week I ever had!”&lt;/b&gt; Not to mention, having friends from other classes and blocks (irregular mates included) is a good thing for me, so that’s why I’m able to have such long conversations with them every morning, especially when their class starts as early as 7 a.m. (Note: All of my classes start at 7 a.m., and I don’t have night classes. Haha—just wanted you to know that. :D)&lt;br /&gt;My first class for this semester was ad design 2, and since my professor wasn’t there yet, I was thrilled to find out that the 1ad-5 dudes were at the next door. To take advantage of the waiting time, I went there and got to talk to Giliane, Mars, and Yokal until their professor came by. Of course, I had to go back to my class and wait for my prof to come. (For your information, Sir Nacario is my professor in ad design 2. Not to mention, I’m classmates with Kuya Roy and Vincent once again.)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of classes, they are actually fun, especially when I have irregular classmates. For this semester, aside from Kuya Roy and Vincent, I have three new friends from adprac3 class: Ate Flerika (a nursing graduate who is my orgmate Brikko’s classmate), Gen (a 2ad-7 kid; she’ll also be my classmate in DrFL2), and Cholo (a cute junior—whom I mistook as a sophomore. I don’t even have a crush on him, though). And when it comes to old irregular buddies, my former thy2 mate Kaye and I still see each other sometimes. For this semester, she’s with the 2ad-6 kids for her scl3 class. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;At may karamay na naman siya.&lt;/span&gt; This time, she’s with a random 3ad-2 boy. Haha. I just asked this dude about my former lettering mate Giles’s whereabouts. The latter was his classmate then, that’s why.)&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about orgroom people. Thursday will be my lucky day for this semester, since I’m going to meet up with Sam and Ivan (and the whole 3ptg-1 block) at the pav 1 during my lunch break. Last Thursday, after hanging out with my blockmates Vee, Priscilla, and Isai, I grabbed the chance to go there and bond with these guys. They had landscape painting class orientation then. (Don’t worry—I like the idea of sitting in, especially when their class is in an outdoor setting. HAHAHA.) After their class, we goofed off. I’ll show you one proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/paintingjuniors.jpg" alt="Kalokohan ng mga painting juniors. Situated in this picture are the following people: Jaemee, Red, and Char." title="Kalokohan ng mga painting juniors. Situated in this picture are the following people: Jaemee, Red, and Char." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then last Friday, I went to the orgroom right after my lit102a class. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;—I liked happy times with them. It’s been a semestral break since I last hung around with the orgroom kids. They may be of different backgrounds, but everything was just fine. Not to mention, US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton visited our school on that day. Only, my orgroom pals Kuya Keith and Regine (and other org presidents) got to see her in person. (They’re both presidents of CFAD Red Cross and CFAD Scarlet, respectively. Not to mention, a lot of high school students saw Mrs. Clinton, too.)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to end my first-week-of-school story for now. By the way, I have my ad design 2 plate in tow, and I’ve got to finish all my sketches until Wednesday morning. Stay cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Tomorrow is the CFAD day. I just hope everything’s fine on the next day. Not to mention, I’ll have P.E. class with my 1ad-1 pals Nixie and Jin in the morning. Anyone who’s up for track and field? LOL’s. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-3666789936935859380?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/3666789936935859380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=3666789936935859380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/3666789936935859380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/3666789936935859380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-week-of-second-semester.html' title='first week of second semester.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-3001899971578197949</id><published>2009-11-10T16:34:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:59:50.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>freshman memories revisited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hahaha. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wala lang. Bakit sa tuwing malapit na ang pasukan, naaalala ko ang mga&lt;/span&gt; memories &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;noong&lt;/span&gt; freshman &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm…that makes sense. A new semester means a new set of pals—most likely, those irregular mates and my P.E. classmates. And every time I think about it, my freshman memories always cross my mind. I know, this was so last year, but I can’t stop telling myself that these days were the best.&lt;br /&gt;Being part of block AD-2 (and still physically there for two years) has been a blessing for me, but making friends outside of the block made my oh-so-boring college life as colorful as a rainbow. And, if I’m not mistaken, it all started with my arnis buddies during the first semester of my freshman year. At that time, a lot of CFAD students were enrolled at that class, so we got to have a lot of things in common. Not to mention, my blockies Vanessa, Bea, and Karla were also my P.E.-mates then.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there’s my orgmates. Just hanging out with them at the orgroom makes my day brighter than the sun. We may be of different backgrounds, but they’re always there for me when I needed help with plates (particularly on anatomy).&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list are my irregular classmates. My CTec and DC2 buddy Bern was my first pal I had for this list, but it was my lettering matey (and her blockmate) Giles whom I got connected with. It just so happened that the latter and I shared a lot of stories about anything under the sun, so that’s why we were mistaken as an item. Later on, second semester rolled around, and there’s my theo2 pal Kaye. Since we had common interests, I got to connect with her. Not to mention, being with them on Friday mornings add much spice, so I’ll show you why I think so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st semester:&lt;/b&gt; Lettering was our first class, and Giles was my classmate. There’s an instance when he showed up on a Thursday morning for his P.E. class—and it dawned to me that Bernie mentioned something about Thursdays as their free day during that semester (&lt;em&gt;kaya nga, kinuha niya 'yung&lt;/em&gt; CTec class &lt;em&gt;namin sa hapon&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd semester:&lt;/b&gt; Theo2 was our first class, and Kaye was my classmate. Not to mention, there were also times that she and I see each other every morning because most of her classes start at 7am. And come to think of it, I even got to talk to Giles whenever we see each other sometimes—usually on a Monday. But he’s not my classmate anymore at that time—so there’s a reason why I kind of miss his quirks sometimes (until now).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There were also unexpected guests, too. Before the end of the first semester, I got to reconnect with my high school clubmate Erik. Back then, he was an advertising arts senior, so he gave me some tidbits on how to survive college life. Not to mention, we shared a lot of stories while I was doing my FDr final plate (and my blockies doing their DC1 final plates). Then, there’s Loui from AD-7. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt; Memories &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nga naman, o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I guess this blog entry will end for now. Tomorrow is the start of second semester, school year 2009-2010. All my classes will start in the morning, so I guess I’ll be back at waking up at 4am. Not to mention, I don’t have night classes, so I’m pretty sure a lot of parents will approve of that.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gotta go for now! See you guys and gals tomorrow. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-3001899971578197949?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/3001899971578197949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=3001899971578197949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/3001899971578197949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/3001899971578197949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/11/freshman-memories-revisited.html' title='freshman memories revisited.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-3796481316079237827</id><published>2009-11-06T21:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:57:32.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>part two of wishlists and other rambles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems that I still have to put some more on my wishlist. I’m sorry if I’m such an impulsive person when it comes to something I like. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a solo trip to Japan&lt;/b&gt; – because I want to! HAHAHAHAHAHA. Actually, I want to experience the Japanese lifestyle—Zen Buddhism and all that. (Anime, manga, cosplay, geek stuff? They’re also included in that list—it happened that they only belong to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;otaku&lt;/span&gt; subculture in Japan.)&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;going to a cosplay convention&lt;/b&gt; – okay, this one is just for kicks. I always dreamed of being there to see cosplayers in person. :D&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;wearing a Lolita-inspired outfit&lt;/b&gt; – just for kicks, too! Not to mention, I want to wear decora outfits—they’re so colorful.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;studying Japanese language&lt;/b&gt; – it’s the first step before going to Japan. (Of course, why not?) As of today, I like watching subtitled anime shows—one of them is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;, which airs every Friday, 8:30pm, on Animax.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;taking a sip of Starbucks coffee&lt;/b&gt; – I’ve never experienced this one. The thought of being at Starbucks and staying there for hours while sipping a cup of frap made me think that I should try that, even just once.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;making an online portfolio&lt;/b&gt; – where I could put my plates to a very good place. As of now, I upload them on Facebook, but I still wish to have an online compilation. Like, I want a &lt;b&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/b&gt; online portfolio for my damn old plateys, puh-leaze!&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a tutorial on web page designing&lt;/b&gt; – this is in line with the former. HAHAHA. Just for kicks, I guess—even though I know a thing or two about tinkering with cascading style sheets.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;taking up a second course&lt;/b&gt; – literature, maybe? Haha—I just thought of that. If ever I wanted to take up that course, I’d like to study in UP or Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;meeting my Prince Charming&lt;/b&gt; – say what? This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; part of my wishlist. I just put this to say that this wish is an overrated one, since so many girls—especially the younger ones—put this as one of their wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways. I think this ends my wishlist for today. If you want to see more of this, click &lt;a href="http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/11/ber-months-wishlists-missing-someone.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s already 49 days before Christmas and I still haven’t done serious work. Christmas-related artwork, to be exact. But if that’s any consolation, I got to spend almost two weeks of semestral break—in a productive way, at least. Even though there were times that I laze myself in front of the computer, typing whatever’s on my cluttered mind. (That’s why I have a Twitter account! Click &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cloudyzooka_o12"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to follow me.) And I was thinking…if I’m going to watch subtitled anime on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasensya na kung hindi ko na masundan ang Bleach&lt;/span&gt;—I stopped at episode 90 and groaned over the fact that some of its episodes are deleted there. ‘Guess I was too late—the only ones there are already at 200-something. :(&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toradora! Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;—my orgmate J.P. told me one day that this is an awesome anime to watch. I don’t know if this is still available on YouTube—but I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Well…that’s off the cliff. Gotta blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-3796481316079237827?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/3796481316079237827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=3796481316079237827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/3796481316079237827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/3796481316079237827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-two-of-wishlists-and-other-rambles.html' title='part two of wishlists and other rambles.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-2560348888010640707</id><published>2009-11-02T17:54:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:08:06.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>ber-months, wishlists, missing someone, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. I feel the cold breeze outside, caressing my face. I also hear Christmas carols everywhere. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ber-months na nga, mga doods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ber-months, these are aptly called as such because they all end with the suffix -ber. These are the following: &lt;b&gt;September, October, November,&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;December.&lt;/b&gt; (I hope you get the idea.) And because it’s already Ber-months, we’re counting down the days before Jesus was born. Yay, Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about Christmas. It’s already 53 days before Christmas, and I would love to make a wishlist. Here’s what I want:&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a laptop&lt;/b&gt; – this is for emergency purposes. HAHAHA. And I want it in pink. Not to mention, I prefer a laptop with large memory. :D&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a DSLR camera&lt;/b&gt; – actually, it’s a requirement for next year’s photography class, so why not? Canon or Nikon can do.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a handy-dandy digital camera&lt;/b&gt; – this is for emergency purposes, when I don’t have a DSLR in handy. LOL’s!&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a Photoshop CS software&lt;/b&gt; – I desperately want to replace my super-duper old Photoshop 5.5 software. Not to mention, I’ll be needing this for my future plates, especially those which are to be rendered through this software.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;an iPod Mini&lt;/b&gt; – preferably with radio features. I just love listening to the music. Orange, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a lomographic camera&lt;/b&gt; – I would love to have this one for a hobby. Don’t ask why.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a pair of plain white or cream Chuck Taylor shoes&lt;/b&gt; – this is for me to doodle and paint it. Customization rules, baby!&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;a cartoon hood jacket&lt;/b&gt; – since I love doodles and watching cartoons, I would like to have that.&lt;br /&gt;Any others? HAHAHA. I couldn’t think of something else for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;Do you know the feeling of missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been months since I last saw him in campus. Not to mention, it’s also been months since I last sent him a text message. I don’t know what happened to him, but I still hope he’s doing fine. I even asked my pals about him—and unfortunately, he transferred to another school. I guess he didn’t like it here, eh? HAHAHA. Peace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tayo&lt;/span&gt;, doods!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he was my classmate in a certain subject when I was a freshman. I barely noticed him then, but I even got to know him one day—when our class had to go to the chapel. Back then, I thought he was tagging along with us—only to find out that he WAS my classmate. He happened to be a sophomore then—not to mention, an irregular classmate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;He may not be considered a model student (because he barely shows up in our class although he submits &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;-worthy plates—LOL’s!), but what I liked about him is that he has a sense of humor. There was even one time when I wrote a thank-you line under his rendition of drawing by shading (I asked for a mini-tutorial about this!), and upon seeing it, he said, “You’re welcome!” and drew this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/Giles-walangpaa.jpg" alt="Walang paa. This is one of his jokes he drew on my sketchie. See how humorous he is?" title="Walang paa. This is one of his jokes he drew on my sketchie. See how humorous he is?" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;HAHAHA. Sorry if I don’t have a clearer version of this one. The original sketch got wrecked by Ondoy’s flood. But the good thing here is I took a picture of this to preserve such happy memory as this (duh, of course!).&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let’s go back. There was also one time when he showed a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleach&lt;/span&gt; fan art from his phone (which, according to him, was lifted from &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;). I thought it was from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death Note&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA. Obviously, I didn’t know some tidbits about the former until I got to watch it. Yes, he’s one of the main reasons why I tried watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleach&lt;/span&gt; and loved every episode of it. Too bad I stopped at episode 90—not to mention, there are a lot of filler episodes there. It’s a clear indication that I should read the manga version, as what my org-friends said.&lt;br /&gt;He may have done a lot of crazy things when at school. He may sometimes be the kind of person who prefers spelling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hapy&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to text messages. But the best thing about him is that he gives me tips on how to look at the bright side. I wouldn’t forget the time when I went to school to find out that I don’t have anatomy2 class—and since he showed up that morning, I got to have a small talk with him. He even told me to &lt;b&gt;go to my class…and await a few surprises&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Grabe, ang kulit kaya!)&lt;/span&gt; There was even a time when I mentioned a certain professor to him, and before I suppress myself to saying bad things about the former, the latter stopped me by saying &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Tama na, baka ma-&lt;/i&gt;karma &lt;i&gt;ka pa.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I even liked him for that! :D&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess my story about missing someone ends today. If you want to know who I am talking about, please &lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; bother to ask me. But there’s something I want to share to you from my &lt;a href="http://whackedsprout9.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply site&lt;/a&gt; before I call it a day—which happened to be a poem dedicated for him. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starting From Scratch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[by CloudyLove, 01.23.09]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artistang-kamote12.deviantart.com/art/friends-for-keeps-114283445" target="_blank" title="Friends for keeps. For more info about this artwork, click here."&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/friendsforkeeps.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re back to where we started—&lt;br /&gt;Two strangers sitting side by side on a bench&lt;br /&gt;We have nothing to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to think about…&lt;br /&gt;We’re just staring blankly at each other&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be friends then&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you seem to forget about me—&lt;br /&gt;All those laughter and tears we shared…&lt;br /&gt;It just blew away like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have to start from scratch—&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-2560348888010640707?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2560348888010640707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=2560348888010640707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2560348888010640707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2560348888010640707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/11/ber-months-wishlists-missing-someone.html' title='ber-months, wishlists, missing someone, etc.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-4523134014484425579</id><published>2009-10-30T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:01:33.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>passing and other ramblings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Phew. I passed all of my subjects, and it’s a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I just received my clearance report earlier this afternoon and upon seeing it, I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t see any signs of failing or whatever. Not to mention, I got to see my classmates and some of my pals—most likely some of my former irregular mateys, a number of orgmates, and people from other classes. Oh, yeah. (Longest conversation? It’s with my theo2 pal Kaye, whom I haven’t seen in months. I miss her, though.)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school records, I also got my grades sheet from the dean’s office, thanks to the dudes from 2AD-7 (particularly Lance). Thank goodness I don’t have a grade of 3—I would’ve been content with receiving that grade if it’s not for my hard work. And when it comes to studying, I try my best to push myself to the limit even to the point of sleeping as late as 2am. (Actually, some CFAD students do more than that. They are awake for 24 hours just to finish all their plates and other school-related stuff! I’m not kidding—I’ve been in that situation and done that.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay…I guess this is the end of the road. I just don’t know what to do for the moment—I wanted to draw random stuff and yet my scanner isn’t working. As for my Facebook account, I wanted to add friends from college and yet I don’t seem to have fun while I’m logged in. HAHAHA…whatever it is, I’ll end this blog entry right away. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-4523134014484425579?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/4523134014484425579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=4523134014484425579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/4523134014484425579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/4523134014484425579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/passing-and-other-ramblings.html' title='passing and other ramblings.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-351610357686658506</id><published>2009-10-28T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:53:32.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>two days to go and I’m going to get the clearance report.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;…and I lost my test permit. This proves how I am not careful with things. Not to mention, my grades are already down the drain. I’m afraid I’m going to fail one of my subjects this semester.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of test permits, I might have misplaced it somewhere. The last time I saw my test permit was last Friday, October 23, at room 604. The upside? At that time, I’m finished with the finals. Still, I hope there’s a good soul who will come up to me with that sheet of paper, or who’ll give it to the guard for safekeeping. (The latter option is much better. I don’t think people will know me that well when it comes to the former. LOL’s.)&lt;br /&gt;Grades, grades, grades. I don’t even want to think about it. As of now, I’m whipping out such mediocre results in various subjects, especially with the minors. There’s a possibility that I’m going to fail one of them. (Click &lt;a href="http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-year-first-semnearing-end-of.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read more about this.)&lt;br /&gt;I just hope nothing bad happens on the 30th. I don’t even like the idea of being an irregular student, though I have friends who are in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-351610357686658506?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/351610357686658506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=351610357686658506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/351610357686658506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/351610357686658506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-days-to-go-and-im-going-to-get.html' title='two days to go and I’m going to get the clearance report.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-5245881752901167611</id><published>2009-10-24T20:20:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:48:13.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>the start of semestral break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are part of my block, you’ll agree with me. But if you had your final exams on a Saturday, you’re going to enjoy it starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, October 23, 2009 was my last day of the first semester. It was also the last day to see my classmates and pals in school. In order to make up for it, I’ll try to contact them through text or any social networking medium (these days, I prefer &lt;a title="add me up! thanks much." href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Joycie-CloudyLove/100000198254954" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://artistang-kamote12.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;). Still, it’s different to see them in person and talk about anything under the sun. Which reminds me…I’m going to miss hanging out with my fellow orgmates/orgroomies, especially during break times. Not to mention, I have developed a habit to go to pav 1 every Tuesday morning to see Sam and Ivan doing their landscape plates, together with their classmates. That’ll change if second semester rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the “last” times, the last day I got to be with my social dance mateys was October 15, 2009. We had our last dance, and got a grade of one. It was all credits to my groupmates Mako, Jec, Delle, Royce, Bry, JR, and Pammy. We also don’t have to forget our mentor, Ma’am Apolonia, and of course, the Lord. Here’s our group picture after our performance: &lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/socialdancefinals.jpg" alt="Situated here in this picture are the following people: (clockwise) Royce, Bryan, Jessica, Delle, Paola, Mako, Pamela, and me. At the back are Ma’am Apolonia and JR, a.k.a. Fernando Jose." title="Situated here in this picture are the following people: (clockwise) Royce, Bryan, Jessica, Delle, Paola, Mako, Pamela, and me. At the back are Ma’am Apolonia and JR, a.k.a. Fernando Jose." class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Another “last time” story for this semester is the time I got to talk my heart out to my fellow orgmate Giliane. She’s a freshman, and the only time I could see her is every Tuesday before my 10am class. I didn’t take any pictures of the two of us together, especially when we last saw each other last October 13, but there’s a proof in this blog that I liked her quirks. It’s not just about her being an otaku, but…here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/cutesharpie.jpg" alt="No, I’m not kidding. It’s a unique sharpener. Love the details!" title="No, I’m not kidding. It’s a unique sharpener. Love the details!" class="image image-large_custom show-image-no-thumbs"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;There are still more “last time” stories I wanted to share, but I guess I’ll save them for later. Have a happy vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/b&gt; If you go on a meeting at somebody’s house and one of them is about to make his/her way home, and if you wish to go home as early as that, then you should do so with him/her. Don’t make a fuss about going home and not having a buddy with you just because he/she already went home. (Yeah. That was last Thursday.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-5245881752901167611?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/5245881752901167611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=5245881752901167611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5245881752901167611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/5245881752901167611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/start-of-semestral-break.html' title='the start of semestral break.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-1988430161654784524</id><published>2009-10-22T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:47:28.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>second year, first sem—nearing the end of regulation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, yeah. Tell me about it—especially when I think that feeling like an outsider is so much fun than being part of the block. Not to mention, I’m on the brink of being an irregular student, thanks to my near-failing grades in some of my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this. You are a member of the dean’s list since the first semester of your freshman year, and you do very well in most of your subjects though you find the minors boring. And now that you’re a sophomore, your grades are slipping, slipping away…until you’ve come to the point that you get the dreaded grade of five. Yes, five, as in &lt;em&gt;numero cinco&lt;/em&gt; in Spanish. In order to take it away from your oh-so-clean records, you have to take that class again. In short, you are going to be considered an irregular student.&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways. I’m already expecting that. LOL’s.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, the first semester of my sophomore year is about to end. So many things happened—I’ve got to meet lots of new people from different backgrounds—particularly Kuya Roy, Vincent, Kristin, Kuya Bry, Ate Anna, Alvin, Ate Ken, Loida, Gabana, Remo, Mako, Delle, Jec, Paola, Royce, Pam, Bry S., Fer, Yokal, Giliane, Mars…a lot of them. (Find your name here! LOL’s. Clue: some of them are my irregular classmates, others are my social dance mateys, and of course, the rest are my orgmates.) I may have lost contact to my then favorite irregular mateys Giles and Kaye (although I have their numbers in the list), but at least these dudes spruced up my oh-so-boring college life. Not to mention, I’ve got to meet a new set of professors (although Sir Mañago’s among them)—and speaking of which, I’m going to miss having conversations with Sir Tieng about the UAAP senior basketball players on a short break during our AdPrac2 class. &lt;em&gt;Arigatou gozaimasu, minna-san~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;On the other hand, I just got from Vee’s house earlier this afternoon. My block had our overnight meeting starting yesterday for the inter-block competition this coming Saturday. Upon going home, I should have done it earlier with the other blockmates, yet I was too focused on finishing my HAr1 finals. Still, I went home safe and sound, even if it meant hiring somebody to take me to the Bicutan station—in such a demanding way. Talk about resurgence of my trademark bad behavior during my early days. HARHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dudes. I’ve got to go—I have to study for our AdPrac2 finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; For those who are affected by Ondoy and Pepeng’s wrath weeks ago, I hope these guys are back on their feet. For those who are taking the final exam, God bless them in order to pass. And for those who are now enjoying the break…I hope they will have time to reflect on what they have done in the past semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-1988430161654784524?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/1988430161654784524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=1988430161654784524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/1988430161654784524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/1988430161654784524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-year-first-semnearing-end-of.html' title='second year, first sem—nearing the end of regulation.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-40108230149019385</id><published>2009-09-20T11:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:17:59.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome note'/><title type='text'>this is now my new portal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After almost two years of blogging in &lt;a href="http://whackedsprout9.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;, I now go back to where my blogging history started--Blogger. Since almost all my friends have their Facebook accounts (not to mention, they're enjoying Pet Society, Mafia Wars, Sorority Life, and other applications), I joined in. Still, when it comes to blogging, I'll do it the traditional way--wherein a blogger sets up his/her own site to jot down his/her ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of microblogging, I'm up for it, but I don't know when I am starting to sign up. I'm used to writing such long entries--ranging from everyday ramblings to big events. I even write lots of things on a piece of paper--it's a great outlet to start with.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for today. Stay cool! And please, don't forget to check out my links at the left side. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-40108230149019385?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/40108230149019385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/40108230149019385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-now-my-new-portal.html' title='this is now my new portal.'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-7243649537940989512</id><published>2009-04-08T14:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:17:02.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Thank You, Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/barkadatrip.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was as dull as black and white&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing much—it’s full of monotony;&lt;br /&gt;But since I met you, my world brightened up&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, color sprinkled all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the memories we made—&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a movie; we can replay it every day&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the times we didn’t get along;&lt;br /&gt;Still, these fights are there for us to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t write a poem to save my life—&lt;br /&gt;But I’m sure this will make you feel all right.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much, my truest friends&lt;br /&gt;Together, we will all make it until the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-7243649537940989512?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/7243649537940989512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=7243649537940989512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/7243649537940989512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/7243649537940989512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-friends.html' title='Thank You, Friends!'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-2319918240853973368</id><published>2009-02-01T11:01:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:34:03.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The thought of him makes me want to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A disturbing thought that makes me cry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His presence is like a dagger to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a simple glimpse of him, it tears me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This strange feeling consumes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s like a birdcage; I couldn’t set myself free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder what made me like him so much—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me, why does he make me blush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It scares me that I couldn’t breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What’s more pressing, he doesn’t even see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One thing I know for sure: I’ve fallen for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry—I can’t seem to handle this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem shows one girl’s thoughts of being in like with someone. Isn’t it funny when a person’s life becomes a little complicated yet exciting when he/she falls in like with the opposite sex? That’s how her life went when she realized to herself that she had some feelings for a certain boy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the cliff. Advanced happy valentine's day to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-2319918240853973368?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2319918240853973368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=2319918240853973368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2319918240853973368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/2319918240853973368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2009/02/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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-7432676602107879690.post-4338422584965536387</id><published>2008-06-09T10:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:15:45.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Hairstyle Hijinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/isprikitiko9/DSC00102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;This comic tells us about how a bad haircut causes a lot of ridicule from classmates. LOL. The main character, Chrissy, thought it was good to reinvent herself for the first day until she became the laughingstock because of her boyish hairstyle. Yet, she didn’t show bad vibes to them, at least.&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay to reinvent yourself, but you should not care about what others say against you. Just be true to yourself, and you’ll be fine. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-4338422584965536387?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/feeds/4338422584965536387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7432676602107879690&amp;postID=4338422584965536387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/4338422584965536387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/4338422584965536387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2008/06/hairstyle-hijinks.html' title='Hairstyle Hijinks'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</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://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/joycie09sprout/isprikitiko9/th_DSC00102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7432676602107879690.post-6015755030007468210</id><published>2008-06-08T11:17:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:46:28.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome note'/><title type='text'>Welcome Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi, guys! Welcome to the WACKYCLASHER boredom corner.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I put my creative works, such as poetry and stories. But it is not just limited to literature – I will also post drawings, too, just for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know me more, just look at the sidebar and you will see some links there. I hope you’ll enjoy these.&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; You can also see some of my creations in &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=7133508&amp;amp;a=117530602" target="_blank" title="please be my contact first before you view it."&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://whackedsprout9.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://artistang-kamote12.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="defunct site. you can still view this, anyway." href="http://isprikitiko9.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;. Also, please don't forget to leave comments. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7432676602107879690-6015755030007468210?l=clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6015755030007468210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7432676602107879690/posts/default/6015755030007468210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashtwelveo9.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-note.html' title='Welcome Note'/><author><name>the wackyclasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10616911984296272516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
